<?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-11096315</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:50:42.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'>-I'm dark and cold-</title><subtitle type='html'>-Lady_Death- Is coming to catch all you're souls and to set you free...from yourselves!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111720973271739053</id><published>2005-05-27T17:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:03:13.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Debaixo dos lençois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;São duas da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo dormir a pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Sonho acordado&lt;br /&gt;Meto-me no carro&lt;br /&gt;E vou ter contigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero-te pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e deixo acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te sem roupa&lt;br /&gt;És tudo o que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo suado de encontro ao meu&lt;br /&gt;Vou-te levar comigo ao céu&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me se é assim que gostas&lt;br /&gt;E quando pensares que acabou&lt;br /&gt;Volta ao principio outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser perfeito&lt;br /&gt;E de manhã eu vou estar lá pra te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;Eu e tu deitados numa cama nus&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo dos lençois o mundo é meu e teu&lt;br /&gt;O tempo para&lt;br /&gt;O vento deixa de soprar&lt;br /&gt;A fazer amor&lt;br /&gt;A fazer amor&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo dos lençois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais importa&lt;br /&gt;Se estás a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou feliz&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra explicar&lt;br /&gt;Vê o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me o que vês...&lt;br /&gt;Completas o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;És a peça que faltava em mim&lt;br /&gt;Sem dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo diz tudo&lt;br /&gt;Num abraço sincero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e tu,tu e eu enrolados na cama nus...&lt;br /&gt;A fazer amor debaixo dos lençois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111720973271739053?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111720973271739053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111720973271739053' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111720973271739053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111720973271739053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/05/debaixo-dos-lenois.html' title='Debaixo dos lençois...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111720963030100595</id><published>2005-05-27T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:00:53.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I belong to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the flame in my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You light my way in the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the ultimate star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You lift me up from above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your unconditional love takes me to paradise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I belong to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You belong to me too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make my life complete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me feel so sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me feel so divine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your soul and mind are entwined&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before you I was blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But since I’ve opened my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And with you there’s no disguise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I could open up my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always loved you from the start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I could not figure out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I had to do it everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I put away the fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I’m gonna live my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giving you the most in every way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I belong to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You belong to me too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make my life complete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me feel so sweet&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/11096315-111720963030100595?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111720963030100595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111720963030100595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111720963030100595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111720963030100595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-belong-to-you.html' title='I belong to you...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111720938920350263</id><published>2005-05-27T16:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:56:34.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You are my angel that appeared out of the shadows. You came to help me, to show me, I deserve better. You came to show me that someone cares....it was you.&lt;br /&gt;I can see you in a dim-lit fog but I can not reach you, I can not touch you, I can not hold you.&lt;br /&gt;I light my candles to bring hope into the darkness, to bring some warmth into my heart and fill the emptiness that can only be filled with the love of my angel.&lt;br /&gt;I know the day is coming when the time is right for both. I will see you and reach out to you and hold you,&lt;br /&gt;And know that I have been touched,&lt;br /&gt;Held, and loved... by my angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111720938920350263?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111720938920350263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111720938920350263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111720938920350263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111720938920350263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-angel.html' title='My Angel...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111720929352060802</id><published>2005-05-27T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:55:02.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;É tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;Sinto, mas tenho que dizer a verdade&lt;br /&gt;EU TE AMO!&lt;br /&gt;E jamais usarei a frase&lt;br /&gt;Já te esqueci!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto cada vez mais que&lt;br /&gt;Alimento um grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia dizer jamais que&lt;br /&gt;Não significas nada.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto dentro de mim que&lt;br /&gt;Nada foi em vão.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te quero como sempre quis.&lt;br /&gt;Estarei mentindo se disser que&lt;br /&gt;Não te amo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu prometeste-me que nunca ficaria sozinho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas contudo eu sinto-me dessa maneira!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dissestes que estarias sempre aqui comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar das palavras que dizes continuo sentindo-me só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada dia que passa começa mais a agonia!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nenhuma palavra poderá descrever esta dor que eu sinto...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu divido-me e ponho-me acima das paredes onde me sinto mais seguro...ou até inseguro!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vivo somente para ti, entreguei-te o meu coração...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois sem ti não há vida..!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o teu é rebelde, livre, sonhador...e ao mesmo tempo...triste..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois nele está uma melancólica e doce magoa, que não é capaz de desaparecer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu avanço para ti é inútil, pois tenho medo de te magoar, e de te perder...se algo acontecer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terás medo de perceber ?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111720929352060802?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111720929352060802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111720929352060802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111720929352060802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111720929352060802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/05/poems.html' title='Poems...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111515204921338535</id><published>2005-05-03T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:13:40.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems of Love!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quando você de repente aparece em minha mente, eu sinto paz Cada vez que você chora eu morro e renasço em cada sorriso teu Cada vez que um de nós temos dúvidas do nosso amor, nós sofremos e morremos, e renascemos em cada esperança, em cada certeza E é nesse morre e renasce que nós nos amamos, nos desejamos,não tem limite, nem a morte é empecilho, nada acaba com essa paixão Você é minha doença A pior de toda A melhor de todas Meu único remédio mais amargo O mais doce Te amo e é só o que eu sei Sou mais uma pobre alma apaixonada Ou será mais uma rica alma apaixonada? Não sei quem eu sou Quem eu fui Quem eu vou ser Estou perdida nesse amor E só tenho certeza de uma coisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Te Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como o sol brilha e sempre brilhará, sempre por você meu amor existirá;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por isso não tento te esquecer nenhum segundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Foram momentos maravilhosos que compartilhei com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hoje não sei onde estás, não sei onde moras; ou se ainda vive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas sei que meu coração por ti sempre baterá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baterá cada vez mais rápido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cada vez mais forte ele te chamará;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso, se você ainda existir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escute meu coração te chamar;e venha depressa para mim...e juntos vamos viver um grande amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Com o amor veio a ilusão com a ilusão o sonhoe com ele finalmente a decepção por tantas vezes me senti perdida e só me encontrei quando encontrei teus olhos. Ficava lembrando a tua maneira tonta de se aproximar de chegar perto e voltar atrás querendo sempre me dizer qualquer coisa que teu silêncio calava. O amor quebrou em milhões de caquinhosa tua imagem de cristal. Antes tão bela e perfeita derrubou castelos de areia Que construí ao longo do tempo em que te amei. Sem saber que você não me amavaou melhor sabendo e sem querer saber. Assim sendo meu amor foi levado por um surto nossos olhares preenchidos com minha indiferença representei que era feliz sem ti contei casos de amores inventados tentei usar a razão para justificar o injustificável lutei contra uma lágrima estúpida que por vez quis estragar o meu papel de conformada. Usei o desejo de vingança para não ter que deixar de dizer teu nome tão de repente e na penumbra do meu quarto chorei... gritei... e me escondi... para o mundo apenas sorri se antes vivia só pelo teu amor hoje vivo em função da vingança ela é a maneira menos humilhante que encontrei de dizer: Não te esqueci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111515204921338535?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111515204921338535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111515204921338535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111515204921338535'/><link 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assim?&lt;br /&gt;A quem posso recorrer?&lt;br /&gt;quem poderá me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;quem é essa pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Vêm rápido por favor!&lt;br /&gt;Vêm, preciso de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do teu calor,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me tão só!&lt;br /&gt;Estou a perder a noção&lt;br /&gt;do que é a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei o que é verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me vazio no coração!&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o próximo passo a dar&lt;br /&gt;No que devo meditar&lt;br /&gt;Em quem devo acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Recorro a música para me acalmar,&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me na doce melodia.&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração enchce-se de paz,&lt;br /&gt;Uma paz, que me deixa em harmonia,&lt;br /&gt;comigo e o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mundo esse, duro e profundo.&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de mudar,evaporar,&lt;br /&gt;Desaparecer, Escapar.&lt;br /&gt;Ao som da música encontro&lt;br /&gt;esse caminho mistíco.&lt;br /&gt;Entro num mundo de fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;onde só a minha imaginação&lt;br /&gt;vê coisas maginíficas, fantásticas,&lt;br /&gt;E um sonho lindo e pacífico.&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de viver nesse mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Mundo de amor e verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Onde não há maldade,&lt;br /&gt;Nem más inteções..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Escrito por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Dante"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111454663531819421?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111454663531819421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111454663531819421' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111454663531819421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111454663531819421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-sou-perfeito.html' title='Não sou perfeito...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111454653320561715</id><published>2005-04-26T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T21:15:41.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pela primeira vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;" Hoje pela primeira vez,&lt;br /&gt;vi algo fantástico, mágico.&lt;br /&gt;és tu a personificação de Afrodite,&lt;br /&gt;Deusa do Amor e Felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ao cruzar de olhares,&lt;br /&gt;Senti um arrepio estranho&lt;br /&gt;os teus olhos brilhantes,&lt;br /&gt;pareciam duas estrelas cintilantes,&lt;br /&gt;que cairam do céu divinalmente&lt;br /&gt;para me hipnotizar suavemente.&lt;br /&gt;Algo me diz que para além&lt;br /&gt;desse corpo esculpido por Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande mulher se encontra.&lt;br /&gt;Isso me agrada,&lt;br /&gt;Pois para além de namorada,&lt;br /&gt;Procuro uma amiga&lt;br /&gt;Quando sorris,&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração enche-se de,&lt;br /&gt;uma enorme alegria.&lt;br /&gt;E como se fosse fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;Estares aqui comigo...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Escrito por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Dante"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111454653320561715?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111454653320561715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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quiero amarte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aqui estoy en mi soledad dentro de mi ser solo hay tristeza lo he dado todo por salvar tu amor que se va perdiendo necesito tenerte quedate junto a mi ven conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CORO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sin ti me siento tan solo sin ti no puedo mas mi cuerpo pide tu cuerpo tu alma acariciar aunque intento yo no puedo encontrar si algun secreto se esconde en tu piel sin ti me siento tan solo no vivo porque no puedo amarte Solo tu podras darle la pasion a mi corazon que no esta latiendo en tus besos quiero desahogar este sentimineto y te busco en mis sueños quedate junto a mi te deseo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CORO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes que estoy muriendo porque te siento lejos devuelveme mi pasion todo mi amor, mi corazon regresa que no se vivir Sin ti me siento tan solo sin ti no puedo mas..... Aunque intento yo no puedo encontrar si algun secreto se esconde en tu piel sin ti me sinto tan solo no vivo porque no puedo amarte.&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/11096315-111394484663791717?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111394484663791717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111394484663791717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111394484663791717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111394484663791717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/solo-quiero-amarte.html' title='Solo quiero amarte...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111377393793942333</id><published>2005-04-17T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:39:06.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ooh, oh yeah, listen Bright lights, fancy restaurants Everything in this world that a man could want I got a bank account bigger than the law should allow Still I'm lonely now Pretty faces from the covers of a magazine From their covers to my covers wanna lay with me Fame and Fortune still can't find, just a grown man running out of time Chorus even though it seems I have everything I don’t wanna be a lonely fool All of the women, all the expensive cars All of the money don't amount to you So I can make believe I have everything But I can't pretend that I don't see That without you girl my life is incomplete Listen,Your perfume, your sexy lingerie Girl I remember it just like it was on yesterday A Thursday you told me you had fallen in love, I wasn’t sure that I wasIt's been a Year-Winter, Summer, Spring and Fall But being without youjust ain’t livin' nothing at all If I could travel back in time, I'd relive the days you were mine even though it seems I have everything I don’t wanna be a lonely foolall of the women all the expensive cars. All the money don’t amount to you. I can make believe I have everything. But I can't pretend that I don’t see that without you girl my life is incomplete. I just can’t help loving youbut I loved you much too late. I’d give anything and everything tohear you'll say that you'll stay. Even though it seems I have everything I don’t wanna be a lonely fool. All of the women. All the expensive cars. All of the money don’t amount to you (you can have it all) I can make believe I have everything but I can’t pretend that I don’t see.That without you girl my life is incomplete without your girl, without you girl in my lifewithout you girl, my life, my life is incomplete without you girl my life is incomplete, oh yeah my life is incomplete, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111377393793942333?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111377393793942333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111377393793942333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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desiderio così specialeche assomiglia a un dolore per me È un'emergenza d'amore e no, non si chiede perché È un canto libero verso il mare questo viverti dentro di me Sei il vino e il pane un'esigenza naturale Sei il temporale cheporta il sole da me, dolcemente Mi spiazzi il cuore ed io ti porterò dentro le mie tasche, ovunque andrai come una moneta, un amuleto che tra le mie mani cullerò È un'emergenza d'amore questo volerti per me Averti addoso per non fare asciugare dalla bocca il sapore di te Sei il bene e il male una bataglia, un carnevale Sei la passione chenon ha tregua per me, dolcemente Mi spiazzi il cuore ed io ti porterò dentro le mie tasche, ovunque andrai come una moneta, un amuleto che tra le mie mani stringerò Sei la mia prigionel'evasione dentro me Oltre la ragione solamente io conosco cosa c'è quell'amore che ho per teIo ti porterò dentro le mie tasche, ovunque andrai come un incantesimo segreto per i giorni vuoti che vivrò Per inseguirti in ogni viaggio che farai dentro le mie tasche ovunque andrai come una moneta, un amuleto che tra le mie mani stringerò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111376889093100737?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111376889093100737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111376889093100737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111376889093100737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111376889093100737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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c'è... il respiro di te sul viso Non c'è... la tua boca di fragola Non c'è... il dolce miele dei tuoi capelli Non c'è... che il veleno di te sul cuore Non c'è... via d'uscita per questo amore Non c'è... non c'è vita per me, più Non c'è... non c'è altra ragione che mi liberi l'anima Incantenata a notte di follia Anche in prigione me ne andrai per te Solo una vita non basta per me E anche l'estate ha le sue nuvole E tu sei l'uragano contro me Strappando i sogni nei giorni miei te ne sei andato di frettaperché Non c'è... che il veleno di te sul cuore Non c'è... via d'uscita per questo amore Non c'è... vita per me, più Non c'è... altra ragione per meSe esiste un Dio no può scordarsi di me anche se Fra lui e me c'è un cielo nero nero senza fineLo pregherò, lo cercherò e lo giuro ti troverò Dovessi entrare in altre dieci cento mille vita In questa vita buia senza di te sento che Ormai per me sei diventeto l'unica ragione Se c'è un confine nell'amore giuro lo passerò E nell'imenso vuoto di quei giorni senza fine ti amerò Come la prima volta a casa tua Ogni tuo gesto mi portava via Sentivo perdermi dentro di te Non c'è... non c'è il profumo della tua pelle Non c'è... il respiro di te sul viso Non c'è... la tua bocca di gragolaNon c'è... il dolce miele dei tuoi capelli Non c'è... non c'èNon c'è... non c'èNon c'è... non c'è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111376858051600982?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111376858051600982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111376858051600982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111376858051600982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111376858051600982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/non-c.html' title='Non c&apos;è...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111376488206199455</id><published>2005-04-17T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:15:29.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensa Nisso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu não posso voltar pra ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mesmo implorando eu já decidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Diz-me quem te vai amar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pensa nisso,baby, pensa nisso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Acabou eu cansei de chorar, esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu já percebi que não hás-de mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não vale a pena conversar porque já não volto atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E tu agora és parte do meu passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Só tenho pena do Amor desperdiçado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não quis ver, não quis perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas finalmente sei que não és "homem" para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu não posso voltar pra ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mesmo implorando eu já decidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Diz-me quem te vai amar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pensa nisso, baby, pensa nisso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E mesmo que me jures estar arrependido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu sei que vou sofrer mas está tudo perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fui mulher pra ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Acreditei em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E nos momentos mais dificeis estava lá pra ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Imaginava o eu futuro só contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E afirmavas ser o meu melhor amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mentis-te e olhas-te nos meus olhos quando dizias que sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Só me amavas a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quis esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quis perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas não soubes-te aproveitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pedis-te perdão pela última vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Só quero dizer perdes mais do que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu não posso voltar pra ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mesmo implorando eu já decidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Diz-me quem te vai amar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pensa nisso, baby, pensa nisso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dedicado a alguém perdi e que nunca mais hei-de ter por diversos motivos...Mas desejo que seja muito feliz...Dedicado a todas as pessoas que um dia quiseram voltar mas foi tarde demais!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111376488206199455?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111376488206199455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111376488206199455' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111376488206199455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111376488206199455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/pensa-nisso.html' title='Pensa Nisso...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111375913545233956</id><published>2005-04-17T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T18:41:17.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's early in the morning &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my heart is really lonely &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justthinkin 'bout you baby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gots me twisted in the head &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don’t know how to take it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But its driving me so crazy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t know if its right &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m tossin turning in my bed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's 5 o’clock in the morning &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I still cant sleep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinkin 'bout your beauty it makes me weep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;’m feeling hopeless at home &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t know what to do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I’m in love Baby........... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) than what am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feeling what am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I doing wrong Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just an illusion that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have in my heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I know you're not my lady but &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m tryin to make this right &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t know what to do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m going out of my mind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So baby if u let me kick it witchu then well maybe we could ride together &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e could do this all nite now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t care if you got a man &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby I wish you'd understand &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz I know he cant love u right, quite like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can It's 5 o’clock in the morning &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I still cant sleep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinkin bout your beauty it makes me weep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m feeling hopeless at home &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t know what to do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I’m in love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor no es amor (if this aint love) then what am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feeling what am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I doing wrong Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this an illusion that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have in my heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the way you freak it like that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the way you freak it like that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the way you freak it like that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's an obsession &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Baby Bash] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold up let me dream Shorty got me feelin serene &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where my candy, where my cream &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got your boy feel less supreme &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold up wait a minute baby you so damn independent &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loving everything your representing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got a lot of money, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to spend it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that’s what’s up and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t care what people scream &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No i'm blessin when I’m stressin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My superfly beauty queen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna keep it saucy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz my ma know how I do, we go rendevous, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MI CORAZON BELONGS TO YOU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor ...no es amor (if this aint love)then what am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feeling (what am i doing wrong) what am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I doing so wrong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[echo]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this an illusion that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have in my heart Amor ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no es amor (if this aint love) then what am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feeling (what am I doing wrong) what am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I doing so wrong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[echo]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this an illusion that I have in my heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor&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/11096315-111375913545233956?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111375913545233956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111375913545233956' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111375913545233956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111375913545233956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/obsession.html' title='Obsession...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111367658251816561</id><published>2005-04-16T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:36:32.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't take my eyes off you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're just too good to be true Can' t take my eyes off you You'd be like heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much At long last love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you Pardon the way that I stare There's nothing else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak There are no words left to speak And if you feel like I feel Please let me know that it's real You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you I love you baby, and if it's quite alright I need you baby to warm the lonely night I love you baby Trust in me when I say Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay And let me love you baby Let me love you You're just too good to be true Can' t take my eyes off you You'd be like heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much I love you baby, and if it's quite alright I need you baby to warm the lonely night I love you baby Trust in me when I say Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay And let me love you baby Let me love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/11096315-111367658251816561?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111367658251816561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111367658251816561' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111367658251816561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111367658251816561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/cant-take-my-eyes-off-you.html' title='Can&apos;t take my eyes off you'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111308217192635105</id><published>2005-04-09T22:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T21:21:17.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu já não me suportas e eu não sei porquê?! Talvez por eu ser um pouco marada ou até mesmo complicada... Mas eu gosto de ti, mais que tudo no mundo... Eu sei que não acreditas em mim, mas juro por tudo que te amo muito... Sabes uma coisa eu por ti mudo tudo de ruim que tenho em mim... É só me pedires com amor e carinho e mais, não me podes magoar porque não mereço, posso ser ruim mas tenho coração e tudo o que faço é para te ter ao pé de mim nada mais que isso... Sei que para te ter tenho que mudar, mas não penses tu que sou tão ruim até sabes que sou amorosa e carinhosa contigo, não sou mais porque tu não queres que eu seja... Ouve se ainda me quiseres estou aqui mesmo ao pé de ti basta chamares e eu ouvirte-ei, se quiseres fico contigo tens que acreditar em mim eu escrevo, ixto com todo o amor e carinho que tenho por ti!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu própria que escrevi quando andava no 7º ano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrito por Ana Sofia Rodrigue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&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/11096315-111308217192635105?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111308217192635105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111308217192635105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111308217192635105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111308217192635105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111299582162608624</id><published>2005-04-08T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:30:21.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma Gótica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A noite já está chegando venha lua, me ajude !liberte minha alma doente e meus pensamentos insanos, liberte meus desejos mórbidos e aceite meu gosto pela morte&lt;br /&gt;Nasci para viver na escuridão de minha mente que ninguém consegue entender, nem eu mesma....eu prometo que vou tentar, mas não conseguirei livrar o que sobra de minha vida,da minha alma gótica...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre viverei no meu mundo acreditando que sou normal, embora muitos achem o contrário, prometo que não irei enlouquecer ninguém com minhas ideias por isso tranco-me dentro de meu ser...porque tu não entenderias....o que nem eu mesma entendo....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111299582162608624?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111299582162608624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111299582162608624' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299582162608624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299582162608624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/alma-gtica.html' title='Alma Gótica...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111299567328902791</id><published>2005-04-08T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:28:06.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas de Sangue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As pessoas estão indo embora sangue pelo chão gritos pelo ar...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que vou fazer não sei como encontrar forças para correr pois quem eu amo está morto no chão&lt;br /&gt;Maldito aquele que viola a lei divina matando pessoas por pura diversão!&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, amor! Morrerei! Só não quero viver num inferno de podridão!&lt;br /&gt;Ilusão minha era achar que eles tivessem alma que eles tivessem compaixão!&lt;br /&gt;Um bando de jovens destruídos por uma sociedade de eterna maldição. Jovens assassinos... jovens sem alma e sem coração! jovens, condenados por um mesmo destino que eu... o destino da solidão!&lt;br /&gt;Perdi quem mais amei e em cima de seu corpo chorarei minha alma destruída pela vingança e meu coração consumido pela tristeza vão sempre ficar assim... até que no inferno te encontrarei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111299567328902791?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111299567328902791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111299567328902791' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299567328902791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299567328902791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/lgrimas-de-sangue.html' title='Lágrimas de Sangue...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111299478076650014</id><published>2005-04-08T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:14:50.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sinto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu sinto aquele sentimento quente, aquela coisa estranha e quando olho para ti. Olho no espelho e vejo o teu rosto. Olho para a lua e vejo a tua alma. Olho para as estrelas e vejo os teus olhos. Sinto o teu perfume e lembro qual é o teu. Toco os meus lábios e penso que são os teus. Ouço o telefone tocar e espero que sejas tu. Sonho contigo e vejo que és bonito por fora e por dentro. É impossivel esquecer te cada minuto ou segundo. Amo-te e vejo o quanto eu quero-te. Dou-te um presente e observo o teu carinho. Sinto a tua paixão. Dou-te um beijo e sinto um calor intenso. Ouço a tua voz e esqueço tudo a minha volta. Ouço uma canção e imagino-me a dançar contigo ou tar simplesmente contigo. Sem querer, faço tudo isto... Estou loucamente apaixonada por ti amo te muito. Ouço o meu coração, bem no fundo o que sinto por ti, não importa onde for, não importa o tempo, não importa a distância, este sentimento que sinto por ti não vai deixar de existir nunca estarei sempre ao teu lado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111299478076650014?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111299478076650014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111299478076650014' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299478076650014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299478076650014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/eu-sinto.html' title='Eu sinto...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111299430825132704</id><published>2005-04-08T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:19:49.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inesquecível...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes me pergunto seeu viverei sem ter você se saberei te esquecer passa um momento e eu já sei você é o que eu quero ter inesquecível para amar Mais que uma história pra viver o tempo parece dizer não, não me deixe mais nunca me deixe quanto mais longe possa estar é tudo o que eu quero pensar não, não me deixe mais porque eu te quero aqui inesquecível em mim Ouço sua voz e a alegria dentro de mim faz mora dia vira tatuagem sob a pele te levo sempre em meu olhar não canso de te pocurar entre meus lábios sinto a falta de você E assim, profundamente meu pra que pensar que existe adeus não, não me deixe mais nunca me deixe já não preciso nem dizero quanto eu me apaixonei não, não me deixe mai se vou dizer porque Se existe céu você sempre será inesquecível para amar, oh não! Não, não me deixe mais nunca me deixe, uh! uh! Tão grande em mim sempre vai ser essa vontade de te ver não, não me deixe mais....nunca me deixe...quanto mais longe possa estar é tudo o que eu quero pensar não, não me deixe mais nunca me deixe....se eu não tiver você....agora e sempre vai estar preso em olhos inesquecível em mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111299430825132704?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111299430825132704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111299430825132704' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299430825132704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299430825132704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/inesquecvel.html' title='Inesquecível...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111299397270264669</id><published>2005-04-08T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:16:43.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sinto-me só... isolado... e triste... Aquilo que antes era, já não é... Quero voltar atrás Apagar todas as minhas máguas Mas este sentimento de culpa nao me deixa Persegue-me onde quer que eu vá E isolo-me cada vez mais Perco os meus amigos E nao faço novos Vou-me isolando como uma ilha que procura a vastidão do mar E perco-me... Sózinho em meus pensamentos Quero viver, mas não me deixo Quero gritar, mas não me ouço Quero acordar, mas prefiro viver de sonhos Sonhos... Que de quando em quando Se tocam com a realidade, E assim me destroem Sonhos... Que voam aquilo que queria eu voar, Que dizem aquilo que queria eu dizer... Que sofrem aquilo que queria eu sofrer. E mesmo assim sonho Sonho com a fuga à realidade E sempre que sonho me alegro Porque a tristeza se desfaz... E eu volto a viver Porque... tenho amigos... Porque... Tenho a quem contar o que está dentro de mim... E me alegro... E consigo esboçar um sorriso verdadeiro... Um sorriso... duradouro.&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/11096315-111299397270264669?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111299397270264669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111299397270264669' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299397270264669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299397270264669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/sonho.html' title='Sonho!!'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111299389110986696</id><published>2005-04-08T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:17:07.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Procuro-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algo deriva à sorte, Algo se esconde aqui, Tentando escapar da morte, Tentando encontrar-te a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Nas profundezas eu me guardo, Nos abismos eu me escondo, Vejo-me sozinho num adro, Pois de ti me desencontro.&lt;br /&gt;Quero olhar para ti...Saber que estás comigo...Mas olho aqui e ali, E não te ouvindo, desligo.&lt;br /&gt;Desligo da vida terrena...Procuro-te em meu pensamento...Esperando que tu me acordes, E que me tires o sofrimento...&lt;br /&gt;Esta solidão que maltrata, Sem ti não posso viver, É um cristal de luz que mata, E por ti quero morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Sussurra-me ao ouvido, Para que eu não te procure mais, E assim possamos estar, Em muitas loucuras fatais.&lt;br /&gt;Escreve-me, fala comigo, Dá-me uma pista a mim...Pois eu estou disposto, A dar a minha vida por ti...&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/11096315-111299389110986696?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111299389110986696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111299389110986696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299389110986696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299389110986696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/procuro-te.html' title='Procuro-te...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-111299374475607355</id><published>2005-04-08T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:17:38.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São teus...Os olhos que eu vejo no reflexo do luar É tua...A magia escondida no nascer da aurora E tu estas lá...Sózinha, imóvel como um marco no meu pensamentoE tu de novo Ligeira...Com a leveza que te caracteriza a alma.É o aroma Que a mais fina aragem se envaidece de transportar E és tu...Aquela que o meu coração reclama para si, mas...Teu perfume minha alma enlouquece...Meus pensamentos baralha como frágeis cartas Que teimas em revirar...Com tuas mãos...Tecidas da mais fina seda...Teus dedos...Que de tão simples emanam a mais pura luz...Teus cabelos Quais especiarias encontradas para além dos mares E só tu...Que de longe me amparas o sofrimento Que no Sol revigoras a minha paz Pois tu...És qual estrela luzente num ceu enegrecido. Que estando longe Mais perto chega dentro do meu ser E me acalma esta ansia de viver para te amar...A todas as horas do dia...A todas as horas da noite...Pois meu pensamento...Não te larga...Que estejas a meu lado...Ou...Na constelação mais longinqua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-111299374475607355?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/111299374475607355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=111299374475607355' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299374475607355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/111299374475607355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/04/tu.html' title='Tu...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-110951474750603479</id><published>2005-02-27T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:36:06.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Algumas fotos...</title><content type='html'>Aqui estão algumas fotos sobre coisas que gosto e com coisas que me identifico...quem sabe vocês também não se identifiquem...entrem e vejam!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tem cenas tais como fotos minhas,carros, anime etc...Dêem uma olhadela...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez curtam!! ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/caiote2003/slideshow?.dir=/d076&amp;.src=ph"&gt;http://br.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/caiote2003/slideshow?.dir=/d076&amp;amp;.src=ph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-110951474750603479?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/110951474750603479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=110951474750603479' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/110951474750603479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/110951474750603479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/02/algumas-fotos_27.html' title='Algumas fotos...'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-110944957779288288</id><published>2005-02-26T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-05T10:51:50.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Solidão...??!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-me sozinha sem ninguém...Estou sempre sozinha, perdida sem rumo e muito infeliz. Preza ao nada, mas acredito que uma nuvem negra vai cobrir meu céu e me libertar, desse mundo sem sentido...Minha alma nunca mais vai se libertar pois já não tenho mais alma...E quando me libertarem vou estar feliz pois minha liberdade irá custar minha vida, mas minha vida não tem mais sentido sem ti... e é por isso que eu quero me libertar, pois na nuvem negra encontrarei novamente a felicidade que nunca tive ao teu lado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096315-110944957779288288?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/110944957779288288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=110944957779288288' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/110944957779288288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/110944957779288288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/02/solido.html' title='Solidão...??!!!!'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-110944714080695812</id><published>2005-02-26T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-04T20:16:08.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Imaginem um titulo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady death&lt;br /&gt;Dona morte... aqui te espero, todas as noites sonho no dia em que irei te encontrar, mas tu foges de mim, parece que me estás a castigar, fazendo-me sofrer aqui neste estúpido mundo, junto com pessoas estranhas, onde não conseguem me entender, falo com todos, mas ninguém me ouve, ninguém me consegue ver como realmente sou, e quem me vê, por vezes foge... Dona morte, tu também foges de mim? Não és tu a temivél? Porque estás com tanto medo? Dona morte, porque tenho que ser essa garotinha certa? Porque não posso ser como eu realmente quero? Por favor, promete-me que se eu continuar assim, tu vens me visitar, apagar as minhas mágoas, meus temores... Dona morte, estou a tua espera na escuridão amarga do meu quarto, essa escuridão que te dá prazer, nesse preto que me seduz! Dona morte, nós nos completámos, tu és como eu, escura e fria... Vêm dona morte.... Vêm completar minha escuridão infinita... E traz contigo o meu grande amor obscuro... por favor... vêm!!!!&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/11096315-110944714080695812?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/110944714080695812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=110944714080695812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/110944714080695812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/110944714080695812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/02/imaginem-um-titulo.html' title='Imaginem um titulo!!!'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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-11096315.post-110942076219190957</id><published>2005-02-26T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-04T13:09:48.333Z</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>Bem vindos ao meu blog!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem... Se quizerem me conhecer melhor ou saber algo sobre mim tão à vontade!!!  É só me contactarem...&lt;br /&gt;Beijos fofos e voltem quando quiserem...&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/11096315-110942076219190957?l=annavolkova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/feeds/110942076219190957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096315&amp;postID=110942076219190957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/110942076219190957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096315/posts/default/110942076219190957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annavolkova.blogspot.com/2005/02/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>annavolkova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03054353537867318735</uri><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></feed>
