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far away from me'/><category term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>One of a kind... =|</title><subtitle type='html'>Making good use of my last brain cell.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>335</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-344820998115615596</id><published>2011-09-06T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T07:12:33.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Nathan A Matthews</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBNv9bTkdPk/Tmd7XL6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9GZlg2jOL_w/s1600/IMG_5576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBNv9bTkdPk/Tmd7XL6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9GZlg2jOL_w/s400/IMG_5576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649619895823179106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in September 29, 1986&lt;br /&gt;Died in September 06, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Nathan A Matthews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we had many bad moments but we also had a lot of good ones.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you read my previous post wishing you the best in life, I really did.&lt;br /&gt;You have made me realize lot's of things, appreciate lots of things, enjoy lot's of things, you made me change... You will always have a place in my heart as I know I had a place in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-344820998115615596?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/344820998115615596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=344820998115615596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/344820998115615596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/344820998115615596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/09/rip-nathan-matthews.html' title='RIP Nathan A Matthews'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBNv9bTkdPk/Tmd7XL6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9GZlg2jOL_w/s72-c/IMG_5576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8356681396257186342</id><published>2011-09-04T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T10:42:27.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life for Rent - Dido (lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YRVydGCsc7U?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8356681396257186342?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8356681396257186342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8356681396257186342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8356681396257186342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8356681396257186342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-for-rent-dido-lyrics.html' title='Life for Rent - Dido (lyrics)'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YRVydGCsc7U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8969925130064798778</id><published>2011-08-26T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T07:24:30.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Perri - Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xjt8s7wd9HI?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8969925130064798778?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8969925130064798778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8969925130064798778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8969925130064798778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8969925130064798778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/08/christina-perri-tragedy.html' title='Christina Perri - 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I left my wedding ring at the Grand Canyon with a note that said:&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe you can make this ring more happy than I did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice trip, soul rejuvenating, cleansing period of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy with myself and with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Glad I was able to be a grown up about it and make things happen without any major issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish him the best.&lt;br /&gt;I think he is a good guy, we were just not good together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life happens...&lt;br /&gt;... Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-9208895880602674564?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/9208895880602674564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=9208895880602674564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/9208895880602674564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/9208895880602674564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-ring.html' title='Wedding ring...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-5576339629741624222</id><published>2011-08-19T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:11:17.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Perri - Daydream</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0c9ZAbfipVI?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-5576339629741624222?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/5576339629741624222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=5576339629741624222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5576339629741624222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5576339629741624222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/08/christina-perri-daydream.html' title='Christina Perri - Daydream'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0c9ZAbfipVI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-1968766778591241068</id><published>2011-08-19T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:08:02.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So... LET ME GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tf62hgdtXV8?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-1968766778591241068?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/1968766778591241068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=1968766778591241068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1968766778591241068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1968766778591241068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-let-me-go.html' title='So... 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to be happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a few things I have learned in life:&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around...&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do there's a price&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you get lost, you're found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes are never easy.&lt;br /&gt;Trust if broken is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Family quotes are usually cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;Stars are beautiful at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships are meant to be forever.&lt;br /&gt;Love will never last.&lt;br /&gt;Worst feeling in the world is anger.&lt;br /&gt;You have to let go of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go doesn't always mean to quit.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence doesn't trump wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;People are usually wrong yet neglect to admit.&lt;br /&gt;You are always lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is the cause of most evil.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry's are usually a lie.&lt;br /&gt;I remind myself to be thankful...&lt;br /&gt;To have met those that had to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;Hell is far away...&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of twist after twist...&lt;br /&gt;But that's no reason to desmay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most wounds will heal&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Never be bitter regardless of how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;You are not becoming any younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take what you are entitled to.&lt;br /&gt;Prevent being a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;Always seek for what's true.&lt;br /&gt;Don't allow anyone to break your spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget the ones that care.&lt;br /&gt;Remember to smile.&lt;br /&gt;Give what you have to spare.&lt;br /&gt;And be happy, for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-5836120473246519813?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-3316092797336781585?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/3316092797336781585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=3316092797336781585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3316092797336781585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3316092797336781585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/08/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WwMsWjrlu54/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-7768019083348982016</id><published>2011-07-26T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T08:21:48.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Perri - Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MeW0Sl0tNS8?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-7768019083348982016?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/7768019083348982016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-7040011274395996929</id><published>2011-07-25T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T07:42:00.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead weight'/><title type='text'>Moving on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPTfrY-EUgE/Ti2ApMYqeOI/AAAAAAAAAj8/d8-sNShHqBA/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633300154098022626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPTfrY-EUgE/Ti2ApMYqeOI/AAAAAAAAAj8/d8-sNShHqBA/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you start questioning someone's loyalty it's the time to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-7040011274395996929?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/7040011274395996929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=7040011274395996929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7040011274395996929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7040011274395996929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/07/moving-on.html' title='Moving on...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPTfrY-EUgE/Ti2ApMYqeOI/AAAAAAAAAj8/d8-sNShHqBA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-5486073998894086486</id><published>2011-06-29T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T03:12:51.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say, there's no place I'd rather be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-5486073998894086486?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/5486073998894086486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=5486073998894086486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5486073998894086486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5486073998894086486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/06/home.html' title='#HOME'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-3484117639861409592</id><published>2011-06-19T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:53:05.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDIOTS GO FIGURE'/><title type='text'>DEDICATED TO SOMEONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRFEJdRCFfg/Tf6LvvYYT_I/AAAAAAAAAj0/pM0oM8jqYQQ/s1600/cheap_engagement_rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620083037293793266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRFEJdRCFfg/Tf6LvvYYT_I/AAAAAAAAAj0/pM0oM8jqYQQ/s400/cheap_engagement_rings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was once one DUDE that had asked for me to post about him...&lt;br /&gt;I never did. I mean, what was there to post? Idiocy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a post about YOU and YOU ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU, were the ONLY MISTAKE I REGRET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Have a nice fucking life and I hope I never see you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-3484117639861409592?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/3484117639861409592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=3484117639861409592&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-243781894300501450</id><published>2011-06-19T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:49:12.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-243781894300501450?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/243781894300501450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=243781894300501450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/243781894300501450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/243781894300501450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-329194322368243323</id><published>2011-06-10T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:54:08.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedro Abrunhosa - Fazer o que ainda nao foi feito (novo single)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U6R5oJDzij0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div 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single)'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/U6R5oJDzij0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-7508089589647147627</id><published>2011-06-10T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:51:33.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Não Sei Quem Te Perdeu</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T1Q6WPhsSug?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Perdeu'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T1Q6WPhsSug/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-3092366128792539501</id><published>2011-06-10T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T07:16:10.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Script, Breakeven---with lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8Bp13TeFNrw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(lyrics)'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9HhcYEuFXXQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-5144943477726768790</id><published>2011-05-31T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T07:32:28.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is such bullshit sometimes'/><title type='text'>Real Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dc8H4M2j_Uc/TeT72jEniXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qDIojaA3VU0/s1600/226678_1907680685917_1058797864_32210217_4931849_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612887950156597618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dc8H4M2j_Uc/TeT72jEniXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qDIojaA3VU0/s400/226678_1907680685917_1058797864_32210217_4931849_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's funny how I can help people save their relationships,&lt;br /&gt;when I couldn't even save my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-5144943477726768790?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/5144943477726768790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dc8H4M2j_Uc/TeT72jEniXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qDIojaA3VU0/s72-c/226678_1907680685917_1058797864_32210217_4931849_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-7983203995370432575</id><published>2011-05-26T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T09:04:26.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAD IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tPAv3v8gPnI/Td554HilPsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5QQWs1J6lcc/s1600/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611056190753947330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tPAv3v8gPnI/Td554HilPsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5QQWs1J6lcc/s400/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A dad is someone who&lt;br /&gt;wants to catch you before you fall&lt;br /&gt;but instead picks you up,&lt;br /&gt;brushes you off,&lt;br /&gt;and lets you try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dad is someone who&lt;br /&gt;wants to keep you from making mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but instead let's you find your own way,&lt;br /&gt;even though his heart breaks in silence&lt;br /&gt;when you get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dad is someone who&lt;br /&gt;holds you when you cry,&lt;br /&gt;scolds you when you break the rules,&lt;br /&gt;shines with pride when you succeed,&lt;br /&gt;and has faith in you even when you fail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I Love You Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-7983203995370432575?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/7983203995370432575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=7983203995370432575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7983203995370432575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7983203995370432575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/05/dad-iv.html' title='DAD IV'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tPAv3v8gPnI/Td554HilPsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5QQWs1J6lcc/s72-c/Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-3444007572318456384</id><published>2011-05-26T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T08:59:30.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdtFsbasmVQ/Td54y5FYWyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qw4t2Psdvq0/s1600/800px-Azores_old_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611055001462397730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdtFsbasmVQ/Td54y5FYWyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qw4t2Psdvq0/s400/800px-Azores_old_map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So ready for the move... few more months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-3444007572318456384?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/3444007572318456384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=3444007572318456384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3444007572318456384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3444007572318456384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-god.html' title='Thank God.'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdtFsbasmVQ/Td54y5FYWyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qw4t2Psdvq0/s72-c/800px-Azores_old_map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8279636325131800765</id><published>2011-03-22T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:51:08.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':&apos;('/><title type='text'>There is no love like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bRMIyH_WCT4/TYlevdxF7fI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZddEghfV8s0/s1600/IMG_7931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bRMIyH_WCT4/TYlevdxF7fI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZddEghfV8s0/s320/IMG_7931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587100982267211250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... a mothers love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8279636325131800765?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8279636325131800765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8279636325131800765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8279636325131800765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8279636325131800765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/03/there-is-no-love-like.html' title='There is no love like...'/><author><name>LochNess Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03697133940871869813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pX2sJx2qwIM/SJeECPEh7AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMhlkzBHRV0/S220/222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bRMIyH_WCT4/TYlevdxF7fI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZddEghfV8s0/s72-c/IMG_7931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-247316975527358126</id><published>2011-03-21T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T07:41:48.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex-HazMat Team'/><title type='text'>Admiration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqGAiJAmPFk/TYdiVJbG-TI/AAAAAAAAAjI/2qIfDMaeGd0/s1600/_Device%2BMemory_home_user_pictures_IMG00702-20091218-1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586541978222786866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqGAiJAmPFk/TYdiVJbG-TI/AAAAAAAAAjI/2qIfDMaeGd0/s400/_Device%2BMemory_home_user_pictures_IMG00702-20091218-1351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“The only service a friend can really render is to&lt;br /&gt;keep your courage by holding up to you a mirror&lt;br /&gt;in which you can see a noble image of yourself.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-247316975527358126?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/247316975527358126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=247316975527358126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/247316975527358126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/247316975527358126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/03/admiration.html' title='Admiration...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqGAiJAmPFk/TYdiVJbG-TI/AAAAAAAAAjI/2qIfDMaeGd0/s72-c/_Device%2BMemory_home_user_pictures_IMG00702-20091218-1351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-7663851598584173584</id><published>2011-03-21T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T07:02:45.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowing the right people... :D'/><title type='text'>OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-BSDJqb4zQ/TYdZhOLXc_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/N6i6cUExOHA/s1600/australia-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586532290052715506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-BSDJqb4zQ/TYdZhOLXc_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/N6i6cUExOHA/s400/australia-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally good news... For a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here soon, I get to travel FAR FAR AWAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...I JUST GOT A JOB OFFER IN AUSTRALIA&lt;br /&gt;AS AN ENVIRONMENTAL SPECIALIST! *faints*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-7663851598584173584?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/7663851598584173584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=7663851598584173584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7663851598584173584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7663851598584173584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/03/omg-omg-omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG!!'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-BSDJqb4zQ/TYdZhOLXc_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/N6i6cUExOHA/s72-c/australia-beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-7751451464678925272</id><published>2011-03-21T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T06:50:26.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I will never forget'/><title type='text'>3 Musketeers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTV9h51o6fM/TYdVi-QPrYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/T2sZdwCG1Z0/s1600/bestfriends3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586527922091437442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTV9h51o6fM/TYdVi-QPrYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/T2sZdwCG1Z0/s400/bestfriends3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      Every time I hold you I begin to understand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-crc4FhtGAvg/TYdVTqoPg2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/6wCeqdL-Hm4/s1600/bestfriends2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586527659125343074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-crc4FhtGAvg/TYdVTqoPg2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/6wCeqdL-Hm4/s400/bestfriends2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that everything about you tells me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvh4K8G5C34/TYdVIdU21nI/AAAAAAAAAio/O7NhVRsPZcg/s1600/bestfriends.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586527466575812210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvh4K8G5C34/TYdVIdU21nI/AAAAAAAAAio/O7NhVRsPZcg/s400/bestfriends.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... You're my bestfriend.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was my grandfather, then my dad, then my godson... all family.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll post pictures soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then there were the 3 musketeers:&lt;br /&gt;B.R.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say 6 is the devils number, I disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far 6 is a number to keep.&lt;br /&gt;The 6 men that respect me more than anyone I have ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you slinky faces...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-7751451464678925272?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/7751451464678925272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=7751451464678925272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7751451464678925272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7751451464678925272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/03/3-musketeers.html' title='3 Musketeers'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTV9h51o6fM/TYdVi-QPrYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/T2sZdwCG1Z0/s72-c/bestfriends3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-7745074420734377082</id><published>2011-03-19T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T14:36:47.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh7zb3EGPFM/TYUhsAr_OwI/AAAAAAAAAig/0JFOzmLcYLE/s1600/IMG_7890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585907952805427970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh7zb3EGPFM/TYUhsAr_OwI/AAAAAAAAAig/0JFOzmLcYLE/s400/IMG_7890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find it so funny that it took me this much time to realize&lt;br /&gt;that what I want and need has been an option this whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no place like home... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-7745074420734377082?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/7745074420734377082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=7745074420734377082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7745074420734377082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7745074420734377082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/03/home.html' title='Home...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh7zb3EGPFM/TYUhsAr_OwI/AAAAAAAAAig/0JFOzmLcYLE/s72-c/IMG_7890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-5518622530459204600</id><published>2011-02-10T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:04:07.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo...'/><title type='text'>Pleasure..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero sentir-te com agressividade&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com nojo de te beijar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem qualquer tipo de carinho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Num misto de raiva e desejo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentir o teu corpo forte junto ao meu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ter as tuas curvas masculinas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah mercê do meu desejo carnal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero saborear o teu corpo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E dar-te a saborear o meu &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encher a boca com o teu falo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Banquetear-me com pecado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero sentir este desejo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As tuas maos nas minhas nadegas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enquanto o teu sexo me penetra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Penetra o corpo, o ser e o querer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este querer proibido de te possuir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ser para ti o que es para mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desejo carnal obsceno&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Segurar-te com o meu corpo feminino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Debruar-te e possuir-te&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exibir-te o meu sexo, acariciar o teu sexo erecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Querer-te sem os tabus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Orgulhosos da nossa ousadia&lt;br /&gt;De nos sentirmos usados,&lt;br /&gt;Possuidos, desajeitados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Enraivecidos, apaixonados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-5518622530459204600?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/5518622530459204600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=5518622530459204600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5518622530459204600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5518622530459204600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/07/pleasure.html' title='Pleasure..'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-2614501113450508428</id><published>2011-02-08T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:36:41.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the street, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staring at my feet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... As I wonder about the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how moments with you would always last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A day with you seemed like forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe because we never thought of &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We lived for that moment...&lt;br /&gt;Like two kids with a warrant.&lt;br /&gt;Always on the run, always doing something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like there was no tomorrow..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little we knew, there was no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And now we sit here aching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Like a daughter/fathers last dance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a lovers last kiss...&lt;br /&gt;... like a last chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We lived on that edge,&lt;br /&gt;like we knew one day we'd miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now we live with a wedge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missing eachother but yet far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I sit in my bed and play songs in my guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Songs that remind me of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Songs that make me cry on how happy you made me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that make me wonder if you miss me too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Songs that me feel butterflies in my tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-2614501113450508428?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/2614501113450508428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=2614501113450508428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2614501113450508428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2614501113450508428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2011/02/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-4308676063019969103</id><published>2010-07-20T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T03:47:58.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worthwhile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Loving You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TEV-dzjpbUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/dHQT25hpMJo/s1600/Betsey-13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495937970796588354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TEV-dzjpbUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/dHQT25hpMJo/s400/Betsey-13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres something about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That makes me feel for you, like I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its stillness of the heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its feeling you here, even apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is seeing you smile, in my thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's falling yet get caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's knowing the feeling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unsure of it's meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the completeness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I feel when you're near...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the emptyness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you leave that I have to bear.&lt;br /&gt;It's dreaming of you even awake...&lt;br /&gt;Is having this feeling for you I cannot shake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's wanting to leave yet not be able to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is feeling in love even when I cry for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is feeling like I got punched in the gut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you do me wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's keeping my mouth shut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's holding on, be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its forgiving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when you don't say sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's talking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When things get blurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's thanking in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoever let you go in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glad things with them, did not last...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...someone like you, is hard to find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is feeling love sick, is feeling blind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is feeling in love, is feeling kind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is feeling you are so right to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is seeing what you yet cannot see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I wait, for you to awaken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you sleep there, half broken...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I sit here and I smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because waiting for you is worthwhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-4308676063019969103?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/4308676063019969103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=4308676063019969103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4308676063019969103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4308676063019969103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2010/07/loving-you.html' title='Loving You...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TEV-dzjpbUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/dHQT25hpMJo/s72-c/Betsey-13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-5226261335762962609</id><published>2010-07-18T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:05:42.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let go'/><title type='text'>Let Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TEMmBelWGeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zarqTjdeLME/s1600/Betsey-7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495277777153563106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TEMmBelWGeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zarqTjdeLME/s400/Betsey-7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go doesn't mean giving up, but rather accepting that there are things that cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-5226261335762962609?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/5226261335762962609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=5226261335762962609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5226261335762962609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5226261335762962609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-go.html' title='Let Go!'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TEMmBelWGeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zarqTjdeLME/s72-c/Betsey-7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8064305455911473775</id><published>2010-07-18T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T08:50:31.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMINEM FT. RIHANNA - LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE (SONG + LYRICS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/PeBa7dZRomw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PeBa7dZRomw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PeBa7dZRomw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8064305455911473775?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8064305455911473775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8064305455911473775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8064305455911473775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8064305455911473775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2010/07/eminem-ft-rihanna-love-way-you-lie-song.html' title='EMINEM FT. RIHANNA - LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE (SONG + LYRICS)'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-3256519349008549808</id><published>2010-07-12T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T02:10:59.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras perdidas...'/><title type='text'>Palavras Perdidas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TDtHWxk-5PI/AAAAAAAAAho/QzRtbIFsuyE/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493062627099600114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TDtHWxk-5PI/AAAAAAAAAho/QzRtbIFsuyE/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tento falar contigo, mas nao sei que te diga.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo que nao queiras que eu diga nada.&lt;br /&gt;Entao fico calada.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim existem palavras a serem ditas,&lt;br /&gt;palavras ah espera de serem ouvidas.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que diriam o quanto te quero e sinto a tua falta,&lt;br /&gt;e que te amo independentemente de quao destrocado o meu coracao esta.&lt;br /&gt;E o quanto preciso de ti na minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Infelizmente,&lt;br /&gt;essas palavras ate poderao ficar pra sempre trancadas no meu coracao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As vezes questiono, se teras algumas no teu coracao tambem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... mas eu nunca saberei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-3256519349008549808?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/3256519349008549808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=3256519349008549808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3256519349008549808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3256519349008549808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2010/07/palavras-perdidas.html' title='Palavras Perdidas...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TDtHWxk-5PI/AAAAAAAAAho/QzRtbIFsuyE/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-1353998664482269081</id><published>2010-07-11T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:08:49.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade... amar... existir..'/><title type='text'>Saudade... Apenas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TDrhs_V8UnI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Y0VJZCWlK1M/s1600/Betsey-8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492950858565702258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TDrhs_V8UnI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Y0VJZCWlK1M/s400/Betsey-8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Eh sentir-te perto mesmo que longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;relembrar o amargo, sorrindo pelo doce...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh o calor do abraco sentido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh o gosto do beijo nunca beijado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudade... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E ver-te partir sabendo que jamais vais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh chorar.. sem lagrimas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E perder-te e encontrar-te na minha memoria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh dormir contigo mesmo quando nao estas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh ver para alem do horizonte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh sonhar com o presente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh gritar o teu nome no espaco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh ver-te sem aqui estares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh querer o que um dia seguraste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh desejar o que nunca sentiste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh adorar o que nao tens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh amar o que nunca tiveste... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudade... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-1353998664482269081?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/1353998664482269081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=1353998664482269081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1353998664482269081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1353998664482269081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2010/07/saudade-apenas.html' title='Saudade... Apenas.'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TDrhs_V8UnI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Y0VJZCWlK1M/s72-c/Betsey-8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8120879821860278454</id><published>2010-07-07T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T17:09:45.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='die far away from me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistaken'/><title type='text'>In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TDUW01sok4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eH3h7NQ3OLE/s1600/Betsey-6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491320417671484290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TDUW01sok4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eH3h7NQ3OLE/s400/Betsey-6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd rather know someone imperfect perfectly than live in the illusion of love for someone that doesn't even exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8120879821860278454?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8120879821860278454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8120879821860278454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8120879821860278454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8120879821860278454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-love.html' title='In Love'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TDUW01sok4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eH3h7NQ3OLE/s72-c/Betsey-6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-7176792230995325793</id><published>2010-07-07T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:39:24.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creation'/><title type='text'>Lem...  xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TDUP7SeucOI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_UhssUQ-rcg/s1600/Betsey-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491312831895597282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TDUP7SeucOI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_UhssUQ-rcg/s400/Betsey-4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"For moral reasons... the world appears to me to be put together in such a painful way I prefer to believe it was not created... intentionally."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-7176792230995325793?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/7176792230995325793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=7176792230995325793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7176792230995325793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7176792230995325793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2010/07/lem-xd.html' title='Lem...  xD'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TDUP7SeucOI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_UhssUQ-rcg/s72-c/Betsey-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-6476103125116429267</id><published>2010-06-11T07:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T07:13:11.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English language  :)'/><title type='text'>On a lighter note...  :)</title><content type='html'>Let's face it --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is a crazy language.&lt;br /&gt;There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;&lt;br /&gt;neither apple nor pine in pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend, that you comb through annals of history but not a single annal? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?&lt;br /&gt;If teachers taught, why didn't preacher praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? If you wrote a letter, perhaps you bote your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? Park on driveways and drive on parkways? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and wise guy are opposites? How can overlook and oversee be opposites, while quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another.&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a strapful gown? Met asung hero or experienced requited love? Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, ruly or peccable? And where are all those people who ARE spring chickens or who would ACTUALLY hurt a fly?&lt;br /&gt;You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm clock goes off by going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn't a race at all). Thatis why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-6476103125116429267?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/6476103125116429267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=6476103125116429267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6476103125116429267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6476103125116429267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note...  :)'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-7561153840196624925</id><published>2010-06-10T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:46:58.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye'/><title type='text'>Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TBFeTZN6TtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xe0hZTXuU60/s1600/Pink-2+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481265908766363346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TBFeTZN6TtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xe0hZTXuU60/s400/Pink-2+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People share moments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bad, Good, Happy, Tough,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then they must part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;usually it's very rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some die on you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some never "grow" on you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they always leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some leave with grieve, some with deceive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a feeling of sadness...&lt;br /&gt;You remember all the time spent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You feel like something takes over you, madness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what did they really meant?&lt;br /&gt;Saying the words, "You Must Go On"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like you die but yet live on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's having the freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But nowhere to go, boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you let go of meaning?&lt;br /&gt;How can one ever STOP feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Where's the line in love?&lt;br /&gt;What's that you speak of?&lt;br /&gt;We shared the joy and shared the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of several forgotten years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as my heart recalls the joys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes recall the tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For although life is never perfect&lt;br /&gt;And things were not quite right&lt;br /&gt;It's better to love in silence&lt;br /&gt;Than not be missed at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In our Great plans of future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was a tiny flaw...&lt;br /&gt;You grew to know me as no other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And rejected what you saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rejection seems filled with uncertainty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Filled with incompetence and arrogance&lt;br /&gt;How can you take Today away from me, romance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you have given my heart Infinity?&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my profound words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will help someone, someday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I leave them here;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try to find my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world just seems so small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So distant and obscure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my purpose here?&lt;br /&gt;Became something so unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even far away, we were together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Young, we shared many tears...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have promised me forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You left me lonely to face the years!&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you what I've seen?&lt;br /&gt;Our unborn child in your eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've experienced your soul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've learned the feeling of the wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I take the quietness of a saddened heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When life's not understood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When things cannot be explaind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cry, I just wish they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you take my future too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what hurts me most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is the pain I feel, matters nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy it happened,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry it did not last...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is about choices..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You chose to be my Past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I wipe away my tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I give a big sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You took away, with you, my fears;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to say: Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-7561153840196624925?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/7561153840196624925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=7561153840196624925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7561153840196624925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7561153840196624925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2010/06/people-share-moments-bad-good-happy.html' title='Goodbye...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TBFeTZN6TtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xe0hZTXuU60/s72-c/Pink-2+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-4695397057152758488</id><published>2010-06-10T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:59:21.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Patrol Run Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/ZQbgihHWNGo/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQbgihHWNGo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQbgihHWNGo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Love This Song... *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-4695397057152758488?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/4695397057152758488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=4695397057152758488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4695397057152758488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4695397057152758488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2010/06/snow-patrol-run-lyrics.html' title='Snow Patrol Run Lyrics'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-4619179630490722408</id><published>2010-05-07T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:37:41.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='existence'/><title type='text'>Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/S-SH8WKASDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/e7SWzUNHX6U/s1600/broken_heart_emo-1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468645318344067122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/S-SH8WKASDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/e7SWzUNHX6U/s400/broken_heart_emo-1500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since young I knew you existed&lt;br /&gt;That someday we would finally meet…&lt;br /&gt;Little I knew, about it being this twisted&lt;br /&gt;And the story turning so bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;I was never blind by you&lt;br /&gt;Although, I was a dreamer…&lt;br /&gt;A dreamer of something anew,&lt;br /&gt;An Idea bigger than you and I;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t aim for the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I did dream much, much higher.&lt;br /&gt;And at one point I sat there&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for change…&lt;br /&gt;You did become very strange…&lt;br /&gt;And the person you were? Nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;I looked around, where was everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to be found, gone,&lt;br /&gt;Just like you, my friends became unknown&lt;br /&gt;And there I was, in a world all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to yell and cry&lt;br /&gt;So many times, it became too often&lt;br /&gt;3 years have passed by&lt;br /&gt;And my pain? It has never soften.&lt;br /&gt;I grew into this sarcastic bitch&lt;br /&gt;Ready for my story to go on…&lt;br /&gt;Open wounds, not even one stitch&lt;br /&gt;In this everlasting battle, nobody won.&lt;br /&gt;I did not just lose you to time…&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my heart, my life, my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I lost hope, myself: became a mime.&lt;br /&gt;I lost the chance to see my story unroll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-4619179630490722408?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/4619179630490722408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=4619179630490722408&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4619179630490722408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4619179630490722408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2010/05/story.html' title='Story...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/S-SH8WKASDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/e7SWzUNHX6U/s72-c/broken_heart_emo-1500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-2287495778617917001</id><published>2010-02-09T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:10:53.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PORTUGUESE RAP'/><title type='text'>Alguem se lembra disto? lol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/S3IjNmk5fYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Dj70G-diSoU/s1600-h/19145_1299115512168_1058797864_30950714_2890419_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436446416790191490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/S3IjNmk5fYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Dj70G-diSoU/s400/19145_1299115512168_1058797864_30950714_2890419_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CLICK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://star.walagata.com/w/mortescura/Nessy_AKA_BorBoLeTa.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://star.walagata.com/w/mortescura/Nessy_AKA_BorBoLeTa.mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-2287495778617917001?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/2287495778617917001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=2287495778617917001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2287495778617917001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2287495778617917001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2010/02/lol.html' title='Alguem se lembra disto? lol...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/S3IjNmk5fYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Dj70G-diSoU/s72-c/19145_1299115512168_1058797864_30950714_2890419_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8646823642471562452</id><published>2009-12-08T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:16:03.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...Anything else in my life.'/><title type='text'>(made me tear...)</title><content type='html'>It's the smile that finds me&lt;br /&gt;Anytime and anywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's the idea of hope&lt;br /&gt;Of knowing that that your here&lt;br /&gt;It's the breath that you take&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;It's the idea of love&lt;br /&gt;Hope without choice&lt;br /&gt;It's the beat that now skips&lt;br /&gt;The pause of my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's the suffer of longing&lt;br /&gt;closeness of apart&lt;br /&gt;It's the passion that burns&lt;br /&gt;The fire in eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's the telling of truth&lt;br /&gt;Receiving no lies&lt;br /&gt;It's the compromise known&lt;br /&gt;Viewed through a mirror&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1260327650_0"&gt;unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no false demeanor&lt;br /&gt;It's the feeling of home&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far&lt;br /&gt;It's the knowing your here&lt;br /&gt;Whereva you are&lt;br /&gt;It's the lessons untaught&lt;br /&gt;The willing to learn&lt;br /&gt;It's the falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Without fear of the burn&lt;br /&gt;It's the message that's read&lt;br /&gt;Before your lips part&lt;br /&gt;It's the breathing your name&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1260327650_1"&gt;stillness of heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's security felt from&lt;br /&gt;anywhere on earth&lt;br /&gt;It's the finding idea&lt;br /&gt;My mission since birth&lt;br /&gt;It's the knowing no limits&lt;br /&gt;To feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;It's to question life why&lt;br /&gt;Find reason to strive&lt;br /&gt;It's the finding of someone&lt;br /&gt;You can't even compare&lt;br /&gt;It's understanding my life&lt;br /&gt;With you I could share&lt;br /&gt;It's intelligence that's felt&lt;br /&gt;Your inside my head&lt;br /&gt;It's the thought of not using&lt;br /&gt;But sharing the bed&lt;br /&gt;It's like waking to a new life&lt;br /&gt;The old life as past&lt;br /&gt;It's the knowing "FOSHO"&lt;br /&gt;This one will last&lt;br /&gt;It's the feeling not felt&lt;br /&gt;The grandest of all&lt;br /&gt;It's the weakness of knees&lt;br /&gt;Being caught when we fall&lt;br /&gt;It's the bliss of fitting&lt;br /&gt;In a world of misfits&lt;br /&gt;It's the seeing your smile&lt;br /&gt;When you give me the shit's&lt;br /&gt;It's the word's that fall short&lt;br /&gt;A story untold&lt;br /&gt;It's the realizing I've found&lt;br /&gt;Someone to grow old&lt;br /&gt;It's imperfect perfection&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest gift is our spouse&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've never known&lt;br /&gt;anything else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8646823642471562452?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8646823642471562452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8646823642471562452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8646823642471562452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8646823642471562452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/known-anything-else.html' title='(made me tear...)'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8467890311804259479</id><published>2009-12-05T16:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:02:54.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hahahaha... funny shit'/><title type='text'>WATCH OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; color: black;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;Bums and Tramps&lt;br /&gt;Cross-eyed Mosquitos and&lt;br /&gt;Bow-Legged Ants&lt;br /&gt;I Come here Before You&lt;br /&gt;To Stand here Behind You&lt;br /&gt;And Tell You a Story&lt;br /&gt;I've Never even Heard&lt;br /&gt;Admission is Free&lt;br /&gt;So Pay at the Door&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty of Seats&lt;br /&gt;So Sit on the Floor&lt;br /&gt;This is a Lady's Meeting&lt;br /&gt;For Gentlemen Only&lt;br /&gt;And Now I will Tell&lt;br /&gt;You my Story;&lt;br /&gt;"One Bright Morning&lt;br /&gt;In the Middle of the Night&lt;br /&gt;Two Dead Boys got Up to Fight&lt;br /&gt;Back-to-Back they Faced Eachother&lt;br /&gt;Sword-to-Sword they Shot Eacother&lt;br /&gt;A Deaf Policeman&lt;br /&gt;Heard the Noise&lt;br /&gt;And Came to Kill&lt;br /&gt;The Two Dead Boys"&lt;br /&gt;If You Don't Believe&lt;br /&gt;My Story is True&lt;br /&gt;Ask the Blind Man&lt;br /&gt;On The Corner-&lt;br /&gt;He Saw it Too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8467890311804259479?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8467890311804259479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8467890311804259479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8467890311804259479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8467890311804259479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/watch-out.html' title='WATCH OUT!'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-1552126777619317993</id><published>2009-12-05T16:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:45:35.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Home...  &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/Sx8A_6cu3AI/AAAAAAAAAgg/r_yAahvr_Ow/s1600-h/d482.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/Sx8A_6cu3AI/AAAAAAAAAgg/r_yAahvr_Ow/s400/d482.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413046375144152066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;Your dream is your desire,&lt;br /&gt;Your desire is your sentiments,&lt;br /&gt;Your sentiment is your love,&lt;br /&gt;Your love is your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is your spouse,&lt;br /&gt;Your spouse is your future,&lt;br /&gt;Your future is your destiny,&lt;br /&gt;Your destiny is your ambition,&lt;br /&gt;Your ambition is your inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;Your inspiration is your motivation,&lt;br /&gt;Your motivation is your belief,&lt;br /&gt;Your belief is your peace,&lt;br /&gt;Your peace is your target,&lt;br /&gt;Your target is heaven...&lt;br /&gt;...heaven is your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-1552126777619317993?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/1552126777619317993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=1552126777619317993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1552126777619317993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1552126777619317993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-3.html' title='Home...  &lt;3'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/Sx8A_6cu3AI/AAAAAAAAAgg/r_yAahvr_Ow/s72-c/d482.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8540569245441931407</id><published>2009-12-05T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:56:35.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>True/False</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TBJARzRCCZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/P99K-S_gQ34/s1600/lips.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481514371026913682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TBJARzRCCZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/P99K-S_gQ34/s400/lips.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;True people are like diamonds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;They are dear and rear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;False people are like stones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;They are scattered everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm glad I'm true to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8540569245441931407?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8540569245441931407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8540569245441931407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8540569245441931407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8540569245441931407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/truefalse.html' title='True/False'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TBJARzRCCZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/P99K-S_gQ34/s72-c/lips.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-4543073491120263053</id><published>2009-12-05T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:54:37.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Our World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/Sxrysmp1AwI/AAAAAAAAAgY/SeUlxVZ1vx8/s1600-h/heartstitched-tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/Sxrysmp1AwI/AAAAAAAAAgY/SeUlxVZ1vx8/s400/heartstitched-tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411904750343226114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;A special world for you and me&lt;br /&gt;A special bond one cannot see&lt;br /&gt;It wraps us up in its cocoon&lt;br /&gt;And holds us fiercely in its womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it hurts to fit us there...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish you were elsewhere..&lt;br /&gt;But then you feel that warm strong feeling&lt;br /&gt;And not even doubt, will shake its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fingers spread like fine spun gold&lt;br /&gt;Gently nestling us to the fold&lt;br /&gt;Like silken thread it holds us fast&lt;br /&gt;Bonds like this are meant to always last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though at times a thread may break&lt;br /&gt;A new one forms in its wake&lt;br /&gt;To bind us closer and keep us strong&lt;br /&gt;In a special world, where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-4543073491120263053?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/4543073491120263053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=4543073491120263053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4543073491120263053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4543073491120263053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-world.html' title='Our World'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/Sxrysmp1AwI/AAAAAAAAAgY/SeUlxVZ1vx8/s72-c/heartstitched-tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-4610101389405220670</id><published>2009-12-05T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:11:16.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>=\</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TVIFohLVwII/AAAAAAAAAiY/FRgk3-C4rSk/s1600/100905-211501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571521882669564034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TVIFohLVwII/AAAAAAAAAiY/FRgk3-C4rSk/s400/100905-211501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;I sit here thinking of what to write,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;Thinking of something nice to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;... just to pretend I am alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;Unfortunately, it has been another sad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;Aspirin won't help because it's not my head.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was, that would be an easy fix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;However, it's my heart instead&lt;br /&gt;and you can't fix, what you miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;I miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;Waking up to the feeling of whats next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;I miss home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;Maybe being far away was just a test.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could of learned there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wish I never went anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-4610101389405220670?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/4610101389405220670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=4610101389405220670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4610101389405220670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4610101389405220670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='=\'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/TVIFohLVwII/AAAAAAAAAiY/FRgk3-C4rSk/s72-c/100905-211501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8197657270139742296</id><published>2009-12-05T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:39:43.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting questions...'/><title type='text'>*thinking*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Would a fly without wings be called a walk?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why do they put Braille on the drive-through bank machines?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How do they get the deer to cross at that yellow road sign?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What was the best thing before sliced bread?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest drown too?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why is there an expiration date on sour cream?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whose cruel idea was it for the word “Lisp” to have a “S” in it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why are hemorrhoids called “hemorrhoids” instead of “asteroids”?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why do people who know the least know it the loudest?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How do blind people know when they are done wiping?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Could it be that all those trick-or-treaters wearing sheets aren’t going as ghosts but as mattresses?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If a mute swears, does his mother wash his hands with soap?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is there another word for synonym?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Isn’t it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do practice?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If the “black box” flight recorder is never damaged during a plane crash, why isn’t the whole airplane made out of that stuff?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8197657270139742296?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8197657270139742296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8197657270139742296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8197657270139742296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8197657270139742296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/thinking.html' title='*thinking*'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-2498085420208037571</id><published>2009-12-05T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:36:41.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someones quote...'/><title type='text'>Asneiras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SxruSH9YyiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/MVuBtR603U8/s1600-h/8830_1219516802250_1058797864_30713388_7716320_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SxruSH9YyiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/MVuBtR603U8/s400/8830_1219516802250_1058797864_30713388_7716320_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411899897380653602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Não faças asneiras só porque és infeliz. ~ GB&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-2498085420208037571?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/2498085420208037571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=2498085420208037571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2498085420208037571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2498085420208037571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/asneiras.html' title='Asneiras...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SxruSH9YyiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/MVuBtR603U8/s72-c/8830_1219516802250_1058797864_30713388_7716320_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-2890894770674361251</id><published>2009-12-05T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:28:02.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Female VS Male'/><title type='text'>He said... She Said...  LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; color: black;"&gt;He said.. I don't know why you wear a bra; you've got nothing to   put in it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She said..You wear briefs, don't you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He said.. Do you love me just because my father left me a fortune?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She said.. Not at all honey, I would love you no matter who left you the   money.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She said.. What do you mean by coming home half drunk?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He said.. It's not my fault.. I ran out of money.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He said.. Since I first laid eyes on you, I've wanted to make love to you in   the worst way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She said.. Well, you succeeded.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He said.. What have you been doing with all the grocery money I gave you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She said.. Turn sideways and look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He said.. Let's go out and have some fun tonight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She said.. Okay, but if you get home before I do, leave the hallway light on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He said.. Why don't you tell me when you have an orgasm?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She said.. I would, but you're never there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He said.. Shall we try a different position tonight?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She said.. That's a good idea, you stand by the ironing board while I sit on   the sofa and fart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-2890894770674361251?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/2890894770674361251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=2890894770674361251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2890894770674361251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2890894770674361251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-said-she-said-lol.html' title='He said... She Said...  LOL'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-5167385333475202508</id><published>2009-12-05T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:26:22.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Female Funny comebacks'/><title type='text'>Female Comebacks:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; color: black;"&gt;Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Is this seat empty?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Your place or mine?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So, what do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I'm a female inpersonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Do not enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Unferrtilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Your body is like a temple.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: But would you stay there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-5167385333475202508?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/5167385333475202508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=5167385333475202508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5167385333475202508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5167385333475202508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/female-comebacks.html' title='Female Comebacks:'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8816596474569777866</id><published>2009-12-05T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:21:30.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs and men common sense'/><title type='text'>Comparing Men to Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; color: black;"&gt;How Dogs and Men Are the Same:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  1. Both take up too much space on the bed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  2. Both have irrational fears about vacuum cleaning&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  3. Both mark their territory&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  4. Neither tells you what's bothering them&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  5. The smaller ones tend to be more nervous&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  6. Both have an inordinate fascination with women's crotches&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  7. Neither does any dishes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  8. Both fart shamelessly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  9. Neither of them notice when you get your hair cut&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  10. Both like dominance games&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  11. Both are suspicious of the postman&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  12. Neither understands what you see in cats&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  How Dogs Are Better Than Men:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  1. Dogs do not have problems expressing affection in public&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  2. Dogs miss you when you're gone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  3. Dogs feel guilty when they've done something wrong&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  4. Dogs admit when they're jealous&lt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  5. Dogs are very direct about wanting to go out&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  6. Dogs do not play games with you, except fetch (and they never laugh at how   you throw.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  7. You can train a dog&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  8. Dogs are easy to buy for&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  9. The worst social disease you can get from dogs is fleas. (OK, really, the   worst disease you can get from them is rabies, but there's a vaccine for it   and you can kill the one that gives it to you).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  10. Dogs understand what "no" means.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  11. Dogs mean it when they kiss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8816596474569777866?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8816596474569777866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8816596474569777866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8816596474569777866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8816596474569777866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/comparing-men-to-dogs.html' title='Comparing Men to Dogs'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-905056882848492632</id><published>2009-12-05T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:50:34.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Changing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SxrjbjNWx2I/AAAAAAAAAgI/GYy7nLUMYYg/s1600-h/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SxrjbjNWx2I/AAAAAAAAAgI/GYy7nLUMYYg/s400/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411887964686305122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have to change yourself so someone loves you... it's not worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-905056882848492632?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/905056882848492632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=905056882848492632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/905056882848492632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/905056882848492632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/changing.html' title='Changing...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SxrjbjNWx2I/AAAAAAAAAgI/GYy7nLUMYYg/s72-c/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8732899729204475446</id><published>2009-12-05T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:43:57.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let it be'/><title type='text'>Agony...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SxriH9A1b8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/Kw1i9Y5X6g0/s1600-h/asshole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SxriH9A1b8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/Kw1i9Y5X6g0/s400/asshole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411886528504098754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Agony,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let go of me... As I already suffer slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way it's got to be? Don't bury me.&lt;br /&gt;Faceless enemy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within someone, buried somewhere unreachable, there's always a burden.&lt;br /&gt;A heavy cross to bear, even if for something unattainable...&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, it's where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diving in an abyss of deprivation of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing matters but a friendly face, caring hand, lovely smile...&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, somewhere not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to feel agony than not feeling...&lt;br /&gt;But it takes your hand and walks you to nothing, like a friendly individual.&lt;br /&gt;And when you wake, you realize, that with or without it, you've only got yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8732899729204475446?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8732899729204475446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8732899729204475446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8732899729204475446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8732899729204475446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/12/agony.html' title='Agony...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SxriH9A1b8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/Kw1i9Y5X6g0/s72-c/asshole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-7233486939388407408</id><published>2009-11-24T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:36:55.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Striggsssssss'/><title type='text'>YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;l don't believe in a honest politician...&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in any electrician;&lt;br /&gt;Now, l don't believe in a cold rainy day&lt;br /&gt;l don't believe in a normal world...&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe we should be stuck on yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in everything that has been told.&lt;br /&gt;Now, l don't believe in aliens...&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe all men are villains...&lt;br /&gt;l don't believe in dragons burning out the land&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe all beaches have to have sand...&lt;br /&gt;l don't believe in the ghosts that want to haunt our past&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that all good things end or last...&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in your doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe true love ever breaks out.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in your lost&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe everything has a cost.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in your curse&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe life should be a rehearse.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in lots of people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ngeful, hateful, blameful...&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in some ideas, thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;I don't like onslaughts, gun shots, potshots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't believe in lots of things:&lt;br /&gt;I don't like bearings, moldings, beatings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something I believe in&lt;br /&gt;That I feel certain from within...&lt;br /&gt;I know this something is true,&lt;br /&gt;And this something is: YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-7233486939388407408?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/7233486939388407408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=7233486939388407408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7233486939388407408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7233486939388407408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/11/you.html' title='YOU'/><author><name>LochNess Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03697133940871869813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pX2sJx2qwIM/SJeECPEh7AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMhlkzBHRV0/S220/222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-6985940514428751253</id><published>2009-08-29T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:58:42.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHICKS ANTHEM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Girls ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip flops...&lt;br /&gt;bellytops...&lt;br /&gt;lemonade in the shade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue skies...&lt;br /&gt;hot guys...&lt;br /&gt;late nights water fights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams...&lt;br /&gt;party time, lookin fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepin' in&lt;br /&gt;sneaking out...&lt;br /&gt;that's what girls are about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(LoL, written when I was 14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&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/2863264500142778208-6985940514428751253?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/6985940514428751253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=6985940514428751253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6985940514428751253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6985940514428751253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/08/girls.html' title='Girls ...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-5669857044901977034</id><published>2009-08-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:38:46.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHICKS ANTHEM'/><title type='text'>Girls only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip flops... bellytops... lemonade in the shade... blue skies... hot guys... late nights water fights... ice cream... sweet dreams... party time lookin fine... sleepin' in sneaking out... that's what "gurls" are about!&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/2863264500142778208-5669857044901977034?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/5669857044901977034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=5669857044901977034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5669857044901977034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5669857044901977034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/08/girls-only.html' title='Girls only'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-1631702492313903327</id><published>2009-08-29T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:32:23.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outrora'/><title type='text'>sombra~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Por um mero segundo&lt;br /&gt;Consigo sorrir!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por olhar o MEU mundo&lt;br /&gt;E ver, O quanto o estou a destruir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACho piada; de tao triste... TAO degradante...&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos penso nisto&lt;br /&gt;Abro os olhos, vejo isto...&lt;br /&gt;Eh relativamente desesperante  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouco pessoas a dizer:&lt;br /&gt;"Tens de ficar melhor"&lt;br /&gt;Como se sentissem a minha dor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se calhar nem querem saber!&lt;br /&gt;Estou assim, agora,&lt;br /&gt;Porque SOU, a SOMBRA, do que fora outrora.&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/2863264500142778208-1631702492313903327?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/1631702492313903327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=1631702492313903327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1631702492313903327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1631702492313903327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/08/sombra.html' title='sombra~'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-1778672773444096794</id><published>2009-08-29T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:31:33.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>wait is a waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sitting here I wait...&lt;br /&gt;For you... Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to be seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn my head up, and I look&lt;br /&gt;Upon the sky so high&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't die&lt;br /&gt;Over something You took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still breath&lt;br /&gt;But my heart ain't here&lt;br /&gt;Did you hide it, (teehee)?&lt;br /&gt;I can't find it anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it there between your hands&lt;br /&gt;That my heart stands?&lt;br /&gt;You're keeping it as a tool?!!?&lt;br /&gt;What am I? Some sort type of fool!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions bug my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 'cause I found something you didnt find :)&lt;br /&gt;I feel it within my heart&lt;br /&gt;And i guess, thats how things start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sitting here I wait...&lt;br /&gt;I wish it all doesnt go to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-1778672773444096794?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/1778672773444096794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=1778672773444096794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1778672773444096794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1778672773444096794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/08/wait-is-waste.html' title='wait is a waste'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8204970241969699326</id><published>2009-08-29T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:30:32.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ausente'/><title type='text'>Ausente?</title><content type='html'>Porque te calas?&lt;br /&gt;Ficas assim, ausente?&lt;br /&gt;Porque nao me chamas?&lt;br /&gt;Se dizes sentir o que quem ama sente!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque estamos nesta situacao?&lt;br /&gt;Porque nao me agarras ou me deixas da mao?!&lt;br /&gt;Porque sinto que ja nao existe?!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso ando neste estado, triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque faz eco, a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;nesta minha mente entristecida?&lt;br /&gt;Se nao queres que esta seja por mim ouvida?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou eu? Onde estas tu? Nos?&lt;br /&gt;Como es capaz de deixar o tempo passar?&lt;br /&gt;Se sabes, que so a mim vais amar!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8204970241969699326?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8204970241969699326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8204970241969699326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8204970241969699326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8204970241969699326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/08/ausente.html' title='Ausente?'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-5989861083806578499</id><published>2009-08-29T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:29:10.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meeting..'/><title type='text'>Meet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;When dawn's first light turned into day,&lt;br /&gt;who knew an angel would soon call me away.&lt;br /&gt;And though i didnt get the chance to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;i leave you three things to help you get by.&lt;br /&gt;I leave you &lt;strong&gt;Courage&lt;/strong&gt;, that you might see&lt;br /&gt;your heart can rebuild a world without me.&lt;br /&gt;I leave you &lt;strong&gt;faith,&lt;/strong&gt; that you might believe&lt;br /&gt;the spirit will survive no matter how much we grieve.&lt;br /&gt;And i leave you &lt;strong&gt;Love,&lt;/strong&gt; to comfort you in its healing embrace&lt;br /&gt; until we meet again in another place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-5989861083806578499?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/5989861083806578499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=5989861083806578499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5989861083806578499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5989861083806578499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-again.html' title='Meet again'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-3883744045763839619</id><published>2009-08-29T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:26:08.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sem sono'/><title type='text'>Sem sono</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quando em vez, cansada...&lt;br /&gt;Sem vontade de fazer nada&lt;br /&gt;ah! Sempre vou trabalhando!!&lt;br /&gt;Eficacia? So de vez em quando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notam e evidenciam que mudei&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que ando TRISTE,&lt;br /&gt;Era assim?... - Ja nem sei -&lt;br /&gt;... desde a ultima vez que me viste?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saude nao ajuda&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida nao muda;&lt;br /&gt;E eu fico neste embarasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem forca, p'ra dar um passo.&lt;br /&gt;Fico com esta sensacao de abandono,&lt;br /&gt;Que por conseguinte, Sem Sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-3883744045763839619?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/3883744045763839619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=3883744045763839619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3883744045763839619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3883744045763839619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/08/sem-sono.html' title='Sem sono'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-4604684238523089157</id><published>2009-08-29T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:25:24.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vens por bem?'/><title type='text'>por bem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:130%;color:#ff99cc;"   &gt;Ha pessoas que vem por bem... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha pessoas de quem, nunca vamos precisar na vida!?&lt;br /&gt;Outras, precisamos e nao admitimos...&lt;br /&gt;Ha quem, precise de nos e nao sabemos...&lt;br /&gt;Ha quem siga as nossas pegadas, sem saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha quem nos admira, sem confessar.&lt;br /&gt;Quem nos sorri, para que notemos que existem...&lt;br /&gt;E ha quem chore, pla mesma razao.&lt;br /&gt;Tambem existe, quem nos queira bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igualmente, quem nos queira mal.&lt;br /&gt;Sera que ha quem nos odeie?&lt;br /&gt;Que nos ame incondicionalmente?&lt;br /&gt;Alguem que morre por nos!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguem que mate por nos?&lt;br /&gt;Sera que vale a pena?&lt;br /&gt;Sera que quem morra por nos...&lt;br /&gt;... nao eh apenas uma daquelas pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... que nunca vamos precisar na vida?!&lt;br /&gt;Sera que existe quem nos defenda sem sabermos?&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais facil eh existir alguem que nos atraicoe...&lt;br /&gt;... Sem Sabermos. Quem sabe, ate sabemos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que nos serve? Tudo o que fazemos em funcao d'outros?&lt;br /&gt;Se eles tem a sua vida?&lt;br /&gt;Como temos a nossa?!&lt;br /&gt;Porque nao se esforcam eles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguem vive em minha funcao!?&lt;br /&gt;Ou vivem?! Vive? Viveram? Viveu!?&lt;br /&gt;Respeito? #1 na tabela dos principios?!&lt;br /&gt;E solidariedade? Isto eh uma piada?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem es? Porque les isto?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estas? Onde vais?&lt;br /&gt;Como me conheces? Porque continuas nisto?&lt;br /&gt;Fechas a porta sempre que sais?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es seguro/a? Es crianca?&lt;br /&gt;Es adulto/a? Es apaixonado/a?&lt;br /&gt;Es imaturo/a? Precipitado/a?&lt;br /&gt;Es o que? E porque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem es? Porque les isto?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estas? Onde vais?&lt;br /&gt;Como me conheces? Se me conheces?!?&lt;br /&gt;Vens por bem?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-4604684238523089157?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/4604684238523089157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=4604684238523089157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4604684238523089157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4604684238523089157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-bem.html' title='por bem?'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-1906217540313761398</id><published>2009-08-29T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:21:59.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perdida'/><title type='text'>Sumida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;A pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Em algo que me aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, (uma noite e outro dia)...&lt;br /&gt;Como é de louvar isto que por ti sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Acredita meu amor, pois nao te minto!!&lt;br /&gt;Olho p'ra ti e vejo alguem em quem posso contar..&lt;br /&gt;Que apesar de tudo... me sabe amar;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que sou...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo onde estou...&lt;br /&gt;A noite esvai-se, como o vento...&lt;br /&gt;Vejo entao os primeiros raios de luz...&lt;br /&gt;Como tudo se evapora, mas nao este sentimento..&lt;br /&gt;Algo em ti, eternamente me seduz!&lt;br /&gt;As vezes refugio-me nesta solidao..&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo que nao queira, invade meu coracao.&lt;br /&gt;Es tu, es tu... distante...&lt;br /&gt;So queria poder ser, algo teu! Amante...&lt;br /&gt;Os dedos comecam a ficar pesados...&lt;br /&gt;As palpebras adormentadas...&lt;br /&gt;o sorriso escassado...&lt;br /&gt;De dias mal passados...&lt;br /&gt;De noites mal dormidas...&lt;br /&gt;De um amor ilimitado!&lt;br /&gt;Olho no ecra e vejo isto... nada.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua falta... amedrontada!&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que eventualmente te posso perder...&lt;br /&gt;Nao me faz esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;So me faz querer...&lt;br /&gt;te TER!&lt;br /&gt;Colado no meu corpo, amargo...&lt;br /&gt;Carrego esta dor, este fardo...&lt;br /&gt;De nao te poder tocar...&lt;br /&gt;Te querer tanto te beijar...&lt;br /&gt;Penso entao que quase te conheco...&lt;br /&gt;e entretanto peco...&lt;br /&gt;que me deixes terminar...&lt;br /&gt;Algo q cheguei a comecar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Levar-me-a uma eternidade&lt;br /&gt;desde que seja a teu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Sera tudo mais facil de suportar!&lt;br /&gt;Esta nossa cumplicidade&lt;br /&gt;Fico feliz por um dia te ter amado...&lt;br /&gt;E que assim possa continuar.&lt;br /&gt;Um adeus diria entao...&lt;br /&gt;Para ditar aqui uma despedida...&lt;br /&gt;Mas e melhor nao..&lt;br /&gt;Senao ainda me das como sumida. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-1906217540313761398?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/1906217540313761398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=1906217540313761398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1906217540313761398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1906217540313761398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/08/sumida.html' title='Sumida'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-7743585180471972785</id><published>2009-08-29T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:19:12.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><title type='text'>Grandpa ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SplxEB-q7ZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/mFbRTcBSJJk/s1600-h/triste_8th_of_november.bmp.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SplxEB-q7ZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/mFbRTcBSJJk/s400/triste_8th_of_november.bmp.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375451944308108690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were so full of life,&lt;br /&gt;Always smiling and carefree,&lt;br /&gt;Life loved you being a part of it,&lt;br /&gt;And I loved you being a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could make anyone laugh,&lt;br /&gt;If they were having a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how sad I was,&lt;br /&gt;You could take the hurt away.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could every stop you,&lt;br /&gt;Or even make you fall,&lt;br /&gt;You were ready to take on the world,&lt;br /&gt;Ready to do it all.&lt;br /&gt;But God decided he needed you,&lt;br /&gt;So from this world you left,&lt;br /&gt;But you took a piece of all of us,&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are what you kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seat is now empty,&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard not to see your face,&lt;br /&gt;But please always know this,&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever take your place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left without a warning,&lt;br /&gt;Not even saying good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to stop,&lt;br /&gt;Asking the question why?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever be the same,&lt;br /&gt;The halls are empty without your laughter,&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're in Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Watching over us and looking after.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see this coming,&lt;br /&gt;It hit me by surprise,&lt;br /&gt;And when you left this world,&lt;br /&gt;A small part of me died.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile could brighten anyone's day,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they were going through,&lt;br /&gt;And I know everyday for the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-7743585180471972785?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/7743585180471972785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=7743585180471972785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7743585180471972785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7743585180471972785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandpa.html' title='Grandpa ~'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SplxEB-q7ZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/mFbRTcBSJJk/s72-c/triste_8th_of_november.bmp.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-6856185220171719675</id><published>2009-05-23T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:29:32.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pandemic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endemic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epidemic and outbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRIVIA'/><title type='text'>Differences between Outbreak, Epidemic, Pandemic and Endemic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 12pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;An epidemic is a disease that affects many people at the same time, such as the flu.&lt;br /&gt;The US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention's official definition of epidemic is: 'The occurrence of more cases of disease than expected in a given area or among a specific group of people over a particular period of time'.&lt;br /&gt;A pandemic is a very extensive epidemic, like a plague, that is prevalent in a country, continent, or the world.&lt;br /&gt;There is also the word &lt;i&gt;endemic&lt;/i&gt;, which is a disease native to a people or region, which is regularly or constantly found among a people or specific region.&lt;br /&gt;The term outbreak describes the sudden rise in the incidence of a disease, especially a harmful one. An outbreak is characterized by a disease's bypassing of measures to control it.&lt;br /&gt;Often, the difference between these terms is determined by the percentage of deaths caused by the disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-6856185220171719675?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/6856185220171719675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=6856185220171719675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6856185220171719675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6856185220171719675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/05/differences-between-outbreak-epidemic.html' title='Differences between Outbreak, Epidemic, Pandemic and Endemic...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8974936358887960304</id><published>2009-05-23T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:23:06.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live for something more than mere fear...'/><title type='text'>How are you living?</title><content type='html'>I haven’t felt like this in awhile. Lost.    &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;It seems everywhere I go everything around me falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to question myself? If somehow or somewhat I have an effect in it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People play with each other’s feelings, dragging people that have nothing to do with anything into it… all for control? Power?&lt;br /&gt;But what power really? What power do we have? And over what?&lt;br /&gt;If by chance we’re here… what’s there to obtain but a life to be lived? If not by chance we have something that controls all of it, us being the puppets of some freak show!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;The question remains, what power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes from Religion to Work; covering Gov., relationships, et cetera et cetera… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Religion was created to control the mass.&lt;br /&gt;If GOD is perfect and we’re his creation, we Ought to be perfect and we’re not.&lt;br /&gt;If GOD is good why would he allow one of his own to rot in hell?&lt;br /&gt;How old are stars? And in the bible how old do they say the Universe is? (not to mention that the Bible says Universe when the chance is that there’s INFINITE UniverseS!)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;People are oblivious to the truth because they are afraid of running out of hope. But there’s so much to hope for than lies and make-beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone was smart enough.. We’d be driving around in the universe right now, sleeping in Jupiter, running on the moon. But they tend to spend all the money in weapons to kill one another… humanity is INSANE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;We kill our own kind like irrational animals… It’s egregious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly people try do dry you out. Suck the energy out of you, your life! Sometimes for jealousy, sometimes for power others times for mere vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;People can tell you and DO lots of things. People can take away your “freedom”, your liberty of speech but they cannot kill an idea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;And those, I will never run out of.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;I am alive and I won’t die, ever. I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World, look out! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8974936358887960304?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8974936358887960304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8974936358887960304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8974936358887960304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8974936358887960304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-are-you-living.html' title='How are you living?'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-6511190495259080099</id><published>2009-05-23T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:18:33.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>Just dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:webdings;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Beyond the realm of dreams&lt;br /&gt;when bounds of logic stretch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Beyond conscious belief;&lt;br /&gt;To a place not so far from known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When even within dreams&lt;br /&gt;The possibility of touch is far…&lt;br /&gt;Far from the realm of reality,&lt;br /&gt;What more is there but to dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the realm of dreams…&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hold you when I wake&lt;br /&gt;The way that I hold you&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:webdings;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Within the realm of dreams…&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could share&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings that tear me up,&lt;br /&gt;All I have to bare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:webdings;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Beyond the realm of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Where distance in time and space&lt;br /&gt;And obligation are impossible&lt;br /&gt;To overcome…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So you’d understand&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness locked deep within;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just hold your hand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the realm of dreams…&lt;br /&gt;What more then is there&lt;br /&gt;But to dream,&lt;br /&gt;The dream of sleeping;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the dreams of the awaken&lt;br /&gt;Often don’t come true.&lt;br /&gt;Unless the realm of the dream&lt;br /&gt;Is as you’ve been dreaming it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who then can predict,&lt;br /&gt;prompt or dismiss a dream?&lt;br /&gt;To awaken with a sad heart,&lt;br /&gt;and a longing within your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was somewhere&lt;br /&gt;A place where loners could dare;&lt;br /&gt;Like the realm of the dream…&lt;br /&gt;Or the realm of the seem…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:webdings;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As for it seems sometimes it is&lt;br /&gt;And seems are frequent untrue…&lt;br /&gt;I ask this question everyday…&lt;br /&gt;Really… Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:webdings;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who can foretell or prompt&lt;br /&gt;Or dismiss the slumbering thoughts&lt;br /&gt;That come at night;&lt;br /&gt;(Burst in like a storm)&lt;br /&gt;That bring sighs of longing&lt;br /&gt;Upon awakening,&lt;br /&gt;Of the tears that form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ... beyond the realm of dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-6511190495259080099?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/6511190495259080099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=6511190495259080099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6511190495259080099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6511190495259080099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-dream.html' title='Just dream...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-1532824189075383181</id><published>2009-05-23T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:45:15.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juliana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I do. Love'/><title type='text'>Written by Juliana to me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/ShhRiNfb4XI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wFTEhJu18s0/s1600-h/Me+and+juju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/ShhRiNfb4XI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wFTEhJu18s0/s400/Me+and+juju.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339107006426636658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(wish I could keep certain moments forever... walk with me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"You know theres this angel right?&lt;br /&gt;And this angel is ALWAYS there for me!&lt;br /&gt;So one day I was crying...&lt;br /&gt;and the angel comforted me, made&lt;br /&gt;me smile and said: "when your sad, I'm sad;&lt;br /&gt;when you do something stupid I'll be there to&lt;br /&gt;make it look smart; And when you miss me don't cry&lt;br /&gt;look down and a little too the left cus I'm never any&lt;br /&gt;further then the corner of you heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and you know what's funny? That angel is you ♥&lt;br /&gt;Tia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No mtter what happens or no matter&lt;br /&gt;what I do or who comes into my life,&lt;br /&gt;You will always be the one I look to&lt;br /&gt;because your the reason I smile... and when I talked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to you on the phone I held in my tears&lt;br /&gt;because I cant stand to see you cry&lt;br /&gt;and when people say your not coming here&lt;br /&gt;I turn around close my eyes and say: "She's already here&lt;br /&gt;...In the corner of my heart, shes my shadow watching over me and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that wind that makes a breeze and that sun that makes me worm&lt;br /&gt;she everything to me", but&lt;br /&gt;no one seem to understand but me&lt;br /&gt;that theres always a missing piece to my life&lt;br /&gt;and... other people try to fill it in but it doesn't fix as perfect as your piece..&lt;br /&gt;♥  I  LOVE YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/ShhRmsYtKxI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YcPgB3M3QyU/s1600-h/me+and+juju+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/ShhRmsYtKxI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YcPgB3M3QyU/s400/me+and+juju+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339107083439385362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; [Just this alone is worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;I love my niece, she's my little girl and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the kind words baby girl... you mean the world to me!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-1532824189075383181?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/1532824189075383181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=1532824189075383181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1532824189075383181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1532824189075383181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/05/written-by-juliana-to-me.html' title='Written by Juliana to me:'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/ShhRiNfb4XI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wFTEhJu18s0/s72-c/Me+and+juju.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-2156776133972109271</id><published>2009-03-01T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:37:11.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wont be back EVER'/><title type='text'>I will NOT be back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got here feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;But Ill leave here feeling worse...&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could talk to him, be the first;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he is about done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;At least, I know he loved me his own way&lt;br /&gt;Even with me running away.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure my departure will be pretty bad&lt;br /&gt;Since he is already so freaking sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks upside down&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a constantly frown.&lt;br /&gt;They are all so hurt, all so lost&lt;br /&gt;They will try to be happy at your cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will make you feel mad...&lt;br /&gt;They will make you wish what you had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These people here all look so degrading,&lt;br /&gt;My love and my hope for all them is fading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;No nanny, no grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;No dad, no mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont want to tear, I dont want to pry...&lt;br /&gt;But my dad for me, he will never die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;I look in his eyes, he is oh so sad,&lt;br /&gt;No wonder why he was always so mad.&lt;br /&gt;Do I see in him what he sees in me?&lt;br /&gt;´cause emptyness in him, is all I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I know what he felt then!&lt;br /&gt;My heart just asks, when did start, when? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When did he lose his willing to give?&lt;br /&gt;When did he lose his willing to live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;I question alot...&lt;br /&gt;And thats how I preserve everything Ive got.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if mom is now so cold&lt;br /&gt;Over everything she has been told?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;Did her love for him fade?&lt;br /&gt;She forgive him from what he has done and said?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it was him that took her kindness...&lt;br /&gt;When she got rid of her love blindness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;She now sees him clear&lt;br /&gt;She speaks 2 him with no fear.&lt;br /&gt;Ive forgiven what he has done already,&lt;br /&gt;Bring a new beginning, I am ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;I leave this time with no regret&lt;br /&gt;I have my mind and heart all set.&lt;br /&gt;I cant stay here or I will vanish..&lt;br /&gt; Since with no heart a person will perish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;Enough hurt, Enough tears&lt;br /&gt;Enough madness, enough fears.&lt;br /&gt;I leave with a smile...&lt;br /&gt;Because I will not be back for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-2156776133972109271?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/2156776133972109271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=2156776133972109271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2156776133972109271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2156776133972109271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-will-not-be-back.html' title='I will NOT be back...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-662604194562747157</id><published>2009-03-01T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:23:43.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incerto...'/><title type='text'>Como consegues?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SatDBL7SrlI/AAAAAAAAAfY/2p3OzlkhtEc/s1600-h/brain+cells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308410273446669906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SatDBL7SrlI/AAAAAAAAAfY/2p3OzlkhtEc/s400/brain+cells.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Como consegues andar pelos cantos da casa onde o meu cheiro ainda reside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Como consegues deitar-te na cama que um dia me seguraste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Comer o que um dia me deste na boca?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cozinhar o que um dia me cozinhaste com todo o jeito e carinho do mundo!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Como consegues estar tão perto e fazer sentir-te tão longe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não consegues vir até mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como consegues entregar a outra, hoje, aquilo que sempre foi meu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-662604194562747157?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/662604194562747157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=662604194562747157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/662604194562747157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/662604194562747157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-consegues.html' title='Como consegues?'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SatDBL7SrlI/AAAAAAAAAfY/2p3OzlkhtEc/s72-c/brain+cells.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-1243671835337605552</id><published>2009-03-01T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:41:57.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voltar'/><title type='text'>Terceira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu hoje sei porque não voltei aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Porque cá não vivo.&lt;br /&gt;~~*~~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;Saí para não ser como quem tanto critiquei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voltar? Seria ver quem criticou comigo tornar-se, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que em tempos, tanto repugnou.&lt;br /&gt;~~*~~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;Voltar? Seria perder, o único sentimento que me cá fez vir, a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Um dos sentimentos que me faz girar, viver; mover...&lt;br /&gt;~~*~~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;Voltar? Foi reviver um conjunto de emoções e recordações; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Algumas más demais outras boas demais, para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~~*~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voltar?... bem, voltar foi quebrar o meu coração de um modo irreversível. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi ter de deixar um pouco de mim aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~~*~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E não vivo cá... porque não consigo.&lt;br /&gt;Não sem ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-1243671835337605552?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/1243671835337605552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=1243671835337605552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1243671835337605552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1243671835337605552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/03/terceira.html' title='Terceira'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8670798725562945668</id><published>2009-03-01T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:37:18.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu sei'/><title type='text'>Hoje, Eu Sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/Sas37J43S5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/hbvTCqGZlSY/s1600-h/hugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308398075192494994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/Sas37J43S5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/hbvTCqGZlSY/s400/hugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje vejo no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O reflexo de tudo o que sempre sonhei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje vejo no teu amar,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca me enganei.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vejo no teu sorrir&lt;br /&gt;O que sempre desejei.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vejo no teu toque,&lt;br /&gt;A quietude que sempre terei.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vejo na tua expressão&lt;br /&gt;O que sempre amei.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vejo em ti:&lt;br /&gt;Algo que nunca esquecerei.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-me a mim...&lt;br /&gt;Isso, Eu Sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8670798725562945668?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8670798725562945668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8670798725562945668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8670798725562945668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8670798725562945668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-eu-sei.html' title='Hoje, Eu Sei...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/Sas37J43S5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/hbvTCqGZlSY/s72-c/hugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-2536531140116326205</id><published>2009-03-01T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:15:59.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhos'/><title type='text'>Ah pois..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SaszKZ-3EVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/IOhKfDXzwPo/s1600-h/eye+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308392839652512082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SaszKZ-3EVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/IOhKfDXzwPo/s400/eye+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há pessoas que são prova; que nem sempre quem tem olhos, vê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-2536531140116326205?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/2536531140116326205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=2536531140116326205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2536531140116326205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2536531140116326205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-pois.html' title='Ah pois..'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SaszKZ-3EVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/IOhKfDXzwPo/s72-c/eye+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-2940977306747974489</id><published>2009-02-27T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:35:52.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universos Paralelos'/><title type='text'>~ Recognize...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SaiGR1jjWhI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5i2A-pTUFO4/s1600-h/lol+jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307639801848224274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SaiGR1jjWhI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5i2A-pTUFO4/s400/lol+jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you...&lt;br /&gt;You mean the Universes to me!&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever replace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; compare or destroy what we have...&lt;br /&gt;Past, Present or Future.&lt;br /&gt;You are mine as I am yours,&lt;br /&gt;Because we always were.&lt;br /&gt;And that is Grand, Timeless therefore,&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;Words would always fall short.&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy we found one another after 20 years apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-2940977306747974489?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/2940977306747974489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=2940977306747974489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2940977306747974489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2940977306747974489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/02/recognize.html' title='~ Recognize...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SaiGR1jjWhI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5i2A-pTUFO4/s72-c/lol+jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-4410738686675734928</id><published>2009-02-27T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:29:08.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love bleeds'/><title type='text'>Like Ive never known anything else...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SaiFBZMxszI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cOwBt2epax0/s1600-h/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307638419846968114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SaiFBZMxszI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cOwBt2epax0/s400/lala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many presents you will open&lt;br /&gt;Bearing your name under a tree, &lt;div align="center"&gt;My gift to you... eternal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My gift to you... its me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one has ever had it&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever can&lt;br /&gt;Some will try, yet all will fail&lt;br /&gt;For I will always be... your woman.&lt;br /&gt;21 years did I wait&lt;br /&gt;A long time to be alone&lt;br /&gt;The seed of love was planted&lt;br /&gt;Then a long time Ive watched it grow.&lt;br /&gt;It blooms just once a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Is seen through many eyes...&lt;br /&gt;It blooms all shapes and sizes&lt;br /&gt;But once bloomed it never dies.&lt;br /&gt;Its flowers undescribable for&lt;br /&gt;They change from day to day...&lt;br /&gt;Its beauty is emotion&lt;br /&gt;Infinite in every way.&lt;br /&gt;Will need no sun or water&lt;br /&gt;Attention is all it needs&lt;br /&gt;For althought it will not die&lt;br /&gt;I assure you that it bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;And when the time is right&lt;br /&gt;It will provide its spouse;&lt;br /&gt;Its like Ive never&lt;br /&gt;Known anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-4410738686675734928?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/4410738686675734928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=4410738686675734928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4410738686675734928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4410738686675734928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-ive-never-known-anything-else.html' title='Like Ive never known anything else...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SaiFBZMxszI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cOwBt2epax0/s72-c/lala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-3649873819093424957</id><published>2009-02-08T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:04:55.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you are my all'/><title type='text'>Can't help but to smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SY-1Fx-x8EI/AAAAAAAAAeo/gwO2_mqgcFM/s1600-h/blah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300654397358993474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SY-1Fx-x8EI/AAAAAAAAAeo/gwO2_mqgcFM/s400/blah.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was sitting here thinking &lt;div align="center"&gt;Of the words I want to say,&lt;/div&gt;But they just wouldn't come out right&lt;br /&gt;So I found a different way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote this poem for you,&lt;br /&gt;But there's no way to thank you&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For always being nice to me&lt;br /&gt;And staying by my side,&lt;br /&gt;For helping fix my problems&lt;br /&gt;And never leaving me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For accepting my thoughts and feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes you do not understand,&lt;br /&gt;For never giving up on me&lt;br /&gt;And being my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For making me laugh&lt;br /&gt;And letting me cry...&lt;br /&gt;And saying you'd miss me&lt;br /&gt;If I were to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;You could never know&lt;br /&gt;In all the ways you've changed my life&lt;br /&gt;I could never show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you take care of me,&lt;br /&gt;You're my shining star&lt;br /&gt;And though it's so incredible...&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get sad,&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to go,&lt;br /&gt;But before I leave this ink-filled page&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing you should know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we are living,&lt;br /&gt;No matter when or where,&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need me&lt;br /&gt;Just call and I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll climb a thousand mountains&lt;br /&gt;And swim the longest sea...&lt;br /&gt;Anything to be there&lt;br /&gt;'cause you've been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-3649873819093424957?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/3649873819093424957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=3649873819093424957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3649873819093424957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3649873819093424957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-help-but-to-smile.html' title='Can&apos;t help but to smile...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SY-1Fx-x8EI/AAAAAAAAAeo/gwO2_mqgcFM/s72-c/blah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-4701236555178005512</id><published>2009-02-08T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:22:01.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Distance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I do. Love'/><title type='text'>Sadness Falls Upon Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SY-hFeynamI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6qJlTM9BMBY/s1600-h/emo_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300632401975143010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SY-hFeynamI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6qJlTM9BMBY/s400/emo_cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The look in your eyes, your loves embrace&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet complexion, and the laugh on your face&lt;br /&gt;The way you say I love you and "It's like this..."&lt;br /&gt;These are only a few of the things about you that I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time we’re apart my heart aches&lt;br /&gt;Feels like it’s about to brake...&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to breathe and my eyes water&lt;br /&gt;When we’re apart it only gets harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and this is so true&lt;br /&gt;That whenever I’m gone all I think about is you.&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear your laugh or see your sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;Would make my heart leap for, at least, a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this relationship is kind of tough&lt;br /&gt;And it has been a little bit rough&lt;br /&gt;But I just hope that you know within your heart&lt;br /&gt;That I miss you more and more even when we’re apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-4701236555178005512?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/4701236555178005512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=4701236555178005512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4701236555178005512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4701236555178005512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/02/sadness-falls-upon-me.html' title='Sadness Falls Upon Me...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SY-hFeynamI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6qJlTM9BMBY/s72-c/emo_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-6800113805575144343</id><published>2009-02-08T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:26:14.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Como da para esquecer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SY-UKfNQxMI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VWeXFRh1DB8/s1600-h/wish_you_would_love_me-1466.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300618194335089858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SY-UKfNQxMI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VWeXFRh1DB8/s400/wish_you_would_love_me-1466.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Nem por todos os tesouros q aqui estao eu deixava de te querer, deixava de te amar!&lt;br /&gt;Para mim es unica em tudo, ate na inteligencia, nao sei como consegues ter tao pouca!! :)&lt;br /&gt;(tou a brincar, acho-te montes de inteligente, o q e de estranhar visto seres terceirense, sao as tuas raizes graciosenses!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei q pode parecer estranho sermos namorados, afinal eu sou lindo, enquanto q tu nao! O que posso fazer, dava-te um pouco de beleza, mas... ja tens de sobra, es somente deslumbrante por isso acho q nao e necessario seres ainda mais bonita, tb era um exagero tanta beleza numa so pessoa, para isso basta eu!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, tou doente, desconfiava tar infectado, mas agora tenho a certeza, tou mesmo doente, a doenca e a PAIXAO, e verdade, tou apaixonado por ti, es algo de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{"THE BIG CHANCE COMES ONCE IN A LIFE-TIME!"}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora q me saiu a "sorte grande", ou seja, tu, nao tenciono perder-te! Nao sei porque, mas desde q te vi q exerces um poder estranho sobre mim, ao pe de ti deixo de ser o q sou, isto porque eu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMO-TE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-6800113805575144343?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/6800113805575144343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=6800113805575144343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6800113805575144343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6800113805575144343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/02/como-da-para-esquecer.html' title='Como da para esquecer?'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SY-UKfNQxMI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VWeXFRh1DB8/s72-c/wish_you_would_love_me-1466.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-6719034111281522317</id><published>2009-01-22T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:25:05.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update on me'/><title type='text'>Update*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SY-PK4SpRuI/AAAAAAAAAeA/sXCuHhyuL1o/s1600-h/sad_emo_cartoonx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300612703510415074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SY-PK4SpRuI/AAAAAAAAAeA/sXCuHhyuL1o/s400/sad_emo_cartoonx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all the equal, with qualities &amp;amp; flaws; But I'm unique because none of us is the same therefore there is no one like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those people that still believes in love, it makes our heartbeat accelerate, it makes our heart beat; It's one of the best sensations in life: Being in Love.&lt;br /&gt;Romanticism prevails in this century, as long as I exist. (And no I'm not talking about Valentines Day, where people &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt; they get along for the day; and gifts are exchanged, usually flowers, old-fashion romanticism, &amp;amp; teddy bears that soon will be in charge to sleep with you, be your support through the night and be there to wipe away your tears);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live for my friends. I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm able to love for all eternity the "right" man... but I also know that sometimes "love" is not eternal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I'm happy. I know I've been happy before and I know I'll be happy again... I'm just afraid of being happy without even knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is to own the moon, sleep in Pluto and jump from Universe to Universe to make sure all "me's" preserve the good moments I didn't. I wish I could fly as often as I dream I can/do, I'd do my best to visit every place, at least, on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death... It's so overrated. I would like to plan mine... So I knew when to tell all the one's I love how much they mean to me (I'm sure we'll meet again in whatever form we become) and I could die in some place nice. (Just somewhere on a mountain looking over the horizon...);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a son. I want to know what it's like to be a mother. What it's like to know someone else but me. To care for someone more than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore the night, the ocean, the sky, the stars, the moon... The sky is not the same "here"&lt;br /&gt;(United States). Not like home. Even the moon doesn't reflect the sun's light just as bright. The stars seem like they are going away of how far they seem here. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy having fun... A few drinks... Friends... Dance... Dance the night away! (Good Music or Bad Music, doesn't matter as long as the right people are around, nothing else is needed...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being at home... I'm a hardcore gamer (Video Games are just so addicting and I LOVE IT!) ~ Reading, Writing, just laying on the couch watching movies or just chatting with those that care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's something beyond human mind out there. Not Christendom (Christianism) or any other religion. We are not chance. (even tho we live by it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religion was created with a "good" (whatever that might be) fund BUT used to control the mass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight and fight some more even tho sometimes I quit, because sometimes not everything depends on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being manipulated by feelings,... but obviously I also let myself get manipulated by them or I never would of felt.&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem too much into sentimentalisms because not everyone is to be trusted, but I have them... I have all those beautiful feelings waiting to burst away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might seem full of myself, I don't laugh as often as I did/should; But I'm nice, with a good sense of humor and I'm pretty simple with my own complicated ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, I love to laugh... it's like a release of bad energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't live without those conversations that never have conclusions... the ones that simply make us think about everything and nothing. Theory or not... I enjoy the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need to be alone... but I hate feeling alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm honest. I say what I feel, probably sometimes I shouldn't do it, but I do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore crazyness, I give myself to moments, have fun with them &amp;amp; I take the bargain of the consequences with a smile... since sometimes things don't go quite as we plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I barely cry. I don't get cranky often enough. ~ at least, for a woman..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be very inconstant, the past two years I grew so much; Today, is slightly different, things happen and I learn with them.. instead of whinning over them &amp;amp; stopping in the present looking constantly at a past, that barely existed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I change as things change in my life.. I tend to adapt well. But I don't conform myself with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not perfect... I commit mistakes... But that's me! And guess what? I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;Self-esteem is my best allie, if we can't love ourselves we can't love another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't consider myself a loser... because I know you can't always win. However, you have to know how to win but best to know how to lose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-6719034111281522317?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/6719034111281522317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=6719034111281522317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6719034111281522317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6719034111281522317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='Update*'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SY-PK4SpRuI/AAAAAAAAAeA/sXCuHhyuL1o/s72-c/sad_emo_cartoonx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-4439000695799196651</id><published>2009-01-13T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:10:40.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Bernard Shaw'/><title type='text'>~ Quote ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SW0C51JYCnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZRS8qTmtgaA/s1600-h/World+Flags.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SW0C51JYCnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZRS8qTmtgaA/s400/World+Flags.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290888329772403314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You see things; and you say "Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I dream things that never were; and I say "Why not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-4439000695799196651?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/4439000695799196651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=4439000695799196651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4439000695799196651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4439000695799196651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote.html' title='~ Quote ~'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SW0C51JYCnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZRS8qTmtgaA/s72-c/World+Flags.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-3633434768447128820</id><published>2009-01-13T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:05:48.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richard bach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Bridge Across Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Boredom between two people doesn't come from being together, physically. It comes from being apart, mentally and spiritually."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I bought this book, second-hand... Out of all 400 pages in the book only the page with this quote was folded, before I got to that part I wondered why but once I got there and read it...&lt;br /&gt;... How wonderful (truthful)! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-3633434768447128820?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/3633434768447128820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=3633434768447128820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3633434768447128820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3633434768447128820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/01/bridge-across-forever_13.html' title='Bridge Across Forever'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-2169237732190965069</id><published>2009-01-13T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:27:18.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Who wrote this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn's peaceful, luminous blue&lt;br /&gt;Intensified with the day&lt;br /&gt;As did happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Blue. . . bluer. . . bluest,&lt;br /&gt;White puffs of delight,&lt;br /&gt;Joy overflowing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until sunset&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped us in tender pink&lt;br /&gt;And we fused in a&lt;br /&gt;Passionate magenta goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Earth-soul and Cosmic-soul&lt;br /&gt;Bursting with beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When night came,&lt;br /&gt;A baby moon&lt;br /&gt;Laughed sideways in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed back&lt;br /&gt;And thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partway across the world&lt;br /&gt;Your sky&lt;br /&gt;Is filled with this same&lt;br /&gt;Golden laughter,&lt;br /&gt;And hoped that you,&lt;br /&gt;Twinkling Blue Eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Saw and heard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that somehow we three&lt;br /&gt;Were joined in our gladness,&lt;br /&gt;Each in our own space,&lt;br /&gt;Together apart,&lt;br /&gt;Distance meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I slept&lt;br /&gt;In a world&lt;br /&gt;Full of smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-2169237732190965069?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/2169237732190965069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=2169237732190965069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2169237732190965069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2169237732190965069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-wrote-this.html' title='Who wrote this?'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-2018876584505339753</id><published>2009-01-12T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:16:23.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richard bach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Bridge Across Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday evening 12/21    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dearest Richard,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so difficult to know how and where to begin. I've been thinking long and hard through many ideas trying to find a way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;struck one little thought, a musical metaphor, through which I have been able to think clearly and find understanding, if not satisfaction, and I want to share it with you. So please bear with me while we have yet another music lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The most commonly used form for large classical works is sonata form. It is the basis of almost all symphonies and concertos. It consists of three main sections: the exposition or opening, in which little ideas, themes, bits and pieces are set forth and introduced to each other; the development, in fullest, expanded, often go from major (happy) to minor together in greater complexity until at last there is: the expression of the full, rich maturity to which the tiny ideas have grown through the development process.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How does this apply to us, you may ask, if you haven't already guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see us stuck in a never-ending opening. At first, it was the real thing, and sheer delight. It is the part of a relationship in which you are at your best: fun, charming, excited, exciting, interesting, interested. It is a time when you're most comfortable and most lovable because you do not feel the need to mobilize your defenses, so your partner gets to cuddle a warm human being instead of a giant cactus. It is a time of delight for both, and it's no wonder you like openings so much you strive to make your life a series of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But beginnings cannot be prolonged endlessly; they cannot simply state and restate themselves. They must move on and develop - or die of boredom. Not so, you say. You must get away, have changes, other people, other places so you can come back to a relationship &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as if &lt;/span&gt;it were new, and have constant new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved on to a protracted series of reopenings. Some were caused by business separations that were necessary, but unnecessary harsh and severe for two so close as we. Some were manufactured by you in order to provide still more opportunities to return to the newness you so desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the development section is anathema to you. For it is where you may discover that all you have is a collection of severely limited ideas that won't work no matter how much creativity you bring to them or - even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt; for you - that you have the makings of something glorious, a symphony, in which case there is work to be done: depths must be plumbed, and separate entities carefully woven together, the better to glorify themselves and each other. I suppose it is analogous to that moment in writing when a book idea must be/cannot be run from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have undoubtedly gone further than you ever intended to go. And we have stopped for short of what I saw as our next logical and lovely steps. I have seen development with you continually arrested, and have come to believe that we will never make more than sporadic attempts at all our learning potential, our amazing similarities of interest, no matter how many years we may have - because we will never have unbroken time together. So the growth we prize so highly and know is possible becomes impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have both had vision of something wonderful that awaits us. Yet we cannot get there from here. I am faced with a solid wall of defenses and you have the need to build more and still more. I long for the richness and fullness of further development, and you will search for ways to avoid it as long as we're together. Both of us are frustrated; you unable to go back, I unable to go forward, in a constant state of struggle, with clouds and dark shadows over the limited time you allow us. To feel your constant resistance to me, to the growth of this something wonderful, as if I and it were something horrible - to experience the various forms to resistance takes, some of them cruel - often causes me pain on one level or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a record of our time together, and have taken a long and honest look at it. It has saddened me, and even shocked me, but it has been helpful in facing the truth. I look back to the days in early July, and the seven weeks that followed, as our only truly happy period. that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; the opening, and it was beautiful. Then there were the separations with their fierce and, to me, inexplicable cutoffs - and the equality fierce avoidance-resistance on your returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away and apart or together and apart, it is too unhappy. I am watching me become a creature who cries a lot, a creature who even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; cry a lot, for it almost seems that pity is necessary before kindness is possible. And I know I have not come this far in life to become pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be told that canceling your date to help me when I was in state of crisis "Wouldn't work for you" brought the truth crushing down on me with the force of an avalanche. Facing facts as honestly as I can, I know I cannot continue, no matter how much I might wish to do so; I cannot bend further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will not see this as the breaking of an agreement, but rather the continuation of the many, many endings you have begun. I think it is something we both know must be. I must accept that I have failed in my effort to let you know the joys of caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard, my precious friend, this is said softly, even tenderly and lovingly. And the soft tones do not camouflage an underlying anger: they are real. There are no accusations, no blames or faults. I am simply trying to understand, and to stop the pain. I am stating what I have been forced to accept: that you and I are never going to have a development, much less glorious climactic expression of a relationship grown to full blossom.&lt;br /&gt;I have felt if anything in my life deserved departure from previously established patterns, going beyond all known limitations, this relationship did.  I suppose I might be justified in feeling humiliated about the lengths to which I have to gone to make it work. Instead, I feel proud of myself and glad to know I recognized the rare and lovely opportunity we had while we had it, and gave all I could, in the purest and highest sense, to preserve it. I am comforted by this now.   In this awful moment of ending, I can honestly say I do not know of one other thing I might do to get us to that beautiful future we could have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the pain, I'm happy to have known you in this special way, and will always treasure the time we've had together. I have grown with you, and learned much from you, and I know I have made major positive contributions to you. We are both better people for having touched one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this late juncture, it occurs to me that a chess metaphor might also be useful. Chess is a game in which each party has its own singular objective even as it engages the other; a mid-game in which a struggle develops and intensifies and bits and pieces of each side are lost, both sides diminished; and end-game in which one traps and paralyzes the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you see life as a chess game; I see it as a sonata. And because of these differences, both the king and the queen are lost, and the song is silenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still your friend, as I know you are mine. I send this with a heart full of the deep and tender love and high regard you know I have for you, as well as profound sorrow that an opportunity so filled with promise, so rare and so beautiful, had to go unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leslie       &lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-2018876584505339753?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/2018876584505339753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=2018876584505339753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2018876584505339753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2018876584505339753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/01/bridge-across-forever.html' title='The Bridge Across Forever'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-1789491786240105805</id><published>2009-01-12T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:33:47.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what'/><title type='text'>Who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SWt-1Qe6DjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MQn8GLNIuJA/s1600-h/embryo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SWt-1Qe6DjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MQn8GLNIuJA/s400/embryo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290461640699547186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who is anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the self resign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you born with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it something you are grown to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature or nurture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-1789491786240105805?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/1789491786240105805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=1789491786240105805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1789491786240105805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1789491786240105805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SWt-1Qe6DjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MQn8GLNIuJA/s72-c/embryo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-1856220823829167525</id><published>2009-01-06T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:04:49.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best wishes'/><title type='text'>New Year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SWRhxQ5k10I/AAAAAAAAAdM/Esr2wi3yffw/s1600-h/Me+and+Madrinha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SWRhxQ5k10I/AAAAAAAAAdM/Esr2wi3yffw/s400/Me+and+Madrinha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288459361417746242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(taken on my birthday - 31st of December of 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For everyone that reads my blog (and visits it by circumstance) I hope you all had a Peaceful Christmas and a Great New Years eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes to the Year of 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-1856220823829167525?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/1856220823829167525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=1856220823829167525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1856220823829167525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/1856220823829167525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year....'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SWRhxQ5k10I/AAAAAAAAAdM/Esr2wi3yffw/s72-c/Me+and+Madrinha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-6129209314671722303</id><published>2008-12-13T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:08:22.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break-ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>7 Signs of a Troubled Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When couples wait too long to ask for help&lt;/em&gt;, the relationship may be beyond repair. The sooner help is sought, the better chance there is of recovering, saving and actually strengthening the relationship. This includes issues dealing with affairs or other types of betrayal. &lt;div class="contentPullQuoteRight"&gt; &lt;!--Start module --&gt; &lt;div class="vwmod" id="yperContentPullQuoteRight_8"&gt;                      &lt;div class="bd"&gt;                 &lt;div class="content"&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div class="ft"&gt;         &lt;div class="rft"&gt;                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!--End module--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; The longer we wait, the more entrenched we get in destructive patterns and resentment and all hope for change is lost. At a certain point we don't even want change... we just want to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;The seven warning signs that a relationship is in trouble are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.&lt;/em&gt; Fighting has become the rule rather than the exception to the rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.&lt;/em&gt; You find yourself looking outside the relationship for comfort, care, and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.&lt;/em&gt; You can't remember what attracted you to your partner in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.&lt;/em&gt; There is little or no intimacy in your relationship -- sleeping in different rooms or different beds, lack of interest, anger, and hostility so that intimacy is out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.&lt;/em&gt; Spending very little time together, friends seem to be more important than your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.&lt;/em&gt; Reactions to situations are disproportionate to the content of the disagreement (i.e., feeling your partner doesn't love you because she/he didn't like the meal you cooked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.&lt;/em&gt; Feeling helpless and hopeless to change anything. Feeling done with the relationship, but unclear as to where to go and what to do. Feelings of anger, resentment, pain, and desperation are predominant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;If any or all of these describe you in your relationship, your relationship is in trouble and it won't be long before something more drastic happens, such as an affair, arguments get worse and inflate with intensity, increased jealousy, silence for longer periods of time, and sometimes even physical and/or verbal abuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Before your relationship reaches that critical crisis point, look at the warning signs and do something before it's too late:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Seek psychotherapy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Read books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Talk to a spiritual/religious adviser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Without help, the relationship will never get better with time; once a certain level of resentment, anger, and hostility hits, it will simply get worse and worse. Avoiding a total crisis and saving the relationship is done by knowing when you're in trouble and taking immediate action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-6129209314671722303?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/6129209314671722303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=6129209314671722303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6129209314671722303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6129209314671722303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/12/7-signs-of-troubled-relationship.html' title='7 Signs of a Troubled Relationship'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-827355532780672115</id><published>2008-12-05T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:26:04.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Gods Tears   =/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rain bears reminding of God's bitter tears&lt;br /&gt;Lost are his blessings in cold, hardened fears.&lt;br /&gt;He cries for lack of empathy&lt;br /&gt;He cries in souls divided&lt;br /&gt;He cries when people's endless hate&lt;br /&gt;Forever gets ignited.&lt;br /&gt;He cries for the lies that are hidden...&lt;br /&gt;When preachers say: "Come to church you'll be forgiven".&lt;br /&gt;In truth we know it's all about control of the mass,&lt;br /&gt;It's like the control those don't have that like smoking "grass".&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's politics, it's religion... it's rules that cause so much fear.&lt;br /&gt;It's blindness. It's a truth people cannot bear.&lt;br /&gt;Every felt raindrop brings stain to creation&lt;br /&gt;Removed from the people he once felt relation.&lt;br /&gt;Can't find morality in religion's betrayal,&lt;br /&gt;Turns with disgust from extremist's portrayal.&lt;br /&gt;He weeps when faced with persecution&lt;br /&gt;He weeps for rights refrained&lt;br /&gt;He weeps in words that seek to hurt&lt;br /&gt;In bigotry sustained.&lt;br /&gt;Rain clouds gain pattern from God's lonely perch&lt;br /&gt;Intolerant speech marks an unholy church&lt;br /&gt;He cries in lost inclusive virtue&lt;br /&gt;He cries the narrow mind&lt;br /&gt;He cries in doctrine twisted 'round&lt;br /&gt;That only serves to blind&lt;br /&gt;Rain hopes for cleansing what preaching's disgraced..&lt;br /&gt;Compassionate values might be more embraced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even tho I don't do drugs, have never done it. We all know the reason why marijuana hasn't been legalized it is because it can't be controlled. Has nothing to do with being "right" or "wrong". (Even tho I find it stupid why people do it at all...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-827355532780672115?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/827355532780672115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=827355532780672115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/827355532780672115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/827355532780672115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/12/gods-tears.html' title='Gods Tears   =/'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-7459336029540303699</id><published>2008-12-05T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:25:04.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears are not so bad'/><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>I cry tears&lt;br /&gt;Not sad ones today&lt;br /&gt;Awash, my tears swim&lt;br /&gt;Gliding along contours of a face&lt;br /&gt;With an ear to ear grin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry tears&lt;br /&gt;Drops of joy loving you&lt;br /&gt;Cleansing streams down my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Full of hope as I know you feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry tears&lt;br /&gt;Whether real or imagined, half tears or a whole;&lt;br /&gt;Of a love started yet to be experienced...&lt;br /&gt;Explored by two bodies sharing one soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry tears&lt;br /&gt;Not sour tears or tears of despair.&lt;br /&gt;Today I cry tears that are warm like your body...&lt;br /&gt;And sweet like your lips. It's only fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry tears that talk a new dialect...&lt;br /&gt;Tears that have no need to speak.&lt;br /&gt;Tears that shine when our eyes meet,&lt;br /&gt;Tears that show how you are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry tears that have no need to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;Tears with no wants...&lt;br /&gt;Tears without haunts...&lt;br /&gt;Tears of one that loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-7459336029540303699?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/7459336029540303699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=7459336029540303699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7459336029540303699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/7459336029540303699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/12/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-5437779223754953095</id><published>2008-12-05T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:54:02.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grasp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='existence'/><title type='text'>Happiness &amp; Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am lost in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And I'm not sure what brings me this strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Where did I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How to find me?  I might not know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But I'm sure I was once here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Somewhere near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yet so far away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My life seems to stay, how come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And it keeps me searching still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For the will to go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I doubt the woman I've become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And I'm not one with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And the pain inside my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Keeps me from being whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So I look deep within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And hatred is all I see&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All that's there is a pain inside my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;To the point I now start to doubt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Why am I here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What is this existence about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So I cry in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For this life's nowhere in sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Within I grasp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And as I gasp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;for a breath of refreshing air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Or a break in my despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So I resign myself to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There is no joy or happiness.&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/2863264500142778208-5437779223754953095?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/5437779223754953095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=5437779223754953095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5437779223754953095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5437779223754953095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiness-joy.html' title='Happiness &amp; Joy'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-3600844904283821363</id><published>2008-11-13T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:24:06.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iraq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Troops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President.'/><title type='text'>So wrong but so right...</title><content type='html'>My view in Iraq is pretty simple actually...&lt;br /&gt;At first there were lies:&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, weapons of mass destruction..."  (That everyone knew it was a lie from the start! That's why the rest of the world wanted proof of those);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... We put THAT much money into Iraq to "look" for something that is not even there!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... LOTS of soldiers... HUNDREDS, THOUSANDS! (money spent in weapons, clothing, food, etc... money that could of been saved for this ECONOMIC CRISIS, that would probably not even exist if it wasn't for the mistake of going there in the first place!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kill innocents, some get killed... In the end? You ask a soldier why he's there... They don't even know! "Well... it's orders!"  (Oh, sorry... So let me just go kill people without even knowing why?);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry... it's because of the terrorists...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, didn't you people know? All Muslim people are just a bunch of terrorists!&lt;br /&gt;Their beliefs are SO STUPID! Because it's not what I believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't a brain washed Christian just as bad as a brain washed Muslim? (uh, this is really bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some soldiers to sleep at night say they are there to help the oppressed people.&lt;br /&gt;People that never asked for help.&lt;br /&gt;People that don't even want them there. Or our ways. Or our lifestyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went into Iraq when we should of been concentrated in Afghanistan! And now we can't leave Iraq because they will kill each others. Now we created conflict within there. (like it wasn't enough before!) - Those who stood by us are called traitors. (or worse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are soldiers stuck in Iraq sucking each others DICKS everyday and bothering who doesn't want to be bothered, because what's there to do? Obviously not much!&lt;br /&gt;(I'm so vulgar! - smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what anyone says.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Iraq WAS (IS) a MISTAKE!&lt;br /&gt;Leaving there now IS a mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is a mistake! (And war is not necessary to evil, who ever said that is/was an idiot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Obama can come up with some GENIUS plan.&lt;br /&gt;And with his ability of speech... make the world follow him and prove that there can be a black Jesus! (now this is me just being goofy)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't proved anything yet. But if the whole world was sitting watching TV that day of the election... just to make sure Obama would win to celebrate... I'll give him props for that already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOREY BARACK OBAMA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-3600844904283821363?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/3600844904283821363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=3600844904283821363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3600844904283821363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3600844904283821363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-wrong-but-so-right.html' title='So wrong but so right...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-2872106316365863598</id><published>2008-11-13T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:59:59.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DO IT NOW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get sleep'/><title type='text'>10 Reasons Why You Should Get Sleep:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You may literally have to add it to your to-do list, but scheduling a good night's sleep could be one of the smartest health priorities you set. It's not just daytime drowsiness you risk when shortchanging yourself on your seven to eight hours. Possible health consequences of getting too little or &lt;a href="http://usnews.healthline.com/adamcontent/sleeping-difficulty?utm_medium=usnews&amp;amp;utm_campaign=article&amp;amp;utm_source=hlinks&amp;amp;utm_term=poor-sleep"&gt;poor sleep&lt;/a&gt; can involve the &lt;a href="http://usnews.healthline.com/galecontent/cardiovascular-system?utm_medium=usnews&amp;amp;utm_campaign=article&amp;amp;utm_source=hlinks&amp;amp;utm_term=cardiovascular"&gt;cardiovascular&lt;/a&gt;, endocrine, immune and nervous systems. In addition to letting life get in the way of good sleep, between 50 and 70 million Americans suffer from a chronic sleep disorder—&lt;a href="http://usnews.healthline.com/adamcontent/insomnia-concerns?utm_medium=usnews&amp;amp;utm_campaign=article&amp;amp;utm_source=hlinks&amp;amp;utm_term=insomnia"&gt;insomnia&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://usnews.healthline.com/adamcontent/sleep-apnea?utm_medium=usnews&amp;amp;utm_campaign=article&amp;amp;utm_source=hlinks&amp;amp;utm_term=sleep-apnea"&gt;sleep apnea&lt;/a&gt;, say—that affects daily functioning and impinges on health. Consider the research:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Less may mean more. For people who sleep under seven hours a night, the fewer zzzz's they get, the more &lt;a href="http://usnews.healthline.com/adamcontent/obesity?utm_medium=usnews&amp;amp;utm_campaign=article&amp;amp;utm_source=hlinks&amp;amp;utm_term=obese"&gt;obese&lt;/a&gt; they tend to be, according to a 2006 Institute of Medicine (IOM) report. This may relate to the discovery that insufficient sleep appears to tip hunger hormones out of whack. Leptin, which suppresses appetite, is lowered; ghrelin, which stimulates appetite, gets a boost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) You're more apt to make bad food choices. A study published in the October 15, 2008 issue of the Journal of Clinical Sleep Medicine found that people with obstructive sleep apnea or other severely disordered breathing while asleep ate a diet higher in cholesterol, protein, total fat, and total saturated fat. Women were especially affected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://usnews.healthline.com/adamcontent/diabetes?utm_medium=usnews&amp;amp;utm_campaign=article&amp;amp;utm_source=hlinks&amp;amp;utm_term=Diabetes"&gt;Diabetes&lt;/a&gt; and impaired glucose tolerance, its precursor, may become more likely. A 2005 study published in the Archives of Internal Medicine found that people getting five or fewer hours of sleep each night were 2.5 times more likely to be diabetic, while those with six hours or fewer were 1.7 times more likely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) The ticker is put at risk. A 2003 study found that &lt;a href="http://usnews.healthline.com/adamcontent/heart-attack?utm_medium=usnews&amp;amp;utm_campaign=article&amp;amp;utm_source=hlinks&amp;amp;utm_term=heart-attacks"&gt;heart attacks&lt;/a&gt; were 45 percent more likely in women who slept for five or fewer hours per night than in those who got more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Blood pressure may increase. Obstructive sleep apnea, for example, has been associated with chronically elevated daytime blood pressure, and the more severe the disorder, the more significant the &lt;a href="http://usnews.healthline.com/adamcontent/high-blood-pressure-hypertension?utm_medium=usnews&amp;amp;utm_campaign=article&amp;amp;utm_source=hlinks&amp;amp;utm_term=hypertension"&gt;hypertension&lt;/a&gt;, suggests the 2006 IOM report. Obesity plays a role in both disorders, so &lt;a href="http://usnews.healthline.com/adamcontent/weight-loss-and-age?utm_medium=usnews&amp;amp;utm_campaign=article&amp;amp;utm_source=hlinks&amp;amp;utm_term=losing-weight"&gt;losing weight&lt;/a&gt; can ease associated health risks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) Auto accidents rise. As stated in a 2007 report in the New England Journal of Medicine, nearly 20 percent of serious car crash injuries involve a sleepy driver—and that's independent of &lt;a href="http://usnews.healthline.com/adamcontent/alcohol-use?utm_medium=usnews&amp;amp;utm_campaign=article&amp;amp;utm_source=hlinks&amp;amp;utm_term=alcohol-use"&gt;alcohol use&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) Balance is off. Older folks who have trouble getting to sleep, who wake up at night, or are &lt;a href="http://usnews.healthline.com/adamcontent/drowsiness?utm_medium=usnews&amp;amp;utm_campaign=article&amp;amp;utm_source=hlinks&amp;amp;utm_term=drowsy"&gt;drowsy&lt;/a&gt; during the day could be 2 to 4.5 times more likely to sustain a fall, found a 2007 study in the Journal of Gerontology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8) You may be more prone to depression. Adults who chronically operate on fumes report more mental distress, depression, and alcohol use. Adolescents suffer, too: One survey of high school students found similarly high rates of these issues. Middle schoolers, too, report more symptoms of depression and lower self-esteem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9) Kids may suffer more behavior problems. Research from an April issue of the Archives of Pediatric and Adolescent Medicine found that children who are plagued by insomnia, short duration of sleeping, or disordered breathing with obesity, for example, are more likely to have behavioral issues like &lt;a href="http://usnews.healthline.com/adamcontent/attention-deficit-hyperactivity-disorder-adhd?utm_medium=usnews&amp;amp;utm_campaign=article&amp;amp;utm_source=hlinks&amp;amp;utm_term=attention-deficit-hyperactivity-disorder"&gt;attention deficit hyperactivity disorder&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;10) Death's doorstep may be nearer. According to three large studies published in the journals &lt;em&gt;Sleep&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Archives of General Psychiatry,&lt;/em&gt; people over age 30 who slept five hours or less per night had approximately a 15 percent greater risk of dying—regardless of the cause—over the periods studied, which ranged from six to 14 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-2872106316365863598?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/2872106316365863598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=2872106316365863598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2872106316365863598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2872106316365863598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-reasons-why-you-should-get-sleep.html' title='10 Reasons Why You Should Get Sleep:'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-6245035357597026023</id><published>2008-11-13T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:01:38.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love for you people out there'/><title type='text'>John Donne Quote:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SRwzCoUjjAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ack3YAw_JcM/s1600-h/e0Acym348696-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SRwzCoUjjAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ack3YAw_JcM/s400/e0Acym348696-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268141784393026562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-6245035357597026023?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/6245035357597026023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=6245035357597026023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6245035357597026023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/6245035357597026023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/11/john-donne-quote.html' title='John Donne Quote:'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SRwzCoUjjAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ack3YAw_JcM/s72-c/e0Acym348696-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-3883910477210042106</id><published>2008-11-13T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:51:18.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t wait too long'/><title type='text'>Dig? How much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear is the width of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your courage is the depth.&lt;br /&gt;How deep can you dig in one spot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-3883910477210042106?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/3883910477210042106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=3883910477210042106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3883910477210042106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/3883910477210042106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/11/dig-how-much.html' title='Dig? How much?'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-8161845469883953670</id><published>2008-11-13T01:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:40:25.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* I Hate Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Life is amazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SRv1cH5cFKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jQlFv4rl6bg/s1600-h/Ness.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SRv1cH5cFKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jQlFv4rl6bg/s400/Ness.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268074052645033122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you don't know what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Should you do nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't know what to say?&lt;br /&gt;Should you just listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing anyone has to offer is love.&lt;br /&gt;(followed by respect and trust);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can someone even ask for that?&lt;br /&gt;How can people take something that is not given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no "You Have To" in this life.&lt;br /&gt;Have To Do's are for followers not for leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-8161845469883953670?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/8161845469883953670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=8161845469883953670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8161845469883953670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/8161845469883953670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-amazing.html' title='Life is amazing...'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SRv1cH5cFKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jQlFv4rl6bg/s72-c/Ness.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-4670509220943167672</id><published>2008-10-27T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:53:29.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny side of politics'/><title type='text'>Hillary Clinton &amp; Barack Obama ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMs-p5y6cvo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMs-p5y6cvo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was funny, decided to share.&lt;br /&gt;Hillary is still my home girl tho.&lt;br /&gt;Vote: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barack Obama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-4670509220943167672?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/4670509220943167672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=4670509220943167672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4670509220943167672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/4670509220943167672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/10/hillary-clinton-barack-obama.html' title='Hillary Clinton &amp; Barack Obama ~'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-5974212178938418681</id><published>2008-10-27T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:58:59.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><title type='text'>~ Sleep ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SQXy_gGth0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/voV3-jMc9cg/s1600-h/Niko+and+I+-+ZzzzZ.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SQXy_gGth0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/voV3-jMc9cg/s400/Niko+and+I+-+ZzzzZ.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261878912416057154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long weekend, gym and a shower...&lt;br /&gt;We end up "crashing" on the couch. Even the cat!&lt;br /&gt;[Niko, cat and I]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-5974212178938418681?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/5974212178938418681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=5974212178938418681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5974212178938418681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/5974212178938418681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep.html' title='~ Sleep ~'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SQXy_gGth0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/voV3-jMc9cg/s72-c/Niko+and+I+-+ZzzzZ.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863264500142778208.post-2781043803314876011</id><published>2008-10-27T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:56:35.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why the question?'/><title type='text'>Giving....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SQXupcL119I/AAAAAAAAAbw/SU2TWDvqxlI/s1600-h/Me+in+a+tie....jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SQXupcL119I/AAAAAAAAAbw/SU2TWDvqxlI/s400/Me+in+a+tie....jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261874135360198610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm afraid of dedicating my life to someone that is not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;(sad...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2863264500142778208-2781043803314876011?l=mortescura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/feeds/2781043803314876011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2863264500142778208&amp;postID=2781043803314876011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2781043803314876011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2863264500142778208/posts/default/2781043803314876011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortescura.blogspot.com/2008/10/giving.html' title='Giving....'/><author><name>MortEscura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582956730720141408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SLR0tDF3Y1I/AAAAAAAAARM/c18dul3yMk0/S220/bastard.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gkm8EjzzQg/SQXupcL119I/AAAAAAAAAbw/SU2TWDvqxlI/s72-c/Me+in+a+tie....jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
