<?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-2434857446449277692</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:40:32.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ímpar</title><subtitle type='html'>Pensamentos Sinceros, Vícios Efêmeros e Singularidade.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-256542237506706824</id><published>2009-02-10T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:06:03.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't matter now.</title><content type='html'>Don't know if it'll matter someday,&lt;br /&gt;And, really, I don't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;This is just a problem of misunderstanding,&lt;br /&gt;As always, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said to stand up and shout out loud against everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the lips of Life, shout at her face and then just spit in her face.&lt;br /&gt;They say Life will hurt badly after this. If you care about it, you won't ever do it.&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all you need is to do something without spending 3 hours thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, you know? just fuck it, a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Life will hurt me a thousand times. And all I want is to stand up after each hit.&lt;br /&gt;And provoke Life. Bring her back so I could spit in her face and punch her. even though it would fuck me, I'll never regret anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-256542237506706824?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/256542237506706824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=256542237506706824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/256542237506706824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/256542237506706824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-doesnt-matter-now.html' title='It doesn&apos;t matter now.'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-731796336667736396</id><published>2009-02-06T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:56:01.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser, verbo intransitivo.</title><content type='html'>Andar é um ato, uma ação&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas andam, animais andam&lt;br /&gt;Mas pessoas são sempre algo mais&lt;br /&gt;Algo que as completa&lt;br /&gt;E segundo os mais inteligentes,&lt;br /&gt;Tem que completar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ser se sustenta e vive&lt;br /&gt;Viver é um ato que não precisa ser completado&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, nunca é completado&lt;br /&gt;Viver completo é como a perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Não pode ser atingido&lt;br /&gt;Porque os homens não merecem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser é um verbo transitivo&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que são, tem que ser algo&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor não se importa se é algo&lt;br /&gt;Ela apenas é, por toda a vida&lt;br /&gt;Um lobo apenas é, ele apenas vive&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de ser como esses seres&lt;br /&gt;Eles apenas são.&lt;br /&gt;Então Eu apenas sou.&lt;br /&gt;Sem complemento para isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-731796336667736396?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/731796336667736396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=731796336667736396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/731796336667736396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/731796336667736396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2009/02/ser-verbo-intransitivo.html' title='Ser, verbo intransitivo.'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-2603550506059432740</id><published>2009-02-03T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:55:57.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>That's just the way it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois bem.&lt;br /&gt;me deu vontade de escrever.&lt;br /&gt;não que tenha me batido uns sentidos meio negativos mas deu vontade, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu andei pensando.&lt;br /&gt;Mudar se tornou uma questão de necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;Mudar se tornou uma questão de sobrevivência.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu vejo o mundo, eu vejo que eu sou só um imbecil descontente nele presente.&lt;br /&gt;E cansei de seguir os outros. cansei de seguir a mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente, eu que me levo a onde eu fico a maior parte do tempo...o espaço que dá o nome a isto aqui: o meu lado ímpar. O meu lado que pensa, que não chora(sim, ele não chora, afinal ele não é tão emotivo quanto parece), que é triste, que tem por todos uma simpatia igual.&lt;br /&gt;Eu andei mudando e vou mudar o lugar aonde eu vou. Eu vou mudar e vou levar o que está no meu caminho. Não é uma questão de abandonar os outros ou qualquer coisa parecida. É uma questão de me abandonar.&lt;br /&gt;É apenas uma questão de impulso, não necessita palavras.&lt;br /&gt;mas se quiserem um slogan:&lt;br /&gt;"change what is there to change in your life"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-2603550506059432740?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/2603550506059432740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=2603550506059432740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/2603550506059432740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/2603550506059432740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2009/02/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-169081869314722731</id><published>2009-01-26T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:57:01.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estado fundamental</title><content type='html'>É a ignorância, não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;"pra mim tudo estava bem quando eu fingia que não sabia de mim e de você, não conhecia ele e me preocupava apenas um terceiro"&lt;br /&gt;Depois das últimas semanas me convenci de vez que tudo volta ao estado fundamental, ao status quo.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa qual seja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim, era o mês de maio algumas crises por parte, nada declarado. Umas brigas, umas palavras de carinho, só isso.&lt;br /&gt;Vai voltar ao normal. Desde que você espere.&lt;br /&gt;Só não quero que voce esqueça de mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-169081869314722731?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/169081869314722731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=169081869314722731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/169081869314722731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/169081869314722731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2009/01/estado-fundamental_26.html' title='Estado fundamental'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-6274967244686145014</id><published>2009-01-22T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:47:00.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversa</title><content type='html'>É a base de tudo, não concorda?&lt;br /&gt;As vezes, uma conversa não tem palavras&lt;br /&gt;Nunca foi necessário.&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, palavras são cortantes como facas e necessárias como o sangue que fazem escorrer por nossos olhos, corações e alma.&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte como olhos e almas sangram?&lt;br /&gt;Se as cicatrizes mais profundas estão na alma, por que elas não sangrariam?&lt;br /&gt;E se as dores mais impactantes são aquelas que olhos veem por que eles não sangrariam tambem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, não há mais espaço para ódio nesse mundo.&lt;br /&gt;O único remédio é viver. Não como se cada dia fosse o último mas como se cada momento fosse mais prazeroso que o anterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, por último, ela já se decidiu e você não sabe. Mas eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;Não me agrada, mas eu sei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-6274967244686145014?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/6274967244686145014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=6274967244686145014' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/6274967244686145014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/6274967244686145014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2009/01/conversa.html' title='Conversa'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-2325707227782180076</id><published>2009-01-20T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T05:36:00.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zero9</title><content type='html'>Eu disse que nunca ia deixar e agora você pede que eu deixe.&lt;br /&gt;Você mente, você disse que podia, mas agora você diz que não, era simplesmente o último.&lt;br /&gt;Por que você fala e não me ouve?&lt;br /&gt;Por que simplesmente você não aceita que está tudo ligado?&lt;br /&gt;Se passa um mês e continua igual, não igual às brigas, claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas eu acho que tem muita falsidade e doença nisso.&lt;br /&gt;você fala de ódio e de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que você admita que se prejudicou, sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;E foi me puxando junto por tentar te salvar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-2325707227782180076?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/2325707227782180076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=2325707227782180076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/2325707227782180076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/2325707227782180076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2009/01/zero9.html' title='zero9'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-6416090914090935207</id><published>2009-01-18T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T05:36:13.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zeroeight</title><content type='html'>Pergunte quando tudo isso não parecer mais um vício tolo, bobo e estúpido.&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte quando o sentimento não for mais sentimento, for apenas uma necessidade física.&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte se é isso mesmo que você quer.&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte quem é o mais prejudicado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suportar sozinho é sempre mais difícil, mais desafiador e mais triste.&lt;br /&gt;Suportar é uma questão de saber quanto sangue se tem para sangrar.&lt;br /&gt;Suportar é abrir uma ferida e deixar jorrar. Não só o sangue.&lt;br /&gt;Suportar é mais como amar. Você prefere que acabe, porque no fim tudo vale a pena,&lt;br /&gt;voce quer que não exista pois tem certeza de que vai te arrasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, arrasou mesmo. Quando eu disse que não queria, eu estava certo.&lt;br /&gt;Pena que ninguém acreditou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-6416090914090935207?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/6416090914090935207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=6416090914090935207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/6416090914090935207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/6416090914090935207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2009/01/zeroeight.html' title='zeroeight'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-5549669410256431785</id><published>2008-11-07T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:05:45.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't despair.</title><content type='html'>Nossa união é mais forte que o sangue.&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos irmãos sem nunca termos conhecido nossas mães.&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos amigos de infância que se conheceram há 1 ano.&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos heróis de um resistência que nunca existiu.&lt;br /&gt;Nós gritamos com os outros em 1 minuto. E no outro, parece que nada aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos juntos na hora da diversão.&lt;br /&gt;E durante os resultados dela.&lt;br /&gt;Seja em cada olhar de tristeza por esse presumido fim.&lt;br /&gt;Seja em cada palavra que emerge e significa saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Mexemos uns com os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se alguém de fora tentar, a história não é bem assim.&lt;br /&gt;Aos amigos. Aqueles à quem posso chamar de irmãos.&lt;br /&gt;Seja do sexo que forem. Sentirei saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos o Terceiro Ano do Franco-Brasileiro de 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Somos a 301 e 302.&lt;br /&gt;Somos, apenas isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Para aqueles que ficaram ao nosso lado até as ultimas 2001 e 2002. Vocês estão incluidos nesse texto. Nem pensem em negar ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-5549669410256431785?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5549669410256431785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=5549669410256431785' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/5549669410256431785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/5549669410256431785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-despair.html' title='Don&apos;t despair.'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-5050135884792804261</id><published>2008-11-03T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:46:18.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo, moeda e teia.</title><content type='html'>Quem sabe aguardar esse tempo todo seja valioso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu conto os minutos, as horas e os dias pra te achar.&lt;br /&gt;Te procuro sem pensar. Minha mente procura, aliás. Ela procura como quem quer achar uma resposta que não que não responda. Que apenas alivie os sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Uma moeda pelos teus pensamentos. Se fossem em mim, de que valeria a moeda?&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso achar outras línguas ou outras expressões pra dizer coisas que posso te dizer claramente sem rodeios em um bom português.&lt;br /&gt;E cada minuto, palavra ou olhar se transformam numa teia que me prende. Pronto para ser abatido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-5050135884792804261?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5050135884792804261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=5050135884792804261' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/5050135884792804261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/5050135884792804261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/tempo-moeda-e-teia.html' title='Tempo, moeda e teia.'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-3407795951824160077</id><published>2008-11-03T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:25:51.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Night Queen</title><content type='html'>As she comes, I saw&lt;br /&gt;As no suprise, I believe&lt;br /&gt;I've turned my eyes&lt;br /&gt;When she gently whispered&lt;br /&gt;"I know you, I have seen you&lt;br /&gt;Around here, Around me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, you become a reason&lt;br /&gt;For every rhyme and memory&lt;br /&gt;Every night I thought in you&lt;br /&gt;But you're so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Night Queen&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotizes me with those eyes&lt;br /&gt;A beauty I have never seen&lt;br /&gt;Her hair just shines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every hour seems like a minute&lt;br /&gt;When you're beside me&lt;br /&gt;I hope that it never ends&lt;br /&gt;But the clock ticks so fast, you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;I just know your place&lt;br /&gt;By the way you fit in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And your words in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Night Queen&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotizes me with those eyes&lt;br /&gt;A beauty I have never seen&lt;br /&gt;Her hair just shines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to believe&lt;br /&gt;I will wait&lt;br /&gt;If you don't see&lt;br /&gt;I still have faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-3407795951824160077?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/3407795951824160077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=3407795951824160077' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/3407795951824160077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/3407795951824160077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-night-queen.html' title='Monday Night Queen'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-4239479700087323261</id><published>2008-09-26T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:57:33.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put me Through</title><content type='html'>By now, everything has changed.&lt;br /&gt;Si mon amour était parfait...&lt;br /&gt;A new moon is on the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And a face is reflected.&lt;br /&gt;A new name is born from the ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;"I wish when all this is over&lt;br /&gt;You could perceive&lt;br /&gt;You never gave me what I deserved&lt;br /&gt;But to a strange you gave it all.&lt;br /&gt;Bye."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-4239479700087323261?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/4239479700087323261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=4239479700087323261' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/4239479700087323261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/4239479700087323261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/put-me-through.html' title='Put me Through'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-972241109343245239</id><published>2008-09-26T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:54:07.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Há um tempo atrás esse blog era especial.&lt;br /&gt;Agora não é mais.&lt;br /&gt;São decisões que fazem a vida.&lt;br /&gt;E foram algumas que descontruiram parte de uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch - Sevendust&lt;br /&gt;" I can't imagine to be like you&lt;br /&gt;The pain and the suffering you put me through&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine to be like you&lt;br /&gt;The pain and the suffering you put me through&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;"(...)&lt;br /&gt;So don't say it's not your fault&lt;br /&gt;So don't say you miss me&lt;br /&gt;So don't say my actions ruin your day&lt;br /&gt;You had it all and you let it go&lt;br /&gt;So don't say you need me&lt;br /&gt;So don't be jealous and don't try to argue&lt;br /&gt;Your choices made this&lt;br /&gt;If you cry at night and need someone to take care&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you call another person?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm fucking sorry. Nobody will do the things I did&lt;br /&gt;Ask him to do it. Ask him to leave his things to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sorry once again, he can't. But you love him, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;You do everything for him&lt;br /&gt;And remember to respect who did everything for you&lt;br /&gt;And do not leave them in your closet.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I want somethings back.&lt;br /&gt;My heart, My flag, My jacket."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-972241109343245239?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/972241109343245239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=972241109343245239' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/972241109343245239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/972241109343245239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-9108877262510672608</id><published>2008-07-20T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:05:02.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorte sua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ninguém disse que seria fácil. Ninguém disse que amar seria suficiente. E não é. E nunca será não importa quão grande seja o amor. Apesar de tudo, isso não é acaso. Não adianta jogar uma moeda e esperar que ela caia do modo certo. Cara, eu te amo. Coroa, eu te deixo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu aposto com o destino. Mas eu não jogo o dele. Destino seja bem-vindo ao meu jogo. Eu não sou fácil de derrotar, afinal, esse é meu jogo. Se você tiver a chance, derrube-me, pois eu nunca vou perdoar. Não é questão de pensar. Oportunidades são únicas. Não faça a sua oportunidade ser a última. Jogue com as regras. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu posso pensar em você por toda a eternidade. Mas é muito tempo. Não me importa quão estúpidos sejam os motivos. Quem disse que meu rancor vai te buscar? Ele não vai de carro até a sua casa e te trazer aqui. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu não posso dizer ‘eu te amo’ e nem pensar o quanto eu gosto de você. E o quanto você me faz mal. Quantas vezes eu baixei a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha uma oportunidade de fazer tudo parecer normal. Eu a perdi. Eu joguei a moeda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Olha: “cara”. Eu te amo. Vem uma oportunidade diferente à frente.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Você nunca quis me olhar nos olhos. Para você, eu nunca fui nada.  Eu te dei tudo que eu podia e mais um pouco. Você nunca entendeu. E por um tempo não vai entender. Era você. Tudo que eu queria. Olha: “cara”. Continuo te amando. Mesmo que você nunca entenda.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para sempre, a moeda que for jogada vai dizer “cara”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-9108877262510672608?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/9108877262510672608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=9108877262510672608' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/9108877262510672608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/9108877262510672608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorte-sua.html' title='Sorte sua.'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-8436703642179770090</id><published>2008-07-19T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:53:51.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nichts ist für dich</title><content type='html'>Die Liebe&lt;br /&gt;Die Liebe ist ein wildes Tier&lt;br /&gt;In die Falle gehst du ihr&lt;br /&gt;In die Augen starrt sie dir&lt;br /&gt;Verzaubert wenn ihr Blick dich trifft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitte Bitte, geb' mir Gift&lt;br /&gt;Bitte Bitte, geb' mir Gift&lt;br /&gt;Bitte Bitte, geb' mir Gift&lt;br /&gt;Bitte Bitte, geb' mir Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rammstein...&lt;br /&gt;não to com paciência pra escrever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-8436703642179770090?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/8436703642179770090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=8436703642179770090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/8436703642179770090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/8436703642179770090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/07/nichts-ist-fr-dich.html' title='Nichts ist für dich'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-5431485208552767580</id><published>2008-07-13T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:34:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She sings for the dawn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ancient spirits of the forests&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reborn with that sweet sound&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy coming from the ground&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The rain washes my sins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protects me, shows everything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not here between&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She sings for the dawn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beauty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here watching&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guilty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance with midnight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, living&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally see you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, dreaming&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The night is gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dawn is near&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start to sing, my dear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;If someday, the dawn doesn’t appear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be sure that you disappeared&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She sings for the dawn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beauty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here watching&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guilty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Your smile will guide me through here&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your voice calling me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful harmony&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I can’t stand this, the perfect contradiction&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live for the night, and you, for the sunrise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep singing the song with your voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll keep here in the dark, my choice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;She sings for the dawn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beauty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here watching&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nossa, essa é antiga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;data de : segunda-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2006, 23:17:16&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/2434857446449277692-5431485208552767580?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5431485208552767580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=5431485208552767580' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/5431485208552767580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/5431485208552767580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-stuff.html' title='Old stuff'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-3748628305135600832</id><published>2008-07-13T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:30:07.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="bg"&gt;Disarm - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disarm you with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cut you like you want me to&lt;br /&gt;Cut that little  child&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me and such a part of you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the years burn  (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a little boy&lt;br /&gt;So old in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And what i choose  is my choice&lt;br /&gt;What's a boy supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer  in you&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I send this smile over to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disarm you with a  smile&lt;br /&gt;And leave you like they left me here&lt;br /&gt;To wither in denial&lt;br /&gt;The  bitterness of one who's left alone&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the years burn&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the years  burn, burn, burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a little boy&lt;br /&gt;So old in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And  what I choose is my voice&lt;br /&gt;What's a boy supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is  the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;I send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The killer  in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;Send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is  the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;Send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the  killer in you&lt;br /&gt;Send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-3748628305135600832?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/3748628305135600832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=3748628305135600832' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/3748628305135600832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/3748628305135600832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/07/isto.html' title='Isto é...'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-3252364814952626866</id><published>2008-07-08T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:19:59.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu.</title><content type='html'>Há um tempo,&lt;br /&gt;desisti de ver tuas imperfeições&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo vê-las como tu vês.&lt;br /&gt;Cada defeito que citas&lt;br /&gt;Cada crítica que fazes a si mesma&lt;br /&gt;Se dissolve na minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;a mim, são tudo qualidades.&lt;br /&gt;Suas presumidas imperfeições,&lt;br /&gt;te fazem perfeita como é, para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo,&lt;br /&gt;desisti de tentar achar motivos&lt;br /&gt;para não gostar de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Não encontrei razões,&lt;br /&gt;sei que pode haver sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;mas eu não ligo,&lt;br /&gt;se eu achar sua felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;eu me sinto bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-3252364814952626866?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/3252364814952626866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=3252364814952626866' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/3252364814952626866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/3252364814952626866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/07/tu.html' title='Tu.'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Confie em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Em todos esses anos, só achei uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;Pretendo não achar novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Não assim, não solitariamente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não são todas as palavras que fazem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente se forem minhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu suposto coração não queima&lt;br /&gt;Não se consome mais, não por isso&lt;br /&gt;Eu adormeço sobre ele e vejo&lt;br /&gt;Que queima sob outro toque&lt;br /&gt;Mas que posso dormir em paz&lt;br /&gt;É tudo insignificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só pra atualizar com algo, e não deixar se perder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-8062082985185334083?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/8062082985185334083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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type='text'>Pesar</title><content type='html'>Tudo foi assim.&lt;br /&gt;E foi sem lágrimas, mas com muita dor&lt;br /&gt;Repetidas vezes foi apertado o coração&lt;br /&gt;E voltou a bater mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nenhuma dor ou pesar&lt;br /&gt;Se compara a saber que tudo&lt;br /&gt;Foi inútil&lt;br /&gt;Me ensinou como ser mais eu&lt;br /&gt;E menos o que queriam que eu fosse&lt;br /&gt;Mas a dor não se compara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cabeça dói&lt;br /&gt;O suficiente pra saber&lt;br /&gt;Que eu queria estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre,&lt;br /&gt;E saber que assim você queria tambem&lt;br /&gt;Mas não quer, nunca irá querer&lt;br /&gt;São versos brancos sem par&lt;br /&gt;Versos diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Somente sozinhos encontram razão&lt;br /&gt;Para existir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-3411028317886024821?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-7640261896585659768</id><published>2008-07-01T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:52:15.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais do mesmo</title><content type='html'>Não digo anjos&lt;br /&gt;Não digo demônios&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente, não sou nenhum dos dois,&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse traria amor e dor&lt;br /&gt;Dor e amor, tudo para você&lt;br /&gt;Não mudaria uma vírgula do meu destino,&lt;br /&gt;Nem te tiraria do meu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Digo esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Espero que você ouça isso tudo&lt;br /&gt;Como uma forma de dizer&lt;br /&gt;Foi e acabou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-7640261896585659768?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-9020897289369858196</id><published>2008-06-29T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:18:23.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é?</title><content type='html'>Agora imagina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está pisando em algo. Algo vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Você está pisando num escorpião gigantesco. E você sabe que ele vai te picar.&lt;br /&gt;E que fora o sofrimento disso, ele vai disseminar o veneno em você.&lt;br /&gt;Vai te causar alucinações, vai te sufocar, apertar seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;E lentamente, te matar.&lt;br /&gt;E, mesmo assim, voce pisa nesse escorpião.&lt;br /&gt;Você confia nele, você confia que ele não vai te picar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fé, me disseram. Discordo.&lt;br /&gt;É inconsequência.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-9020897289369858196?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/9020897289369858196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=9020897289369858196' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/9020897289369858196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/9020897289369858196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-que.html' title='O que é?'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-4560075846469896838</id><published>2008-06-29T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:18:56.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é minha.</title><content type='html'>Não é minha, é muito bela, mais bela que as minhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something About Us - Daft Punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It might not be the right time&lt;br /&gt;I might not be the right one&lt;br /&gt;But there's  something about us I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's something between us  anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be the right one&lt;br /&gt;It might not be the right  time&lt;br /&gt;But there's something about us I've got to do&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of secret I  will share with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than anything in my life&lt;br /&gt;I want  you more than anything in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you more than anyone in my  life&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than anyone in my life&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/2434857446449277692-4560075846469896838?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/4560075846469896838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=4560075846469896838' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/4560075846469896838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/4560075846469896838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-minha.html' title='Não é minha.'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-1937810139589070747</id><published>2008-06-26T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:41:08.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impar I</title><content type='html'>Que tudo seja singular. Assim não me sentiria solitário.&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo seja uma estrela que cai dos céus.&lt;br /&gt;Que um milhão de lágrimas escorram e formem um rio.&lt;br /&gt;Que nada se faça presente, mas que não suma.&lt;br /&gt;Que sua voz me guie pelo escuro, mas sem te achar.&lt;br /&gt;Que infinitas vozes cantem a dor de Orfeu.&lt;br /&gt;Que a sua lira seja parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo fosse plural, sentiria-me sozinho?&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo fosse uma estrela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolos desejos&lt;br /&gt;Não desenhos coloridos&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é preto e branco&lt;br /&gt;O mundo só me permitiu achar uma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Um outro impar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-1937810139589070747?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/1937810139589070747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=1937810139589070747' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/1937810139589070747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/1937810139589070747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/06/impar-i.html' title='Impar I'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-725068260675555727</id><published>2008-06-24T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:34:22.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours ever.</title><content type='html'>It was written on a star&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you know it&lt;br /&gt;You know how&lt;br /&gt;to bring me down&lt;br /&gt;With a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours ever, Yours ever&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're never mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could die of jealousy&lt;br /&gt;But i'd live to see you again&lt;br /&gt;While I beg you for&lt;br /&gt;One more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You look away, trying&lt;br /&gt;To escape from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours ever, Yours ever&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're never mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours ever,&lt;br /&gt;But for me, it's never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-725068260675555727?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/725068260675555727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=725068260675555727' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/725068260675555727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/725068260675555727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/06/yours-ever.html' title='Yours ever.'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-3504723846178335518</id><published>2008-06-24T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:41:20.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frio</title><content type='html'>Se tudo que eu senti naquela noite escura foi frio?&lt;br /&gt;Não, frio foi uma dor coadjuvante. Foi físico.&lt;br /&gt;A real dor, você sabe qual, doeu dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo para senti-la passou,&lt;br /&gt;E agora tudo passou,&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo que sorrio&lt;br /&gt;E que sorrirei&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto&lt;br /&gt;Você ali&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Para&lt;br /&gt;Mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-3504723846178335518?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/3504723846178335518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=3504723846178335518' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/3504723846178335518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/3504723846178335518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/06/frio.html' title='Frio'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434857446449277692.post-4487249289673226919</id><published>2008-06-24T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:07:50.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro.</title><content type='html'>Primeiro, nos deixamos ser,&lt;br /&gt;Depois, nos contemos,&lt;br /&gt;Temos medo de nos perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria que são bem-vindos aqueles que aqui entrarem, mas não direi.&lt;br /&gt;Digamos que esse seja o irmão do Deboche.&lt;br /&gt;Entrem, caso esperem poesias, crônicas, artigos opinativos, sobre coisas que me atormentam.&lt;br /&gt;Sem o sarcasmo de costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sempre ímpar e nunca par"&lt;br /&gt;                                 - Noção de Nada - Ímpar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434857446449277692-4487249289673226919?l=imparsempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/feeds/4487249289673226919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434857446449277692&amp;postID=4487249289673226919' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/4487249289673226919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434857446449277692/posts/default/4487249289673226919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imparsempre.blogspot.com/2008/06/primeiro.html' title='Primeiro.'/><author><name>Fred Mattos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
