<?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-19582591</id><updated>2012-01-18T22:14:14.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy With The Thorn In His Side</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withthethorninhisside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19582591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withthethorninhisside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eduardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503734671007599100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzm3omhTOlw/S0LSfrRKOSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vbIT7HhGl4o/S220/albatroz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19582591.post-8705629774302988530</id><published>2009-08-07T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:28:20.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho que não posso encerrar esse blog sem um post que venho me prometendo escrever faz tempo.&lt;br /&gt; Aproveitem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Era uma manhã fria de inverno.&lt;br /&gt; A única alma caminhando pelas ruas do vale era  a minha.&lt;br /&gt; Fazia frio e nada em meus pensamentos havia, além da reconfortante xícara de café que eu beberia dentro de dez ou quinze minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Foi quando meus olhos encontraram.&lt;br /&gt; Sentado no meio da rua lá estava.&lt;br /&gt; Você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quis saber o que você fazia lá.&lt;br /&gt; Parado.&lt;br /&gt; Esperando.&lt;br /&gt; Ouvindo.&lt;br /&gt; Respirando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Foi quando você me ouviu.&lt;br /&gt; E não me viu.&lt;br /&gt; Teu rosto assustado virou na minha direção.&lt;br /&gt; E tuas órbitas vazias me encararam.&lt;br /&gt; Não haviam olhos.&lt;br /&gt; Mas olhou nos meus.&lt;br /&gt; Como se soubesse.&lt;br /&gt; No fundo da minha alma você olhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E um frio intenso passou pelo meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt; Me olhou.&lt;br /&gt; E continou me olhando nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt; Embora os seus há muito não se encontram em seu rosto.&lt;br /&gt; Mas não era seus olhos que olhavam nos meus.&lt;br /&gt; Era tua alma que olhava nos olhos da minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quis correr.&lt;br /&gt; Quis fugir.&lt;br /&gt; Quis morrer e esquecer esse momento de terror, quando a sanidade quase deixou minha mente.&lt;br /&gt; E você me olhava.&lt;br /&gt; Sabia.&lt;br /&gt; Sabia do meu medo e sorvia do pavor da minha alma.&lt;br /&gt; Vingado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E veio o carro.&lt;br /&gt; Parou, esperou, buzinou.&lt;br /&gt; E você não sabia de onde vinha, nem para onde ir.&lt;br /&gt; Mas achou seu caminho de volta para casa, assustado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E eu?&lt;br /&gt; Continuei o caminho para minha vida.&lt;br /&gt; Aterrorizado.&lt;br /&gt; E desde então, nunca mais tive uma manhã de inverno em que não pense em você.&lt;br /&gt; E em como me olhou nos olhos da alma aquele dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A música de hoje é...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morrissey - Jack The Ripper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, you look so tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mouth slack and wide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ill-housed and ill-advised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your face is as mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As your life has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crash into my arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I WANT YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You don't agree -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you don't refuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I know a place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where no one is likely to pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, you don't care if it's late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you don't care if you're lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And oh, you look so tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (But tonight you presume too much) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Too much, too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if it's the last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thing I ever do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'M GONNA GET YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crash into my arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I WANT YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You don't agree -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you don't refuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crash into my arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I WANT YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You don't agree - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you don't refuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thankyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19582591-8705629774302988530?l=withthethorninhisside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withthethorninhisside.blogspot.com/feeds/8705629774302988530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19582591&amp;postID=8705629774302988530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19582591/posts/default/8705629774302988530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19582591/posts/default/8705629774302988530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withthethorninhisside.blogspot.com/2009/08/acho-que-nao-posso-encerrar-esse-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Eduardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503734671007599100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzm3omhTOlw/S0LSfrRKOSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vbIT7HhGl4o/S220/albatroz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
