<?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-928496457094107954</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:19:32.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>†Darkest Dreams†</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-5739757068139584561</id><published>2007-12-02T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T13:36:18.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i feel is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;LINKIN PARK &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Numb"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Holding too tightly afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything that you thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;And every second I waste is more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;I may end up failing too&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;You were just like me with someone disappointed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-5739757068139584561?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5739757068139584561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=5739757068139584561' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/5739757068139584561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/5739757068139584561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-feel-is.html' title='all i feel is...'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-4159017351342343138</id><published>2007-11-27T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T05:12:25.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;A versão original do tópico é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sentem-se uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" &gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tripeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" &gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; nata como eu? Uma  verdadeira Rainha de S. João? Vamos lá ver se são mesmo do Porto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas eu prefiro pensar que este teste se relaciona com as pessoas do Norte!!=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Assim,o resultado do teste deu-me o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="dela"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tripeiro nato&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Você é um homem/mulher do Norte! Não há nada que lhe escape:  que ninguém pense em abordá-lo com falinhas mansas sem um cimbalino e uma  francesinha na mão! Para si, tudo o que não esteja num raio de cinco quilómetros  a volta da Torre dos Clérigos é paisagem. Aprovado com distinção neste teste de  Portualidade já pode ir contando com um convite para ser o rei/rainha da noite  de S. João.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Façam vocês o teste também em:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaser.nsk.pt/puorto.htm"&gt;http://kaser.nsk.pt/puorto.htm&lt;/a&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/928496457094107954-4159017351342343138?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/4159017351342343138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=4159017351342343138' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/4159017351342343138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/4159017351342343138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/11/teste.html' title='Teste'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-6284612519465803685</id><published>2007-11-06T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T12:40:53.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.disintegration.it/interviste/fotocradle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.disintegration.it/interviste/fotocradle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; I've never been closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; I've tried to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; That certain feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Carved by another's hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; But it's too late to hesitate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; We can't keep on living like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Leave no track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Don't look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; All I desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Keep climbing higher and higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Adorable creatures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; With unacceptable features&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; And trouble is coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; It's just the high cost of loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; You can take it or leave it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; But you'd better believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; You've got to make me an offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; That cannot be ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; So let's head for home now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Everything I have is yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Step by step and day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Every second counts I can't break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Leave no trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Gaurd your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Full of desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Keep climbing higher and higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; And you can take it or leave it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; But you'd better believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Step by step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; And day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Every second counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; I can't break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Keep us from temptation [x3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Lead us not into temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Trying to find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; You've got to get up behind it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Put your dime in the hot slots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; But it's a million to one shots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; You think that you're right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Your gonna fake it tonight now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Give me a breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Because it's time for a shakedown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Temptation [x16]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; [female laughter]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Cradle Of Filth)&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/928496457094107954-6284612519465803685?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/6284612519465803685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=6284612519465803685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/6284612519465803685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/6284612519465803685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/11/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-4254445206377499469</id><published>2007-11-06T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T12:32:38.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I lived in darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Withdrawn from modern life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mind was full of negativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And my mood was depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can relate to the melancholic poets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the gothic literature of Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These lost souls are misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is not a quest for evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But a search for positive energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will come out of this stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wiser and more sympathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt so restrained by modernity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the pressure to conform and look good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took a razor and cut through the superficial layer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To get in touch with my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had to risk losing my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To realise how precious it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I am fully restored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A cloak of darkness surrounds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see the world in crystal clear vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Droplets of blood fall from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A memory of the sadness I endured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A bright new spirit guides me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the darkness will always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To remind me how bright these days are&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/928496457094107954-4254445206377499469?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/4254445206377499469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=4254445206377499469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/4254445206377499469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/4254445206377499469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/11/through-darkness.html' title='Through The Darkness'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-8700330431992902807</id><published>2007-11-06T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T12:17:41.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas ... LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/324/b/f/Emo_Emu_by_sootysueandsweep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/324/b/f/Emo_Emu_by_sootysueandsweep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-8700330431992902807?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8700330431992902807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=8700330431992902807' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/8700330431992902807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/8700330431992902807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/11/apenas-lol.html' title='Apenas ... LOL'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-5831506805802089809</id><published>2007-11-01T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T06:44:31.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xs75.xs.to/pics/06142/lenore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://xs75.xs.to/pics/06142/lenore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-5831506805802089809?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5831506805802089809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=5831506805802089809' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/5831506805802089809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/5831506805802089809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-tired.html' title='So tired...'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-7894903679441193736</id><published>2007-10-31T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T06:41:28.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or treat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/halloween/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/halloween/images/3502.gif"  alt="ZWANI.com - The place for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-7894903679441193736?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7894903679441193736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=7894903679441193736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/7894903679441193736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/7894903679441193736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or treat?'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-7992431320450118553</id><published>2007-10-29T04:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T04:44:55.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xoospace.com/myspace/graphics/21552.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.xoospace.com/myspace/graphics/21552.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It´s Carla bitch!!!!&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/928496457094107954-7992431320450118553?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7992431320450118553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=7992431320450118553' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/7992431320450118553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/7992431320450118553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-917953457759294038</id><published>2007-10-28T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:40:42.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tree Friends-Boo Do YouThink You Are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pdZlm2yjWjo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pdZlm2yjWjo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-917953457759294038?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/917953457759294038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=917953457759294038' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/917953457759294038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/917953457759294038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-tree-friends-boo-do-youthink-you.html' title='Happy Tree Friends-Boo Do YouThink You Are?'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-5328359039880590059</id><published>2007-10-28T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:02:42.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I´m really having a breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Delain&lt;br /&gt;*See me in shadows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Standing in the shadow of our lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To hide our imperfections &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Doing anything we can to hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eyes wide open but still blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To see what really matters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And insecurity won't go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;See me in shadow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Standing by the ruins of your soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That cries for some more meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wondering when you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Become so cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And all the pictures of your past are gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So cold, so cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Forget yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And who you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Another life is not that far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Standing by the paintings of your dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But you have awoken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And all the purples and the greens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have turned to black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And the ruins of your soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have died, no more meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wonder when you have Become so cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Repeat chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not that far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-5328359039880590059?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5328359039880590059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=5328359039880590059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/5328359039880590059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/5328359039880590059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-really-having-breakdown.html' title='I´m really having a breakdown'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-2952762219520751951</id><published>2007-10-20T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T05:41:01.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should you be a VAMPIRE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content2.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/681/681_res1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://content2.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/681/681_res1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;You enjoy the whole scene:Goth,mysterious, and beautiful. but you would never actually want to drink someone elses blood...&lt;/span&gt;&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/928496457094107954-2952762219520751951?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2952762219520751951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=2952762219520751951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/2952762219520751951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/2952762219520751951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/should-you-be-vampire.html' title='Should you be a VAMPIRE?'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-499407309073213871</id><published>2007-10-18T03:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T03:34:25.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.toxicshock.tv/interviews/paul_salamoff/adams_family_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.toxicshock.tv/interviews/paul_salamoff/adams_family_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUBCvK39Vzo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUBCvK39Vzo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/928496457094107954-499407309073213871?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/499407309073213871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=499407309073213871' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/499407309073213871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/499407309073213871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/saudades.html' title='Saudades...'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-6880709243011476228</id><published>2007-10-15T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T03:29:48.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Derramando lágrimas em silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Arrependo-me de não ter dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arrependo-me de não ter chorado&lt;br /&gt;É hoje aqui sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;que me recordo amargamente de meu passado&lt;br /&gt;As palavras são mais que fúnebres&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio morto torna-se perturbante&lt;br /&gt;A vida não será pra  mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Agora e  além do dia distante&lt;br /&gt;Apodera-se de mim um vazio enorme&lt;br /&gt;Tento afogar todas minhas magoas&lt;br /&gt;Quem tu vês já não sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Mas alguém com muita vontade de chorar!&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/928496457094107954-6880709243011476228?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/6880709243011476228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=6880709243011476228' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/6880709243011476228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/6880709243011476228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/derramando-lgrimas-em-silncio.html' title='Derramando lágrimas em silêncio'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-4575413386477805300</id><published>2007-10-14T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T12:07:11.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        Por hoje eu me deito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Sonhando em como seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Decifrar o teu enigma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Encostar-me a teu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Á tua pele me fundiria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Aos nossos pulsos, um estigma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Por hoje eu sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Nesta noite de justa calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Por hoje tomo medronho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Acalmar, esta malograda alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Esta noite eu me despeço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Do teu doce pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ao meu guia eu peço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Dela deixa-me um bocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Por hoje digo adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ao teu doce sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Peço a Perseus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Que proteja o teu sorriso&lt;/span&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/928496457094107954-4575413386477805300?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/4575413386477805300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=4575413386477805300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/4575413386477805300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/4575413386477805300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/despedida.html' title='A Despedida'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-1731709784087557976</id><published>2007-10-12T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:50:42.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ueickap-Thank you for nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.betomusic.it/image.php?file=ueickap_AT_cisko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.betomusic.it/image.php?file=ueickap_AT_cisko.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s too late to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To find a face behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dressing up my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m in a prison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s nothing left to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing left to tell you about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And my sad story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of my life I’ve been waiting for someone to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of my lies have been taken as natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think when I was a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My father always told me “Don’t cry”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was a little child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Playing with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Knowing that my friends where different from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And my sad truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of my life I’ve been waiting for someone to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of my lies have been taken as natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of my life I’ve been waiting for someone to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of my cries have been wasted for something wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watching through my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see the life outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Standing as the wind blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause all of my life I’ve been waiting for someone to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of my lies have been taken as natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of my life I’ve been waiting for someone to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of my cries have been wasted for something wrong&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/928496457094107954-1731709784087557976?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1731709784087557976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=1731709784087557976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/1731709784087557976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/1731709784087557976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/ueickap-thank-you-for-nothing.html' title='Ueickap-Thank you for nothing'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-2304781623169026542</id><published>2007-10-12T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:45:44.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire name generator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="vampirecontrol description1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Great Archives determine you to have gone by the identity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i class="vampirecontrol vampire name"&gt;Marion Arnauld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="vampirecontrol description1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Known in some parts of the world as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i class="vampirecontrol vampire description1"&gt;Minerva of The Crows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="vampirecontrol description3"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Great Archives Record: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i class="vampirecontrol vampire description3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intelligent, knowing, wise and shrewd. This winged one was cast from the firmament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i class="vampirecontrol vampire description3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emmadavies.net/vampire/"&gt;http://www.emmadavies.net/vampire/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-2304781623169026542?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2304781623169026542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=2304781623169026542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/2304781623169026542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/2304781623169026542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/vampire-name-generator.html' title='Vampire name generator'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-4265379564424965378</id><published>2007-10-12T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:40:10.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maluca96.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/gothic58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://maluca96.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/gothic58.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-4265379564424965378?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/4265379564424965378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=4265379564424965378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/4265379564424965378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/4265379564424965378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_12.html' title='...'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-1489182175381263867</id><published>2007-10-10T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:32:10.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tua serva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Minha tentação,minha perdição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Aquilo que mais amo e mais odeio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;O que  mais desejo e mais temo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Querido e proibido ,essência de todo pecado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;A  ti entreguei minha alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pois em ti encontrei a eternidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Essa longa  espera nocturna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Cada vez mais me desespera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Anseio por seu corpo sob o  meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Tremo de emoção diante de ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Tomas-me e enlouqueces-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sacia tua sede em meu corpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pois meu sangue agora é teu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Beija com esse doce  veneno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;No qual me deixo envenenar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Porque agora já estou  perdida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Desnorteada ,entorpecida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Essa mistura de adoração e  medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Cala meu grito nesta noite gelada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Teus dentes cravados em meu  pescoço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Me dão uma mistura de prazer e dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Seduz-me e mata-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;A cada  instante que se passa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;A morte que mais poderia desejar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Já sem forçar ,desfalecendo em teus braços &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Em meus últimos suspiros gemo de prazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pois  a dor se foi junto com minha inocência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;E agora jazo nesta cama  fria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Para que me tornes neste momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mais uma de tuas servas.&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/928496457094107954-1489182175381263867?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1489182175381263867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=1489182175381263867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/1489182175381263867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/1489182175381263867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/tua-serva.html' title='Tua serva'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-9097828728513407622</id><published>2007-10-07T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:21:05.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fozWvN9lwuU/RwlNqlWdXDI/AAAAAAAAACE/2VFyngvvnTM/s1600-h/againsttheodds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fozWvN9lwuU/RwlNqlWdXDI/AAAAAAAAACE/2VFyngvvnTM/s320/againsttheodds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118707845459434546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-9097828728513407622?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/9097828728513407622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=9097828728513407622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/9097828728513407622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/9097828728513407622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fozWvN9lwuU/RwlNqlWdXDI/AAAAAAAAACE/2VFyngvvnTM/s72-c/againsttheodds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-8972973522141928912</id><published>2007-10-05T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:03:34.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gif</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gifs_musica_bydeath.theblog.com.br/nightwish.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.gifs_musica_bydeath.theblog.com.br/nightwish.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-8972973522141928912?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8972973522141928912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=8972973522141928912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/8972973522141928912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/8972973522141928912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/gif.html' title='Gif'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-7716094059282511425</id><published>2007-10-05T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:00:52.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Vampiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu que, como uma punhalada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em meu coração penetraste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu que, qual furiosa manada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De demônios, ardente, ousaste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De meu espírito humilhado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazer teu leito e possessão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Infame à qual estou atado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como o galé ao seu grilhão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como ao baralho o jogador, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como à carniça ao parasita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como à garrafa ao bebedor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Maldita sejas tu, maldita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Supliquei ao gládio veloz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que a liberdade me alcançasse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ao veneno, pérfido algoz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que a covardia me amparasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ai de mim! Com mofa e desdém, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ambos me disseram então: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Digno não és de que ninguém              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jamais te arranque a escravidão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imbecil! - se de teu retiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te libertássemos um dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teu beijo ressuscitaria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O cadáver de teu vampiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Charles Baudelaire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-7716094059282511425?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7716094059282511425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=7716094059282511425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/7716094059282511425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/7716094059282511425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-vampiro.html' title='O Vampiro'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-6629938792152409253</id><published>2007-10-05T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:56:16.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonhei um Sonho! Que quer dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu era uma Rainha virgem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guardada por um Anjo doce:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estúpido infortúnio nunca foi enganado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E chorei noite e dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ele enxugou minhas lágrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E chorei noite e dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E escondi-lhe o gozo de meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então ele abriu suas asas e voou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então a manhã se envolveu de um vermelho                rosado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sequei minhas lágrimas, e armei meus temores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com dez mil escudos e lanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Logo meu Anjo voltou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu estava armada, voltou em vão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque o tempo da juventude havia voado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E cabelos cinzas estavam sobre minha cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(William Blake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-6629938792152409253?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/6629938792152409253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=6629938792152409253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/6629938792152409253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/6629938792152409253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-anjo.html' title='O Anjo'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-8767299958575093769</id><published>2007-10-05T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:41:56.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="poemas"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="poemas"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Eu tive um sonho que não era em todo um sonho              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;O sol esplêndido extinguira-se,e as estrelas              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Vagueavam escuras pelo espaço eterno, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Sem raios nem roteiro,e a enregelada terra &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Girava cega e negrejante no ar sem lua; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Veio e foi-se a manhã - Veio e não                trouxe o dia; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;E os homens esqueceram as paixões, no horror              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Dessa desolação; e os corações                esfriaram &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Numa prece egoísta que implorava luz: &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;E eles viviam ao redor do fogo; e os tronos, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Os palácios dos reis coroados, as cabanas,              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;As moradas, enfim, do gênero que fosse, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Em chamas davam luz; As cidades consumiam-se &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;E os homens juntavam-se junto às casas ígneas              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Para ainda uma vez olhar o rosto um do outro; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Felizes enquanto residiam bem à vista &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Dos vulcões e de sua tocha montanhosa; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Expectativa apavorada era a do mundo; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Queimavam-se as florestas - mas de hora em hora              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Tombavam, desfaziam-se - e, estralando, os troncos              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Findavam num estrondo - e tudo era negror. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;À luz desesperante a fronte dos humanos &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Tinha um aspecto não terreno, se espasmódicos              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Neles batiam os clarões; alguns, por terra,              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Escondiam chorando os olhos; apoiavam &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Outros o queixo às mãos fechadas,                e sorriam; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Muitos corriam para cá e para lá,              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Alimentando a pira, e a vista levantavam &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Com doida inquietação para o trevoso                céu, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;A mortalha de um mundo extinto; e então de                novo &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Com maldições olhavam para a poeira,                e uivavam, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Rangendo os dentes; e aves bravas davam gritos &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;E cheias de terror voejavam junto ao solo, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Batendo asas inúteis; as mais rudes feras              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Chagavam mansas e a tremer; rojavam víboras,              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;E entrelaçavam-se por entre a multidão,              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Silvando, mas sem presas - e eram devoradas. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;E fartava-se a Guerra que cessara um tempo, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;E qualquer refeição comprava-se com                sangue; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;E cada um sentava-se isolado e torvo, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Empanturrando-se no escuro; o amor findara; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;A terra era uma idéia só - e era a                de morte &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Imediata e inglória; e se cevava o mal &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Da fome em todas as entranhas; e morriam &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Os homens, insepultos sua carne e ossos; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Os magros pelos magros eram devorados, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Os cães salteavam seus donos, exceto um,              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Que se mantinha fiel a um corpo, e conservava &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Em guarda as bestas e aves e famintos homens, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Até a fome os levar, ou os que caíam                mortos &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Atraírem seus dentes; ele não comia,              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Mas com um gemido comovente e longo, e um grito              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Rápido e desolado, e relambendo a mão              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Que já não o agradava em paga - ele                morreu. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Finou-se a multidão de fome, aos poucos;                dois, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Dois inimigos que vieram a encontrar-se &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Junto às brasas agonizantes de um altar &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Onde se haviam empilhado coisas santas &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Para um uso profano; eles a resolveram &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;E trêmulos rasparam, com as mãos esqueléticas,              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;As débeis cinzas, e com um débil assoprar              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;E para viver um nada, ergueram uma chama &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Que não passava de arremedo; então                alçaram &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Os olhos quando ela se fez mais viva, e espiaram              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;O rosto um do outro - ao ver gritaram e morreram              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;- Morreram de sua própria e mútua                hediondez, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;- Sem um reconhecer o outro em cuja fronte &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Grafara o nome "Diabo". O mundo se esvaziara,              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;O populoso e forte era uma informe massa, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Sem estações nem árvore, erva,                homem, vida, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Massa informe de morte - um caos de argila dura.              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Pararam lagos, rios, oceanos: nada &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Mexia em suas profundezas silenciosas; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Sem marujos, no mar as naus apodreciam, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Caindo os mastros aos pedaços; e, ao caírem,              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Dormiam nos abismos sem fazer mareta, &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;mortas as ondas, e as marés na sepultura,              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Que já findara sua lua senhoril. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Os ventos feneceram no ar inerte, e as nuvens &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;Tiveram fim; a escuridão não precisava              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De seu auxílio - as trevas eram o Universo.&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="poemas"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="poemas"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="poemas"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(117, 79, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Lord Byron)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/928496457094107954-8767299958575093769?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8767299958575093769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=8767299958575093769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/8767299958575093769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/8767299958575093769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/10/revas.html' title='Trevas'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-3913926052689622897</id><published>2007-09-30T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T05:29:37.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vamps.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/gothic_sorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://vamps.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/gothic_sorrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From childhood's hour I have not been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As others were; I have not seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As others saw; I could not bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My passions from a common spring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the same source I have not taken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My sorrow; I could not awaken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My heart to joy at the same tone; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And all I loved, I loved alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then- in my childhood, in the dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of a most stormy life- was drawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From every depth of good and ill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The mystery which binds me still: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the torrent, or the fountain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the red cliff of the mountain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the sun that round me rolled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In its autumn tint of gold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the lightning in the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As it passed me flying by, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the thunder and the storm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the cloud that took the form &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(When the rest of Heaven was blue) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of a demon in my view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;By Edgar Poe&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/928496457094107954-3913926052689622897?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/3913926052689622897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=3913926052689622897' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/3913926052689622897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/3913926052689622897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/09/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-828302278088393354</id><published>2007-09-30T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T04:03:54.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquê viver?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gifsgotics.blogger.com.br/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gifsgotics.blogger.com.br/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-828302278088393354?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/828302278088393354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=828302278088393354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/828302278088393354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/828302278088393354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/09/porqu-viver.html' title='Porquê viver?'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-7119168689444221536</id><published>2007-09-30T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T03:59:52.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra solitária</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivendo em lugares diferentes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escapando para vários lugares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha bússola quebrou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou perdendo o caminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma loucura constante me desviou do caminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu passado sussurra descendo em meu pescoço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E parece que agora tudo o que posso fazer é&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltar aos primórdios quando tudo estava adiante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma ilusão passageira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora me flagela alternativamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em mim ainda há um lugar que me completa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma santidade aqui que eu chamo de lar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu corro para onde o inverno desce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu tentar, posso encontrar terra firme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sigo caminhos ardilosos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, parece que eles estavam escritos em pedra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a porta para uma nova vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Está se fechando tão rápido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queimar as pontes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me trará de volta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei que em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda há um lugar que me completa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma santidade aqui que eu chamo de lar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu corro para onde o inverno desce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu tentar, posso encontrar terra firme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou estou apenas perdendo tempo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-7119168689444221536?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7119168689444221536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=7119168689444221536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/7119168689444221536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/7119168689444221536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/09/terra-solitria.html' title='Terra solitária'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-1683126743728620102</id><published>2007-09-28T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:09:44.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkest Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark dreams,they hunt my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visions of pure blood...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cut myself so i know that i´m alive,but in seconds &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel my blood running out of my body.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fall down...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I´m dying,bleeding and screaming because it hurts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark thoughts are taking over me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then you touch my hand,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel your warm touch and i finally wake up to see that this was just a bad dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are my darkest dreams...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nightmares....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don´t wanna close my eyes,i don´t wanna fall asleep cause i fear the dark.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-1683126743728620102?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1683126743728620102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=1683126743728620102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/1683126743728620102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/1683126743728620102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/09/darkest-dreams.html' title='Darkest Dreams'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-4253027135283974219</id><published>2007-09-27T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:27:27.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitting here in the dark...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;looking at the clock,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trying to find a way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to make my life worth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My past was not happy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i´m trying to make it alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Present...oh..my present...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to survive in a world full of hate and out of love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get up everyday hoping that i can find some peace and maybe....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just maybe...there can be more light in my future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don´t really know what i´m doing here,don´t even know how to make this rime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but one thing is for sure...í´m here!I´m me!And as long as i´m alive,i´ll always &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try to find my way.&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/928496457094107954-4253027135283974219?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/4253027135283974219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928496457094107954&amp;postID=4253027135283974219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/4253027135283974219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928496457094107954/posts/default/4253027135283974219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenofforgotten.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts'/><author><name>Dark_Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10669889076958355774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e18/Il_Ritmo_della_passione/carla.c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928496457094107954.post-4862831219169229843</id><published>2007-09-27T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T02:15:18.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadaveria-The Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sem inspiração nenhuma para escrever seja o que for,vou postar uma música que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;descreve de momento,e que eu adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Espero que vocês gostem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bloody kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cadaveria-The Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After foggy and funereal days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In a mixture of sadness and devotion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;memory and mental escape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I take back my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A bit confused, but more conscious of my way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish warm affections &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;True emotions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Absence of artifice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to rock myself on my arts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enjoying the new time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I don't forget where I come from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and people who loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=YFR-0C3PGQ8"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=YFR-0C3PGQ8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928496457094107954-4862831219169229843?l=queenofforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' 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ele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neste blog poderão ler algumas coisas escritas por mim,mas também vai haver algumas coisas que serão retiradas de outro lado,ou até mesmo videoclips musicais com as bandas que mais ouço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que com isto,vocês comentem e deixem as vossas opiniões dizendo até mesmo o que gostariam de ver publicado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fico por aqui agora,encontraremo-nos mais tarde num novo post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bloody kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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