<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876</id><updated>2012-01-01T23:50:35.980Z</updated><category term='luck and chance'/><category term='short short story'/><title type='text'>BogPoet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-7890060490552869942</id><published>2010-10-01T17:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:22:42.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Descobrimos, ó má sorte, a sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;Tivemos o sonho da caverna ideal&lt;br /&gt;Contámos histórias de sangue e de sal&lt;br /&gt;Abraçámos a noite e fugimos ao dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, ao longo dos anos desta eternidade fria&lt;br /&gt;Tornámo-nos seres de pedra e de cal&lt;br /&gt;Planaltos fechados, sem monte nem vale&lt;br /&gt;E lavámos do corpo a melancolia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na fatia de mundo por mim achada&lt;br /&gt;Canteiro calmo à beira da estrada&lt;br /&gt;Há gente, vida, o que faltava, a peça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ponteiro avança, falamos de nada&lt;br /&gt;Cantamos e rimos até de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Que importa a Terra e a sua liça perversa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-7890060490552869942?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7890060490552869942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=7890060490552869942' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/7890060490552869942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/7890060490552869942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2010/10/descobrimos-o-ma-sorte-sabedoria.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-8307401609783779183</id><published>2008-07-15T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:48:17.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead...</title><content type='html'>...just sleeping in bliss. Sleeping at all is reason enough to say thak you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-8307401609783779183?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8307401609783779183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=8307401609783779183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/8307401609783779183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/8307401609783779183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead...'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-2999378294509312637</id><published>2008-02-20T18:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:33:01.559Z</updated><title type='text'>Is this for real?</title><content type='html'>Did you really transformed yourself and became attached to me? Did you really changed the way and saw me in the end? Is it true that I understand you and that you'd like nothing better to share hours of nothingness with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for you tomorrow. Kiss me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-2999378294509312637?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2999378294509312637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=2999378294509312637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/2999378294509312637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/2999378294509312637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-this-for-real.html' title='Is this for real?'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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still thinks about what could have been&lt;br /&gt;If my friend told her "We'll always be green"&lt;br /&gt;Yet, she will twist me every chance she gets&lt;br /&gt;I never know whether or what she regrets&lt;br /&gt;This night won't go to waste, I promise you that&lt;br /&gt;And this girl, she sees below my hat&lt;br /&gt;And who she thinks about is none of my concern&lt;br /&gt;If only she's around when the sun starts to burn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-2152789194386037538?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2152789194386037538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=2152789194386037538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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desarmado e ignorante&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas&lt;br /&gt;Que nada, nada, nada, será como dantes&lt;br /&gt;E, no entanto&lt;br /&gt;Tudo será como dantes&lt;br /&gt;As ideias que tenho na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;O peso que tenho no coração&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas que devia ter feito há já muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Faço-as agora&lt;br /&gt;E talvez não as faça&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu continuo a ser eu&lt;br /&gt;Porque nada disto faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;E, no entanto&lt;br /&gt;É a maneira como a terra tem girado&lt;br /&gt;É a última luz que apagamos antes de dormirmos&lt;br /&gt;É tudo e não é nada&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas&lt;br /&gt;Que te transmutaste em milhares de corpos&lt;br /&gt;Que me aparecem por entre as brumas da noite&lt;br /&gt;E os sorrisos que apontam para o quarto&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas&lt;br /&gt;Que há um fragmento de ti em cada uma dessas viagens sensoriais&lt;br /&gt;Em cada manhã em que acordo com o corpo dormente&lt;br /&gt;Em cada tarde em que me pergunto quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas&lt;br /&gt;Que à noite as brumas voltam e que também eu me desintegro&lt;br /&gt;Entre a sombra e a escuridão, entre a Terra e o Inferno&lt;br /&gt;E que todos os dias são mais um em que perco um pouco de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas&lt;br /&gt;Que respirar é impossível&lt;br /&gt;E que nada mais pode haver de real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-7191255277911958078?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7191255277911958078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=7191255277911958078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/7191255277911958078'/><link 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/&gt;There's no one to listen so you laugh by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's cold out, but her popsicle melts&lt;br /&gt;She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself&lt;br /&gt;Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these things&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these things&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I try to whisper, so no one figures it out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these things&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd walks slowly, don't mind the rain&lt;br /&gt;Lovers hold hands to numb the pain&lt;br /&gt;Gripping tightly to something that they'll never own&lt;br /&gt;And those by themselves, by choice or by some reward&lt;br /&gt;No mistakes, only now you're bored&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of your life, but you just can't tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's cold out, but her popsicle melts&lt;br /&gt;She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself&lt;br /&gt;Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these things&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these things&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I try to whisper, so no one figures it out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these things&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's cold out, but her popsicle melts&lt;br /&gt;She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself&lt;br /&gt;Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these things&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these things&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I try to whisper, so no one figures it out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these things&lt;br /&gt;It's because of these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; These Things&lt;/span&gt;, She Wants Revenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-5102974003821041681?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5102974003821041681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=5102974003821041681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/5102974003821041681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/5102974003821041681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2007/12/slow-modulation.html' title='Slow modulation'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-7644558481732840327</id><published>2007-12-11T05:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T05:57:29.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Another way to tremble</title><content type='html'>I'm bringing you this&lt;br /&gt;You're bringing me that&lt;br /&gt;I know there's a way to turn red skin blue&lt;br /&gt;I know I heard your whisper in technicolor&lt;br /&gt;Why did you ever make me true?&lt;br /&gt;Why did we ever met?&lt;br /&gt;Because we did, and that's all there is to it&lt;br /&gt;Your psychotic sweetness is too much&lt;br /&gt;Your game of shadows and splendor is a sight to behold&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you near&lt;br /&gt;(And you never ruined the night for me)&lt;br /&gt;When the sun strikes the rock&lt;br /&gt;And cars begin to roar&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you near&lt;br /&gt;When the water ripples and the watchmen run loose&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you near&lt;br /&gt;As we begin to break the day&lt;br /&gt;And mellow bitterness finds its way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-7644558481732840327?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7644558481732840327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=7644558481732840327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/7644558481732840327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QuY3HgWzQkk/Ryx0vLIWHcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/w7ffcSIoGcs/s320/shesmellsgood.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128602429458619842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-2196801201490001693?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2196801201490001693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=2196801201490001693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/2196801201490001693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/2196801201490001693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QuY3HgWzQkk/Ryx0vLIWHcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/w7ffcSIoGcs/s72-c/shesmellsgood.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-1377610490055104018</id><published>2007-10-25T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T14:40:41.448+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When I wasn't shallow</title><content type='html'>When I was an alien&lt;br /&gt;Cultures weren't opinions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find a way to find a way to when I'm there&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find a way, a better way, I had better wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never met a wise man&lt;br /&gt;If so it's a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find a way to find a way to when I'm there&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find a way, a better way, I had better wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're paranoid&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean they're not after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find a way to find a way to when I'm there&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find a way, a better way, I had better wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Nirvana, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Territorial Pissings&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/7152876-1377610490055104018?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1377610490055104018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=1377610490055104018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/1377610490055104018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/1377610490055104018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-i-wasnt-shallow.html' title='When I wasn&apos;t shallow'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-1756595579844457053</id><published>2007-10-25T06:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T06:37:52.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chamar-te, errar-te</title><content type='html'>Se perguntasses o meu nome, eu talvez to dissesse&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez não&lt;br /&gt;Há demasiadas maneiras de esfolar o mesmo gato&lt;br /&gt;Se te perturbasse, então voltaríamos à tona de água&lt;br /&gt;E erraríamos novamente&lt;br /&gt;Tu és mesmo tu?&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;Se as ideias se auto-destruíssem depois de as termos&lt;br /&gt;Seriam muito mais úteis&lt;br /&gt;Ando demasiado errático&lt;br /&gt;Ando demasiado perdido&lt;br /&gt;Talvez me chames&lt;br /&gt;Quando souberes o meu nome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-1756595579844457053?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1756595579844457053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=1756595579844457053' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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I just know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-3750778808689202076?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3750778808689202076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=3750778808689202076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/3750778808689202076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/3750778808689202076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-cant-avoid-obvious.html' title='You can&apos;t avoid the obvious'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-1020163540331727665</id><published>2007-08-19T15:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:57:14.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sameness</title><content type='html'>You knew I'd go back in time&lt;br /&gt;You waited for my decaying mind&lt;br /&gt;In the ripples of agony&lt;br /&gt;How could I not embrace you?&lt;br /&gt;You know I would&lt;br /&gt;On the sand, through the canyon&lt;br /&gt;The echos of voices we haven't heard in years&lt;br /&gt;Still ring in our ears&lt;br /&gt;And this is all we could do to make them materialize&lt;br /&gt;A moment of silence and the universe stands still&lt;br /&gt;One of your smiles and the clocks just disarrange&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is softer than our madness&lt;br /&gt;Nothing soothes me like this song&lt;br /&gt;So, let's sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;For the tomorrows and the yesterdays and everything that lies in between&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-1020163540331727665?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1020163540331727665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=1020163540331727665' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/1020163540331727665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/1020163540331727665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2007/08/sameness.html' title='Sameness'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-6870254705190648085</id><published>2007-08-04T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T16:12:09.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada de especial</title><content type='html'>Não queria roubar a vida a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;As coisas acabaram por ser desta maneira&lt;br /&gt;Espero, em círculos, pela salvação anunciada&lt;br /&gt;Espero que as chamas derrubem a torre&lt;br /&gt;E ela canta-me cantos de sereia ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Será que quer mesmo naufragar este barco?&lt;br /&gt;Não queria que se soubesse da minha história&lt;br /&gt;Que faço eu hoje? Que ideias brotarão da minha mente&lt;br /&gt;E dos meus dedos?&lt;br /&gt;Por que espero eu?&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que espero, eu?&lt;br /&gt;E onde é que há vagas para não esperar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-6870254705190648085?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6870254705190648085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=6870254705190648085' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/6870254705190648085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/6870254705190648085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2007/08/nada-de-especial.html' title='Nada de especial'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-8539390539791527646</id><published>2007-04-24T19:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:38:29.652Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short short story'/><title type='text'>Short short story 5 - Como desmoronar um castelo de cartas</title><content type='html'>"Tu olhaste para ela", "Não olhei", "Olhaste, sim, eu vi a maneira como tu olhaste. E estava tudo bem até aí, juro-te. Mas a maneira como olhaste para ela...", "Como é que eu olhei para ela?", encolheu os ombros, "Olhaste para ela porque ela estava de boxers", "Não, olhei para ela porque me disseste que vocês andavam picadas. Foi só isso", "Oh, está bem. Eu não acredito em homens. Vamos ser só amigos, está bem?". Tirou a roupa, vestiu o pijama e deu uma volta na cama, virando as costas para mim. Deitei-me  encostado a ela. "Estás chateada?", "Não, não estou chateada. Conhecemo-nos há três dias. Não tenho nada para estar chateada", e é verdade, conhecíamo-nos há três dias e, no entanto... É estranho como podemos ficar afectados por coisas que acontecem com pessoas que conhecemos há três dias (mas que parece que conhecemos há anos).&lt;br /&gt;Dormimos. O álcool fez os seus efeitos e adormecemos relativamente depressa. Acordei cerca de duas horas depois. Ela não conseguia dormir sem ter a televisão e uma luz acesa e eu ouvi um diálogo qualquer. Um filme sobre imperadores romanos passava na caixa. Ela continuava adormecida.&lt;br /&gt;E a raiva, a tristeza, tudo aquilo que eu não queria que acontecesse invadiu-me. Levantei-me, saí do conforto daquela cama, do corpo quente dela. Vesti-me, beijei-lhe a face e saí de casa. O meu carro estava estacionado ali perto. Sentado ao volante, as lágrimas caíam-me pela cara abaixo. Deixei-lhe o equivalente moderno do bilhetinho à mesa de cabeceira - mandei-lhe uma mensagem.&lt;br /&gt;E assim se desmoronou aquele esplêndido castelo de cartas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-8539390539791527646?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8539390539791527646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=8539390539791527646' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/8539390539791527646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/8539390539791527646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2007/04/short-short-story-5-como-desmoronar-um.html' title='Short short story 5 - Como desmoronar um castelo de cartas'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-5918736216873757554</id><published>2007-03-24T06:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-24T06:09:08.951Z</updated><title type='text'>Bread AM</title><content type='html'>I'd be surprised to find out there's new things&lt;br /&gt;I'd be surprised if a windfall would hit me&lt;br /&gt;How come the sun rises every time?&lt;br /&gt;How come I can't sleep until it does?&lt;br /&gt;The space is narrowing&lt;br /&gt;The fruits are blossoming&lt;br /&gt;(Or so we hope)&lt;br /&gt;After half a century, people will forget&lt;br /&gt;I won't&lt;br /&gt;I'm too fearful to die&lt;br /&gt;To burn away my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Of virgins, unscathed and red-faced&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the eternal no-gooder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in my memory&lt;br /&gt;Even if I keep seeing the sun rise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-5918736216873757554?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5918736216873757554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=5918736216873757554' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/5918736216873757554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/5918736216873757554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2007/03/bread-am.html' title='Bread AM'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-117272719360629680</id><published>2007-03-01T05:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:33:13.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Random Tangerine</title><content type='html'>I have come to the conclusion&lt;br /&gt;That ideas kill your soul&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize&lt;br /&gt;That acid burns your face&lt;br /&gt;May the willows be with you&lt;br /&gt;In your voyage of countenance&lt;br /&gt;May the wind blow through your head&lt;br /&gt;And leave you clean inside&lt;br /&gt;I never bothered with the news&lt;br /&gt;That I am about to die&lt;br /&gt;I never played with the concept&lt;br /&gt;Of craving inferiority&lt;br /&gt;Do you turn over in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;Close enough to see the light?&lt;br /&gt;Do you rummage through old things&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find your way?&lt;br /&gt;Well, do I have news for you&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets everyday&lt;br /&gt;Well, do I have to work this time&lt;br /&gt;To make the colors rise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-117272719360629680?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/117272719360629680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=117272719360629680' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/117272719360629680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/117272719360629680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-tangerine.html' title='Random Tangerine'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-117195384615623728</id><published>2007-02-20T06:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T06:44:06.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Sim</title><content type='html'>Sim&lt;br /&gt;Está bem&lt;br /&gt;Ardo em lume brando&lt;br /&gt;A cabeça já nem voltas dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Em que é que estavas a pensar?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela última vez&lt;br /&gt;Não quero saber&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ouvir esse barulho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim&lt;br /&gt;O relógio já deu demasiadas voltas&lt;br /&gt;E, sim&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã talvez faça sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(E se responder nos próximos três dias&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lhe oferecemos este leitor de éme pê três&lt;br /&gt;Completamente grátis!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez os pombos&lt;br /&gt;Se calem por um dia que seja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim&lt;br /&gt;Estou indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Adormecido&lt;br /&gt;Caído&lt;br /&gt;Não me interessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(A minha mais nova já anda, sabia?&lt;br /&gt;Está muito crescida para a idade que tem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me interessa o ruído&lt;br /&gt;Não me interessa saber&lt;br /&gt;Que nem eu próprio eu quero descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Quero que me deixem aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Sem conhecer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-117195384615623728?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/117195384615623728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=117195384615623728' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/117195384615623728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/117195384615623728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2007/02/sim.html' title='Sim'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-117074439320096046</id><published>2007-02-06T06:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:41:22.576Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck and chance'/><title type='text'>The luck and chance poems VI - Broken nose</title><content type='html'>Call me up to your world&lt;br /&gt;Of long nights and whispered secrets&lt;br /&gt;Call me up to be concerned&lt;br /&gt;About lights and lesser words&lt;br /&gt;Ride this scale to no end&lt;br /&gt;And be sure to have a plan&lt;br /&gt;Because your back is plain and tight&lt;br /&gt;Contained and round, is your headlight&lt;br /&gt;And your broken nose&lt;br /&gt;Make sure it's seen&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes&lt;br /&gt;What colour are they?&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to break in&lt;br /&gt;Give me a word to make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;I know your lips are in denial&lt;br /&gt;I know your heart is not in shape&lt;br /&gt;And who fucking cares?&lt;br /&gt;And who wants to know?&lt;br /&gt;Another smile, another space&lt;br /&gt;Somebody will have them, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure that you'll be grateful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-117074439320096046?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/117074439320096046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=117074439320096046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/117074439320096046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/117074439320096046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2007/02/luck-and-chance-poems-vi-broken-nose.html' title='The luck and chance poems VI - Broken nose'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-116797491341626280</id><published>2007-01-05T03:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T05:29:05.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Etchings</title><content type='html'>What the fuck were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell happened while I was away?&lt;br /&gt;What made you think you'd come out on top on this one?&lt;br /&gt;And then, you cried for help...&lt;br /&gt;And then, you cried for me...&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no!&lt;br /&gt;You don't realize&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;That all I said is true&lt;br /&gt;What made you plunge into deep drama?&lt;br /&gt;What made your head ache so much?&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't you simply stay with me all along?&lt;br /&gt;I hated you, you hated me&lt;br /&gt;We were always messing with each other's heads&lt;br /&gt;But it still was fucking better than being dead&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you say?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Take your knifes and your pistols and your pills&lt;br /&gt;And to hell with them!&lt;br /&gt;Stay here, even distant, stay here&lt;br /&gt;Whispers turn to yells, words are useless with you&lt;br /&gt;You make the world so grey&lt;br /&gt;But without you, it would be black&lt;br /&gt;Remember this next time you try to kill yourself&lt;br /&gt;As I'm here to listen to your cries for help&lt;br /&gt;In the afterwards&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be here in the before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-116776393742107106</id><published>2007-01-01T16:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:52:17.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Over and over again</title><content type='html'>All is quiet on New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;A world in white gets underway&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you, be with you night and day&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes on New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a blood red sky&lt;br /&gt;A crowd has gathered in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Arms entwined, the chosen few&lt;br /&gt;The newspapers says, says, say it's true, it's true&lt;br /&gt;And we can break through&lt;br /&gt;Though torn in two&lt;br /&gt;We can be one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will begin again&lt;br /&gt;I will begin again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, maybe the time is right&lt;br /&gt;Oh, maybe tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we're told this is the golden age&lt;br /&gt;And gold is the reason for the wars we wage&lt;br /&gt;Though I want to be with you, be with you night and day&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes on New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New Year's Day&lt;/span&gt;, U2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-116776393742107106?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116776393742107106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=116776393742107106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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acontecimento&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero apenas conhecer o próximo sabor&lt;br /&gt;(Desejando, talvez, também um acontecimento&lt;br /&gt;Mas não o espero)&lt;br /&gt;As coisas começam a acontecer todas muito depressa&lt;br /&gt;E as ideias começam a fugir-me por entre os dedos&lt;br /&gt;(Quem conduz o meu carro?&lt;br /&gt;Eu, de certeza, é que já não sou)&lt;br /&gt;E isto sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Serei sempre eu&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa de adiado&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa de imaterial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-116745887986852345?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116745887986852345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=116745887986852345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/116745887986852345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/116745887986852345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/12/quem-conduz-o-meu-carro.html' title='Quem conduz o meu carro?'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-116573471665109621</id><published>2006-12-10T06:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T07:11:56.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Aching knees</title><content type='html'>There's afternoons to be alive&lt;br /&gt;Make up something, waste some time&lt;br /&gt;Turn my soul around and breathe&lt;br /&gt;And give away the urge to read&lt;br /&gt;Into every word or motion&lt;br /&gt;Any feeling or commotion&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be like this&lt;br /&gt;Never cry or feel amiss&lt;br /&gt;Live a bit outside my head&lt;br /&gt;With my wrists tied to a bed&lt;br /&gt;The hours pass with no wrongdoing&lt;br /&gt;And the threads I should be sewing&lt;br /&gt;Are left in the ground to rot&lt;br /&gt;As I plunge deeper into this plot&lt;br /&gt;And into that other thing&lt;br /&gt;Until I leave with just a grin&lt;br /&gt;And a perfume that chases me&lt;br /&gt;A little more and I'll be free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-116573471665109621?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116573471665109621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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cortes e da porcaria nas paredes ensaguentadas&lt;br /&gt;Ter-te como antes, seres a personificação de tudo o que eu não sei se quero ser&lt;br /&gt;E dos dias completamente desprovidos de significado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-te&lt;br /&gt;Um cigarro nos lábios&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos encharcados em Prozac fitando-me ternamente&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-te e lembro&lt;br /&gt;As nossas tardes cheias de fazer coisa nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;As nossas noites de gargantas degoladas e estrelas apagadas&lt;br /&gt;E as nossas lengalengas já decoradas e esbatidas pelo tempo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando os sonhos se evaporam e nos tornamos humanos?&lt;br /&gt;E quando vêm os sentimentos e os revólveres perdidos?&lt;br /&gt;O que resta de nós na espuma dos dias?&lt;br /&gt;O que vais fazer de ti, agora que te entregaste a ti mesma?&lt;br /&gt;O que vais fazer de mim, que continuo a viver preso pelos teus cabelos?&lt;br /&gt;O que vamos fazer nós&lt;br /&gt;Agora que batemos com toda a força contra o chão&lt;br /&gt;E cuspimos dentes, raivosamente erguendo o braço ao céu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste peito, apenas a claustrofobia&lt;br /&gt;E o vago desconforto do álcool&lt;br /&gt;Noutro qualquer, um pesadelo de mentes rasgadas e orgulho fingido&lt;br /&gt;E, em tudo, a mesma indiferença branca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-116383236453231070?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116383236453231070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=116383236453231070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/116383236453231070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/116383236453231070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/11/mais-qualquer-coisa.html' title='Mais qualquer coisa'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-116365816192059755</id><published>2006-11-16T06:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T06:22:41.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Hm</title><content type='html'>"I had a really good joke in here somewhere"&lt;br /&gt;"Where did it went to?"&lt;br /&gt;"I forgot it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-116365816192059755?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116365816192059755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=116365816192059755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/116365816192059755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/116365816192059755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/11/hm.html' title='Hm'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-116243666335906885</id><published>2006-11-02T03:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T03:04:23.373Z</updated><title type='text'>No relief</title><content type='html'>Just clouds and static&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-116243666335906885?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116243666335906885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=116243666335906885' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/116243666335906885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/116243666335906885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-relief.html' title='No relief'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-116019314854020230</id><published>2006-10-07T04:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T04:52:28.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quero que estejas aqui&lt;br /&gt;Quero que me sussurres ao ouvido e me digas que os teus sonhos foram assim&lt;br /&gt;Quero que me expliques as tuas inquietações&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixa-me ver&lt;br /&gt;Os teus trejeitos faciais&lt;br /&gt;Os teus gestos&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ouvir o tom da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Estou demasiado perturbado&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo dormir&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo pensar&lt;br /&gt;Há espectros que me gritam&lt;br /&gt;Que tu te queres ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Repetidamente&lt;br /&gt;E nada pode doer tanto, nada pode custar tanto&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ver-te&lt;br /&gt;Quero que estejas aqui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-116019314854020230?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116019314854020230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=116019314854020230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/116019314854020230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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seen&lt;br /&gt;He went away and now you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the hate and all the threats&lt;br /&gt;Will do little for his matter&lt;br /&gt;Cause he'll lose all of his bets&lt;br /&gt;Even if he's the father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of your child, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'll break his fucking knee&lt;br /&gt;He has no right, was never there&lt;br /&gt;And won't take you away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the sun in the storm&lt;br /&gt;No rat race will make us part&lt;br /&gt;So different from the norm&lt;br /&gt;Which makes us one sole heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will go but we won't&lt;br /&gt;Trust me to get to you&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;When you meet me at the morning dew...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115863348340216708?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-115802927117853240</id><published>2006-09-12T03:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T03:47:51.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lentamente&lt;br /&gt;As tuas mãos traçam caminhos por dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Os teus lábios curam este coração pejado de nódoas negras&lt;br /&gt;A minha boca sabe a descafeinado e a Português Suave&lt;br /&gt;Algo no meu peito vibra e estremece ao olhar para os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se conjuga, tudo se une&lt;br /&gt;E suavemente, como um sussurro, há uma urgência de te ver&lt;br /&gt;De fazer gestos e gastar tempo e tudo o mais&lt;br /&gt;De me conhecer, de me reconhecer&lt;br /&gt;Deixar de ser estranho a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou nos teus braços&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115802927117853240?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115802927117853240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=115802927117853240' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115802927117853240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115802927117853240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/09/lentamente-as-tuas-mos-traam-caminhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-115759328220663695</id><published>2006-09-07T02:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:41:22.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive me, drive you</title><content type='html'>Here I lay&lt;br /&gt;Still and breathless&lt;br /&gt;Just like always&lt;br /&gt;Still I want some more&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors sideways&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what's behind?&lt;br /&gt;Just like always&lt;br /&gt;Still your passenger&lt;br /&gt;Chrome buttons, buckles and leather surfaces&lt;br /&gt;These and other lucky witnesses&lt;br /&gt;Now to calm me&lt;br /&gt;This time won't you please drive faster?&lt;br /&gt;Roll the windows down&lt;br /&gt;This cool night air is curious&lt;br /&gt;Let the whole world look in&lt;br /&gt;Who cares who sees anything?&lt;br /&gt;I'm your passenger&lt;br /&gt;I'm your passenger&lt;br /&gt;Drop these down and put them on me&lt;br /&gt;Nice cool seats, there to cushion your knees&lt;br /&gt;Now, to calm me, take me around again&lt;br /&gt;Don't pull over&lt;br /&gt;This time would you please drive faster?&lt;br /&gt;Roll the windows down&lt;br /&gt;This cool night air is curious&lt;br /&gt;Let the whole world look in&lt;br /&gt;Who cares who sees what tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Roll these misty windows down to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;And then go and go and go&lt;br /&gt;Just drive me home and back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I lay&lt;br /&gt;Just like always&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go...&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the edge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Deftones, &lt;i&gt;Passenger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115759328220663695?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-115725281165416509</id><published>2006-09-03T04:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:58:28.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A little pressure</title><content type='html'>Since before you were broken&lt;br /&gt;I knew something was held deep behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Since before we realized&lt;br /&gt;This was something good&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have you with me&lt;br /&gt;Now, you're broken&lt;br /&gt;And I'm there to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Now, you sway&lt;br /&gt;You leave me no choice but to rescue you&lt;br /&gt;From the depths of apathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when you say&lt;br /&gt;"I need a little pressure, it would do me good"&lt;br /&gt;This is when I say&lt;br /&gt;"I won't give you any, but call me anytime"&lt;br /&gt;"I need a little pressure, now"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how to do it"&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to kiss me again?"&lt;br /&gt;"Who wouldn't?"&lt;br /&gt;"Then learn"&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'll learn&lt;br /&gt;And I'll call you too sometimes&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And how I need&lt;br /&gt;To be in your eyesight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115725281165416509?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115725281165416509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=115725281165416509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115725281165416509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115725281165416509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-pressure.html' title='A little pressure'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-115652293347607552</id><published>2006-08-25T17:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T17:22:14.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hare meets the new star</title><content type='html'>You ain't got nothing on me&lt;br /&gt;You little rock star Phillistine&lt;br /&gt;You drool, you twist, you bitter disgrace&lt;br /&gt;No one cheers about your face&lt;br /&gt;You raise your arms way to the east&lt;br /&gt;And you're still a horrid beast&lt;br /&gt;Those arms, you trust me, I will break&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, to prove your fake&lt;br /&gt;Eyes said that you went physical&lt;br /&gt;Mind said it was just typical&lt;br /&gt;But you never said that to me&lt;br /&gt;You little high brow busy bee&lt;br /&gt;If you see how we came there&lt;br /&gt;You're the star and I'm the hare&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big thing or a twist&lt;br /&gt;It's just a black hole through the mist&lt;br /&gt;And if you lie again on promise&lt;br /&gt;Beat that gory and be a novice&lt;br /&gt;I will have to come to you&lt;br /&gt;You little sad sorry dark blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115652293347607552?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115652293347607552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=115652293347607552' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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fazer&lt;br /&gt;Até que subitamente desaparecem da face da Terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, subitamente, nações encontram nações&lt;br /&gt;E, subitamente, o Mediterrâneo irrompe em chamas&lt;br /&gt;E, subitamente, o mundo enlouquece&lt;br /&gt;Mais um pouco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por entre o pó que voa pela planície, há uma criança que chora&lt;br /&gt;Por entre o pó que voa pela planície, há destroços e há acusações&lt;br /&gt;E as palavras são disparadas como os tiros e as bombas&lt;br /&gt;E tudo morre como há vinte anos o tinham feito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A culpa é apenas vossa&lt;br /&gt;A culpa é exclusivamente vossa&lt;br /&gt;Por não serem como eu quero que sejam&lt;br /&gt;A culpa é apenas vossa se morrerem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há uma rapariga, a muitos milhares de quilómetros&lt;br /&gt;Uma rapariga de face brilhante e olhos de amêndoa&lt;br /&gt;Que se limita a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Porque sabe que, fosse o que fosse que lá houvesse&lt;br /&gt;É algo a que nunca mais poderá voltar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115595825751828229?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115595825751828229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=115595825751828229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115595825751828229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115595825751828229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/08/por-entre-o-p-que-voa-pela-plancie.html' title='Por entre o pó que voa pela planície'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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tornei-me de repente tu e foi nessa altura que seguimos cada um pelo seu caminho?&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te que tu cresceste bruscamente pelo que eu te dizia e eu resolvi nunca mais crescer?&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te que &amp;eacute; por isso que tu agora n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute;s tu e nunca mais ser&amp;aacute;s tu e tamb&amp;eacute;m n&amp;atilde;o sabes muito bem o que &amp;eacute;s?&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te?&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te quando n&amp;atilde;o sentias um aperto t&amp;atilde;o grande no est&amp;ocirc;mago porque quando acontecia agarravas-te a mim com muita for&amp;ccedil;a at&amp;eacute; ele passar?&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te quando eu tamb&amp;eacute;m n&amp;atilde;o o sentia porque tamb&amp;eacute;m eu fazia o mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te disso?&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te?&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115526588641277547?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115526588641277547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=115526588641277547' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115526588641277547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115526588641277547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/08/memria.html' title='Mem&amp;oacute;ria'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-115518019350531545</id><published>2006-08-10T04:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:41:56.505Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck and chance'/><title type='text'>The luck and chance poems V - How to steamroll an ego</title><content type='html'>She'll be singing until 3 am&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time to pick up the waste&lt;br /&gt;And start all over again&lt;br /&gt;Red faced and without the taste&lt;br /&gt;Of starberry and knack&lt;br /&gt;She's blunt, she's dressed in black&lt;br /&gt;She wears a flower in her hair&lt;br /&gt;Though she's never seen the Golden Bridge&lt;br /&gt;She puts up with deadbeats in a binge&lt;br /&gt;And raises smiles never there&lt;br /&gt;But she's just another klutz&lt;br /&gt;She's just a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever see her there&lt;br /&gt;Tell her I send my regards&lt;br /&gt;And my most sincere sorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a little on the short side, I know&lt;br /&gt;She's been covered by the smoking athlete way too often&lt;br /&gt;(But never really gave herself away)&lt;br /&gt;She seems a little hollow&lt;br /&gt;I would never trust her&lt;br /&gt;I would never care&lt;br /&gt;Unless she somehow gave up&lt;br /&gt;Unless she somehow became beaten&lt;br /&gt;Unless she somehow became perfect&lt;br /&gt;Which she'll never be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115518019350531545?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115518019350531545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=115518019350531545' title='0 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your face&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;What could be happening in that alternate universe&lt;br /&gt;Where you and I became an item&lt;br /&gt;Did I become a creep, there, too?&lt;br /&gt;Were you so heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Do we write letters to each other when we're apart?&lt;br /&gt;Is the sex waking up the neighbours?&lt;br /&gt;Is it being everything we've ever dreamed?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it over by now, a puddle of tears in the ground&lt;br /&gt;(Or even dry and put to bed)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, there's nothing but the expression&lt;br /&gt;("What if?")&lt;br /&gt;Back home, you throw foam stones in my direction&lt;br /&gt;And you nervously chant songs of adulthood&lt;br /&gt;Back home, days are sterile and the summer just broke&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll be back to the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you won't&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you won't miss me&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I won't miss you&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what&lt;br /&gt;We'll always have my stories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115380198483075938?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115380198483075938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=115380198483075938' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115380198483075938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115380198483075938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/07/clear-cut-or-not-its-flight-of-fancy_25.html' title='Clear cut or not, it&apos;s a flight of fancy'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-115258163507643954</id><published>2006-07-11T02:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T02:33:55.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just... Just...</title><content type='html'>Betty always knows&lt;br /&gt;Betty always tells&lt;br /&gt;She laughing desperately&lt;br /&gt;She said it felt like a river inside her bones&lt;br /&gt;When she went down to the well&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with her&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna take me there&lt;br /&gt;Lead me by my hand&lt;br /&gt;Her body a rocking chair for my soul&lt;br /&gt;When we go down to the well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait, baby&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;Til we go down to the well&lt;br /&gt;Down to the well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;And if a life's not long&lt;br /&gt;What matter does it make&lt;br /&gt;If there'll be favorite songs playing in my head&lt;br /&gt;When we go down to the well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait, Betty&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;Till we go down to the well&lt;br /&gt;Down to the well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Pixies, &lt;i&gt;Down to the Well&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115258163507643954?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115258163507643954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=115258163507643954' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115258163507643954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115258163507643954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-just.html' title='Just... Just...'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-115227646594563240</id><published>2006-07-07T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:38:58.881Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short short story'/><title type='text'>Short short story 4 - Um mínimo de decência</title><content type='html'>N&amp;atilde;o sei se j&amp;aacute; te apercebeste, mas assim n&amp;atilde;o vamos a lado nenhum. N&amp;atilde;o sei se j&amp;aacute; te apercebeste, mas os tra&amp;ccedil;os que se desenham nesta cara ficam cada dia mais vincados, mais profundos, mais dif&amp;iacute;ceis de apagar. Agora, a ideia de que bastavam meia d&amp;uacute;zia de moedas e uma can&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o foi pela janela fora. Agora, aqueles pequenos prazeres que retiravas daqueles jogos que jog&amp;aacute;vamos acabaram. Agora, a espiral corre num &amp;uacute;nico sentido e eu tenho olhos que abarcam o mundo inteiro. Agora, mostro-me, revelo-me, descubro-me. Agora, n&amp;atilde;o tenho medo. E, se j&amp;aacute; te esqueceste, eu lembro-te. Se nunca te apercebeste, deixa-me reavivar-te a mem&amp;oacute;ria. Que j&amp;aacute; me vesti de amarelo, azul, vermelho-sangue, verde, preto e branco por ti. Que j&amp;aacute; fui palha&amp;ccedil;o, aviador, pedreiro, dan&amp;ccedil;arino, poeta e junkie por ti. Que j&amp;aacute; escalei uma montanha, j&amp;aacute; mergulhei no mar, j&amp;aacute; me perdi no deserto por ti. Que deixei de fumar, deixei de beber, deixei de foder por ti. Que j&amp;aacute; pintei a casa, lavei a roupa, decorei o jardim e cozinhei o jantar por ti. E se tens um m&amp;iacute;nimo de decoro, se na tua alma h&amp;aacute; um m&amp;iacute;nimo de respeito pelo resto do mundo, se tiveres um m&amp;iacute;nimo de civismo nesse teu corpo, se tiveres um m&amp;iacute;nimo de dec&amp;ecirc;ncia, aquele m&amp;iacute;nimo que existe entre duas pessoas, ent&amp;atilde;o o m&amp;iacute;nimo que podias fazer, o m&amp;iacute;nimo essencial que &amp;eacute; exigido de ti, o m&amp;iacute;nimo dos m&amp;iacute;nimos de que j&amp;aacute; te devias ter apercebido &amp;eacute; que, ao menos (e n&amp;atilde;o te pe&amp;ccedil;o mais nada), me reveles o teu nome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115227646594563240?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115227646594563240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=115227646594563240' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115227646594563240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115227646594563240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/07/short-short-story-4-um-mncia.html' title='Short short story 4 - Um m&amp;iacute;nimo de dec&amp;ecirc;ncia'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-115172492757244078</id><published>2006-07-01T04:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:42:15.584Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck and chance'/><title type='text'>The luck and chance poems IV - The new debris</title><content type='html'>It staggers, how come?&lt;br /&gt;It's humanity in its purest form&lt;br /&gt;I'll be condemned&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;The football stars of yesteryear&lt;br /&gt;The actors and actresses&lt;br /&gt;The streetwise kids&lt;br /&gt;The bubble gum types&lt;br /&gt;The coke-snorting young director&lt;br /&gt;And his older counterpart&lt;br /&gt;The high heel whores&lt;br /&gt;The noveau-rich&lt;br /&gt;The noveau-poor&lt;br /&gt;And the old money and the new money&lt;br /&gt;And everything in between&lt;br /&gt;All smothering, all cursing me&lt;br /&gt;All made into floatsam&lt;br /&gt;All molded into the new debris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115172492757244078?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115172492757244078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=115172492757244078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115172492757244078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115172492757244078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/07/luck-and-chance-poems-iv-new-debris.html' title='The luck and chance poems IV - The new debris'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-115136841791375381</id><published>2006-06-27T01:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:33:38.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto espreito...</title><content type='html'>...ela, o pequeno dem&amp;oacute;nio, joga as suas cartas&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;atilde;os suadas, cabelo vermelho&lt;br /&gt;"Vamos sair um dia?"&lt;br /&gt;"Pode ser", digo-lhe eu, vagamente desinteressado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que n&amp;atilde;o posso jogar as minhas cartas todas de uma vez&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mas ela j&amp;aacute; ganha&lt;br /&gt;Claramente)&lt;br /&gt;"Mas s&amp;oacute; de madrugada"&lt;br /&gt;"O que tem de t&amp;atilde;o especial?"&lt;br /&gt;"Enfrento fogos e sustos at&amp;eacute; ent&amp;atilde;o"&lt;br /&gt;"Veremos"&lt;br /&gt;Passa a l&amp;iacute;ngua pelos l&amp;aacute;bios&lt;br /&gt;E sabe que j&amp;aacute; me ganhou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115136841791375381?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115136841791375381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=115136841791375381' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115136841791375381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115136841791375381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/06/enquanto-espreito.html' title='Enquanto espreito...'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-115059179593869306</id><published>2006-06-18T01:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:49:56.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser eu</title><content type='html'>Recuso. Recuso ser assim, recuso ser de outra maneira qualquer. Recuso ser das manh&amp;atilde;s, das tardes ou das noites. Recuso ser do almo&amp;ccedil;o ou do jantar. Recuso a vida. Recuso a morte. Recuso a alternativa. Recuso o mainstream. Recuso o sul. Recuso o norte. Recuso todas as consequ&amp;ecirc;ncias e todas as verdades. Recuso o capitalismo e o comunismo. Recuso a sa&amp;uacute;de e recuso a doen&amp;ccedil;a. Recuso o romantismo, o idealismo, o existencialismo, o naturalismo, o realismo. Recuso qualquer ismo. Recuso o sismo. Recuso os fatos, recuso os farrapos. Recuso a roupa em geral e tamb&amp;eacute;m me recuso a andar nu. Recuso a escrita e a palavra, recuso as ideias e os significados e recuso a estupidez, a ignor&amp;acirc;ncia e a insensatez. Recuso ser portugu&amp;ecirc;s, recuso ser algarvio, recuso ser europeu. E recuso-me tamb&amp;eacute;m a ser um cidad&amp;atilde;o do mundo. Recuso o ocidente e tamb&amp;eacute;m o oriente. Recuso as religi&amp;otilde;es todas do mundo e mais o ate&amp;iacute;smo, que foi criado pelo diabo. Recuso o dinheiro, recuso a pobreza. Recuso os g&amp;oacute;ticos, os freaks, os punks, os betos, os rappers, os rockers e os hipsters. Recuso a new age e recuso o consumismo. Recuso as tretas vegetarianas e recuso os an&amp;uacute;ncios a detergentes de pessoas de sorrisos brancos. Recuso andar na rua, recuso-me a ficar em casa. Recuso a bebida, o tabaco, o caf&amp;eacute; e todas as outras drogas e recuso-me a viver sem elas. Recuso o trabalho e recuso-me a ser desocupado. Recuso o campo e a cidade. Recuso a chuva, recuso o vento, recuso o sol. Recuso-me a que haja qualquer esp&amp;eacute;cie de tempo. Recuso as esta&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es. Recuso os carros e recuso-me a andar a p&amp;eacute;. E j&amp;aacute; agora, recuso-me tamb&amp;eacute;m a andar de transportes p&amp;uacute;blicos, de bicicleta, de moto ou de qualquer outra merda que tenham inventado como meio de locomo&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o. E tamb&amp;eacute;m me recuso a ficar parado. Recuso as putas e os chulos, recuso o sexo em geral e recuso-me a n&amp;atilde;o o ter. Recuso comer e tamb&amp;eacute;m recuso morrer &amp;agrave; fome. Recuso-me a ter um corpo e recuso-me a n&amp;atilde;o o ter. Recuso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuso ser tudo. Recuso n&amp;atilde;o ser nada. Recuso-me a tudo o que n&amp;atilde;o seja ser eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115059179593869306?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115059179593869306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=115059179593869306' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115059179593869306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/115059179593869306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/06/ser-eu.html' title='Ser eu'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-115018003969560020</id><published>2006-06-13T07:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T07:27:19.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The dawn</title><content type='html'>This is where I truly belong&lt;br /&gt;Wasted and bruised at the dawn&lt;br /&gt;A cigarrete hanging from my lips&lt;br /&gt;Fingers burned and alcohol treats&lt;br /&gt;She's as numb as she could be&lt;br /&gt;Yet, she could care less for me&lt;br /&gt;Her hair in a disarray&lt;br /&gt;The sun peeks, she blurts "I'm OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there a soul in this global scam&lt;br /&gt;That picks up the phone at 4 am?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there a world under these lights&lt;br /&gt;Filled with promises and fist fights?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't there stories of my own kind&lt;br /&gt;Melodies of dope and wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This air is filled with all sorts of voice&lt;br /&gt;Some are high, some paranoid&lt;br /&gt;They say they want to go everywhere&lt;br /&gt;We have a few hours to not really care&lt;br /&gt;The bus went by, we're calling faces&lt;br /&gt;And foreshadowing numerous disgraces&lt;br /&gt;She sleeps on my shoulder, it's full morning&lt;br /&gt;The hours killed, no more warnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there a way in this hellbent maze&lt;br /&gt;To shortcut me to the daze?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there a stop in the way around&lt;br /&gt;Where you just go down and down?&lt;br /&gt;And isn't there a body to keep me in check?&lt;br /&gt;To send my wail to white and back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-115018003969560020?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114976751047367856</id><published>2006-06-08T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T05:17:51.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All I own</title><content type='html'>On top of the world you get nothing done&lt;br /&gt;Talk is cold and burns like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see these skies are breaking?&lt;br /&gt;Because the top of the world is where I'm from&lt;br /&gt;The back of the class is where I was&lt;br /&gt;Keeping quiet, playing dumb&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see these skies are breaking?&lt;br /&gt;Because the back of the class is where I'm from&lt;br /&gt;And I am one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a race and it's killing time&lt;br /&gt;I don't need yours, I'll keep it with mine&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see these skies are breaking?&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm on a race and I'm doing fine&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Two of a kind and no one home&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a crowd and I'm still alone&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see these skies are breaking?&lt;br /&gt;Because one of a kind is all I own&lt;br /&gt;I am one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am out of the blue and into the void&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try but I get annoyed&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see these skies are breaking?&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm out of the gloom and into the void&lt;br /&gt;I am one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the world you get nothing done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Placebo, &lt;i&gt;One of a Kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114976751047367856?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114976751047367856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114976751047367856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114976751047367856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114976751047367856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-i-own.html' title='All I own'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114921268803308305</id><published>2006-06-02T02:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:44:48.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About a girl</title><content type='html'>N&amp;atilde;o sei que se passou contigo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca foste assim t&amp;atilde;o ing&amp;eacute;nua&lt;br /&gt;E agora o ch&amp;atilde;o deixou que ca&amp;iacute;sses nele&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o compreendo&lt;br /&gt;As lada&amp;iacute;nhas e os antibi&amp;oacute;ticos talvez n&amp;atilde;o tenham funcionado&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez no fundo do cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o, tudo o que quisesses&lt;br /&gt;Era algu&amp;eacute;m que te amasse verdadeiramente&lt;br /&gt;E agora ele existe&lt;br /&gt;Mas com as suas m&amp;atilde;os pequenas e as suas frases mal articuladas&lt;br /&gt;Talvez n&amp;atilde;o fosse quem imaginasses&lt;br /&gt;(E deixa-te estar calada&lt;br /&gt;Ele n&amp;atilde;o precisa de saber&lt;br /&gt;Nunca precisar&amp;aacute; de saber&lt;br /&gt;Das noites em que a tua mente explodiu&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava l&amp;aacute;&lt;br /&gt;E n&amp;atilde;o te preocupes, tamb&amp;eacute;m nunca lhe direi nada)&lt;br /&gt;Agora atiraram-te &amp;agrave;s feras&lt;br /&gt;Meteram-te no pedestal ignorado&lt;br /&gt;E certificar-se-&amp;atilde;o que, ainda assim, cair&amp;aacute;s dele&lt;br /&gt;Agora puxaram-te o tapete de debaixo dos p&amp;eacute;s&lt;br /&gt;E tu responder&amp;aacute;s com o teu eterno sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Feito de pureza manchada e sedativos&lt;br /&gt;Re-escrito em tumultuosas linhas brancas&lt;br /&gt;E medo&lt;br /&gt;(J&amp;aacute; agora, n&amp;atilde;o te esque&amp;ccedil;as de ligar&lt;br /&gt;Para aquele exerc&amp;iacute;cio inconsequente de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Para que me lembres de que, entre o muco e o sangue&lt;br /&gt;Todos n&amp;oacute;s desabamos de vez em quando&lt;br /&gt;Ou para sempre)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114921268803308305?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114921268803308305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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chance poems III - Fuck you, sir</title><content type='html'>Hello, sir, how's your night?&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is going fine&lt;br /&gt;Are you winning? Are you losing?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really have to stand there carousing?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, sir, for this change&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd never really be in rage&lt;br /&gt;Just stay there if you want more&lt;br /&gt;Are you leaving? Good night and fuck you, sir&lt;br /&gt;You don't like it? That's your trouble&lt;br /&gt;And shut up if you don't want to make it double&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I'm so alive&lt;br /&gt;And, even so, I'm so way pass my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're now going to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that she won't give me head?&lt;br /&gt;Not even a piece of her mind, you see&lt;br /&gt;No compensation for the troubles I have had&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care less about your death&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't care less about your loss&lt;br /&gt;Sit there and cry your lost bets&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, just look at my dross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you, madame? Your matinee?&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't really going your way?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, this fun sucks&lt;br /&gt;Specially when you're so out of luck&lt;br /&gt;Now, when you leave, just be sure&lt;br /&gt;You won't let yourself get hit by the door&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me, you heard me fine&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand another second of your whine&lt;br /&gt;And you were thinking you had had them&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to disappoint, farewell and fuck you, madame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're so sad in your self-pity&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so am I but look at it through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now, for once, I thought she was pretty&lt;br /&gt;Until she started burying herself in alibis&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you if you can't see it's only plastic&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you if you can't raise your nose higher&lt;br /&gt;We're both at a loss but your's so automatic&lt;br /&gt;While I'm here losing her youth and her fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114887386450869473?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114887386450869473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114887386450869473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114887386450869473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114887386450869473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/05/luck-and-chance-poems-iii-fuck-you-sir.html' title='The luck and chance poems III - Fuck you, sir'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114852899862407028</id><published>2006-05-25T04:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T04:49:59.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It wasn't meant to last this much&lt;br /&gt;I was never a good faker&lt;br /&gt;(It's getting harder not to choke)&lt;br /&gt;If I truly believed any of this&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be craving&lt;br /&gt;For you to drop by&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm coated in bubblegum wrap&lt;br /&gt;I wear a big grin that's nearly making me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I was never a good faker&lt;br /&gt;But if you only listened&lt;br /&gt;If only there was space for you to listen&lt;br /&gt;For you to enter the space where deformed creatures rear their ugly head&lt;br /&gt;If you only could read the words that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew&lt;br /&gt;How to enter that dimension&lt;br /&gt;As well as I do&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we could work something out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114852899862407028?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114852899862407028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114852899862407028' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114852899862407028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114852899862407028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-wasnt-meant-to-last-this-much-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114818677545133756</id><published>2006-05-21T05:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:39:32.416Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short short story'/><title type='text'>Short short story 3 - Se não conseguires, terei de me repensar (outra vez)</title><content type='html'>"Como &amp;eacute; que come&amp;ccedil;ava, lembras-te?", "Hm... Qualquer coisa acerca de uma ponte, creio eu". Ela tentava recordar-se de uma can&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o qualquer que n&amp;atilde;o ouvia h&amp;aacute; muito tempo e que eu tinha apanhado, por mero acaso, no r&amp;aacute;dio do carro enquanto lutava por entre o tr&amp;acirc;nsito da hora de ponta. "&amp;Eacute; p&amp;aacute;, porra, se ao menos te lembrasses de nome", "Mas n&amp;atilde;o me lembro, desculpa". Ela encolheu os ombros, "Deixa, n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; um caso de vida ou morte". Sentou-se no sof&amp;aacute; e encostou a cabe&amp;ccedil;a ao meu ombro. "O que &amp;eacute; que est&amp;aacute;s a ver?", "Estou s&amp;oacute; a passar canais", disse eu enquanto carregava nos bot&amp;otilde;es do telecomando da televis&amp;atilde;o. "Est&amp;aacute;s com uma daquelas disposi&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es outra vez, n&amp;atilde;o est&amp;aacute;s?", "Quais disposi&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es?", "Aquelas que tu costumas ter". Desliguei o maldito aparelho para a encarar, "N&amp;atilde;o percebo", "Tu costumas ter umas disposi&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es", "Sim, mas...", "Ficas a&amp;iacute;, a remoer qualquer coisa s&amp;oacute; para ti", "N&amp;atilde;o estou a remoer nada", "Est&amp;aacute;s, sim", "O qu&amp;ecirc;?", "N&amp;atilde;o sei, n&amp;atilde;o me contas", "N&amp;atilde;o tenho nada para contar" e era a verdade, a ela nunca lhe dizia menos que a verdade, ainda que ela nem sempre acreditasse nisso, estava ligeiramente absorto, reconhe&amp;ccedil;o, mas n&amp;atilde;o tinha uma "disposi&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o". "Conta-me l&amp;aacute;, ent&amp;atilde;o, acerca dessas minhas disposi&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es", ela encostou-se mais a mim e eu pus-lhe o bra&amp;ccedil;o &amp;agrave; volta dos ombros, "Oh... &amp;Agrave;s vezes, ficas muito pensativo... Como se tivesses algum segredo que n&amp;atilde;o quisesses partilhar...", "N&amp;atilde;o tenho segredos nenhuns. Especialmente, n&amp;atilde;o para ti", ela torceu os l&amp;aacute;bios, "Mentes", "N&amp;atilde;o minto. Nunca te mentiria", "Est&amp;aacute;s-me a mentir agora mesmo", como disse, ela nem sempre acreditava nisso. "N&amp;atilde;o sei...", "Eu sei", "Sabes?", "Sei. Sei que h&amp;aacute; coisas em ti que eu ainda n&amp;atilde;o conhe&amp;ccedil;o, sei que h&amp;aacute; muita coisa que tu ainda n&amp;atilde;o me contaste. Sei que h&amp;aacute; coisas que devem ser muito dif&amp;iacute;ceis de dizer. Sei que provavelmente ser&amp;aacute; a mesma coisa na outra direc&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o, ainda que n&amp;atilde;o consiga imaginar o que possa eu n&amp;atilde;o te ter dito acerca de mim ainda", "Talvez. Talvez seja isso, talvez seja s&amp;oacute; eu, mas...", inspirei um pouco enquanto pensava no que lhe ia dizer a seguir, "Mas...?", "Mas ao menos n&amp;atilde;o encolhes os ombros, ao menos tentas saber. E &amp;eacute; por isso que te amo". Ela sorriu. Encostou-se ainda mais um pouco, beijou-me a bochecha e deixou-se estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era meio dia quando acordei. Ao meu lado, os longos cabelos pretos dela estendidos na almofada. Lembrei-me da conversa que t&amp;iacute;nhamos tido no dia anterior. Ela tinha toda a raz&amp;atilde;o. Mas ela nunca podia saber que o homem que ela amava n&amp;atilde;o era o verdadeiro eu. Ela nunca podia saber das coisas que eu tinha deixado para tr&amp;aacute;s. Ela nunca podia saber que eu por dentro era vulgar, falhado, inseguro. Ela nunca podia saber quem se escondia por tr&amp;aacute;s da m&amp;aacute;scara. E era nisso que eu pensava quando &amp;agrave;s vezes n&amp;atilde;o a ouvia, quando &amp;agrave;s vezes me recolhia no meu pequeno mundo que ela por certo odiaria. E ela nunca podia saber. Porque tamb&amp;eacute;m me odiaria. Porque nunca mais a veria assim, olhos fechados, cabelos desalinhavados, com um sorriso nos l&amp;aacute;bios, enquanto tinha sonhos que me contaria quando acordasse. E isso eu n&amp;atilde;o podia nunca suportar.&lt;br /&gt;Abracei-a. E se n&amp;atilde;o me lembrava de como come&amp;ccedil;ava a m&amp;uacute;sica, lembrava-me do refr&amp;atilde;o. Havia um obst&amp;aacute;culo no caminho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114818677545133756?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114818677545133756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114818677545133756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114818677545133756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114818677545133756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/05/short-short-story-3-se-no-conseguires.html' title='Short short story 3 - Se n&amp;atilde;o conseguires, terei de me repensar (outra vez)'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114748655768820560</id><published>2006-05-13T03:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:42:55.606Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck and chance'/><title type='text'>The luck and chance poems II - Glimpse into the pass</title><content type='html'>You know she used to be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in her sulken face&lt;br /&gt;The ghosts of a youth long lost&lt;br /&gt;As she hesitantly scribbles in a notepad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know she was all that, once&lt;br /&gt;You just know it&lt;br /&gt;There's still some fire in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;It remains from those days with numerous pretendants&lt;br /&gt;And full of laughter&lt;br /&gt;Forty years from now&lt;br /&gt;She would have been Kar Wai Wong's favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;She got all tied up&lt;br /&gt;She went to a foreign land of strange people with round eyes&lt;br /&gt;Who couldn't speak her language&lt;br /&gt;The years wearing away&lt;br /&gt;In some downtown basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she sits at the table, she's all alone&lt;br /&gt;I give her something to spend her time&lt;br /&gt;A weary smile on her lips as the two girls beside her&lt;br /&gt;Flirt with the boy in the shirt&lt;br /&gt;A smile of someone who knows too well&lt;br /&gt;Of someone who has seen this scene too many times&lt;br /&gt;And she can almost remember&lt;br /&gt;How the words went&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114748655768820560?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114732367203544938</id><published>2006-05-11T06:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T06:01:12.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got a big smile there, girl</title><content type='html'>I tell you how I'd turn you around&lt;br /&gt;You take your time&lt;br /&gt;To tell me how you don't care&lt;br /&gt;And you look so fine&lt;br /&gt;Whenever your mouth takes a turn&lt;br /&gt;I come to my knees&lt;br /&gt;Burn my skin to the ground&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be pleased&lt;br /&gt;Scratch beneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;Just a little more&lt;br /&gt;You'll see how this back aches&lt;br /&gt;And how I am bored&lt;br /&gt;Your friend says you're not his friend&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the patience&lt;br /&gt;I've been like him once&lt;br /&gt;Now I lie in abeyance&lt;br /&gt;And the other you compliment so fondly&lt;br /&gt;Is such a mess&lt;br /&gt;Come with me and trust me&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you rest&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a page from the book&lt;br /&gt;Of dilligency&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn around some more&lt;br /&gt;I'll try hard to see&lt;br /&gt;You've got a big smile there, girl&lt;br /&gt;It's prone to enchant&lt;br /&gt;Now, please let me ask you&lt;br /&gt;What is your scent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114732367203544938?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114732367203544938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114732367203544938' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114732367203544938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114732367203544938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/05/youve-got-big-smile-there-girl.html' title='You&apos;ve got a big smile there, girl'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114671473881894898</id><published>2006-05-04T04:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:43:13.901Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck and chance'/><title type='text'>The luck and chance poems I - My Hands</title><content type='html'>My hands will take fortunes away&lt;br /&gt;My hands will give fortunes away&lt;br /&gt;It all lingers&lt;br /&gt;On a butterfly beating its wings&lt;br /&gt;As soft, as hard as a dream&lt;br /&gt;The smoke spreads everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man looks at me, his face in reproach&lt;br /&gt;The ideas that run through his head are easy to guess&lt;br /&gt;Numbers, schemes, he does the math&lt;br /&gt;He knows he'll get home a pauper&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on, the dawn is still far away&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what loose spirits&lt;br /&gt;Will come out and play?&lt;br /&gt;My hands keep their tired routine&lt;br /&gt;Trading, dealing, hunting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for their shot&lt;br /&gt;And, when it comes&lt;br /&gt;They'll break you in the glimpse of an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep away&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you will be fortunate&lt;br /&gt;But mostly you won't&lt;br /&gt;My hands will do their job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114671473881894898?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114671473881894898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114671473881894898' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114671473881894898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114671473881894898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/05/luck-and-chance-poems-i-my-hands.html' title='The luck and chance poems I - My Hands'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114618595136769008</id><published>2006-04-28T01:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T01:59:11.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview of doom (but I don't care)</title><content type='html'>You're a very plain girl&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a very complicated guy&lt;br /&gt;You want to wrap yourself in me&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;But do you have to ask my number&lt;br /&gt;As if it was the Grail?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't your mother warn you&lt;br /&gt;About guys like me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get in your pants, nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Although I like playing at seduction&lt;br /&gt;I will trample you and make you cry&lt;br /&gt;And no remorse will be felt&lt;br /&gt;So, don't act all surprised&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you you're no good&lt;br /&gt;Just smile quietly and exit peacefully&lt;br /&gt;And leave me the fuck alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114618595136769008?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114618595136769008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114618595136769008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114618595136769008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114618595136769008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/04/preview-of-doom-but-i-dont-care.html' title='Preview of doom (but I don&apos;t care)'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114541685139890836</id><published>2006-04-19T04:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T04:20:51.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamento do yuppie aprendiz</title><content type='html'>Pouca coisa me falta na vida&lt;br /&gt;Pouca coisa tenho por conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Na ultima&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o dos pormenores de mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;As luzes apagam-se atr&amp;aacute;s de mim&lt;br /&gt;Conduzo o carro pela marginal a cento e cinquenta &amp;agrave; hora&lt;br /&gt;Por uma Lisboa deserta&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas pouco me dizem&lt;br /&gt;Limitam-se a brilhar e &amp;eacute; tudo&lt;br /&gt;Na cal&amp;ccedil;ada, os meus passos&lt;br /&gt;E as l&amp;acirc;mpadas que iluminam publicamente&lt;br /&gt;Chego a casa&lt;br /&gt;Deito o casaco num canto&lt;br /&gt;Sento-me na secret&amp;aacute;ria&lt;br /&gt;E desejo&lt;br /&gt;Algu&amp;eacute;m com quem falar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114541685139890836?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114541685139890836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114541685139890836' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114541685139890836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114541685139890836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/04/lamento-do-yuppie-aprendiz.html' title='Lamento do yuppie aprendiz'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114520592829890637</id><published>2006-04-16T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:15:47.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque não?</title><content type='html'>A habilidade de transmuta&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;Faz bater o cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;Se &amp;eacute; bom, se &amp;eacute; mau&lt;br /&gt;Quem dir&amp;aacute; o que isso &amp;eacute;?&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia, s&amp;oacute; mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que fazem as sinapses disparar&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo tremer&lt;br /&gt;Num torpor descontrolado&lt;br /&gt;Ser breve, ser telegr&amp;aacute;fico&lt;br /&gt;Ser tudo o que sou e n&amp;atilde;o sou&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o me prives&lt;br /&gt;Deste prazer&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o me cortes as asas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu n&amp;atilde;o saberia o que fazer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114520592829890637?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114520592829890637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114520592829890637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114520592829890637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114520592829890637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/04/porque-no.html' title='Porque n&amp;atilde;o?'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114494730107954390</id><published>2006-04-13T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T17:55:01.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And badly</title><content type='html'>It all started with an eye contact on the twenty third night&lt;br /&gt;If we stuck together, we knew the stars would be shining right&lt;br /&gt;It was so simple, so bland and never sweeping&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here and you're with me and we are reaping&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the electricity in the air isn't plugged in properly&lt;br /&gt;But there's a reason even if the words are traded soberly&lt;br /&gt;When our lips touch, sparks fly and moreover&lt;br /&gt;Have no doubt, no matter what, I wanna win you over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad, sometimes, you know that's true&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm messy and careless, but you&lt;br /&gt;Have your smile and your ways and even so&lt;br /&gt;You hug me tight when the train arrives and you have to go&lt;br /&gt;Your hand sweats when it holds mine and it's so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to tell you all of this next time we meet&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm thinking how I'd feel if now you were closer&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, baby, more than anything, I wanna win you over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114494730107954390?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114494730107954390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114494730107954390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114494730107954390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114494730107954390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-badly.html' title='And badly'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114437267314041166</id><published>2006-04-07T02:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T02:17:53.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E quem és tu?</title><content type='html'>Quem diria?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Agrave;s vezes, rogar pragas &amp;agrave; lua d&amp;aacute; resultado&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o sei quantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;As ideias foram todas na corrente do rio&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o sei quantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;Me passaram &amp;aacute;tomos sujos pelas m&amp;atilde;os&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que ela foi uma surpresa&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que ela foi inesperada&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que n&amp;atilde;o sei nada&lt;br /&gt;A n&amp;atilde;o ser que ela sangra treze vezes por ano&lt;br /&gt;A n&amp;atilde;o ser que ela tem olhos&lt;br /&gt;E todas as outras coisas de que um amigo precisa&lt;br /&gt;E isso &amp;eacute; bom o suficiente para mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114437267314041166?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114437267314041166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114437267314041166' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114437267314041166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114437267314041166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/04/e-quem-s-tu.html' title='E quem &amp;eacute;s tu?'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114395411968268838</id><published>2006-04-02T06:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T06:01:59.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A complete blank</title><content type='html'>Tell me some words I might adore&lt;br /&gt;Tell me some things I wish to hear&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a complete wasteland&lt;br /&gt;Everything is bone and swarms of insects&lt;br /&gt;Despising is one thing&lt;br /&gt;Not appearing is another&lt;br /&gt;It was easier to swell and hiss&lt;br /&gt;Now, nothing really gets to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking&lt;br /&gt;Is a mind that makes its echo heard&lt;br /&gt;In this resonance chamber that is my heart&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking&lt;br /&gt;Is butter fingers petting&lt;br /&gt;Is tattoed, mascaraed melodrama&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to work with&lt;br /&gt;Now, no one really excites me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a warning to the careless out there:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is my little tool&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is my little puppet&lt;br /&gt;You'll be immortal through the most dreaded of processes&lt;br /&gt;You'll be a drop of paint, an electric impulse&lt;br /&gt;Something to be awed and gazed at&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around&lt;br /&gt;Waiting with my pen up in the air&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to stab it through your chest&lt;br /&gt;And suck you dry&lt;br /&gt;I never said this would be fair&lt;br /&gt;But this is what you get when you play my sick little game&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking after all&lt;br /&gt;Is for someone to fill the blank&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114395411968268838?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114395411968268838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114395411968268838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114395411968268838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114395411968268838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/04/complete-blank.html' title='A complete blank'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114345106288229078</id><published>2006-03-27T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T10:17:42.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I begin my new life</title><content type='html'>Wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114345106288229078?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114339111638875653</id><published>2006-03-26T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:38:36.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you mean?</title><content type='html'>A gush of wind, two-legged termites&lt;br /&gt;The night is just a wingstroke away&lt;br /&gt;"Want to share a beer?&lt;br /&gt;Want to share a book?&lt;br /&gt;Want to share a life?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not really, but I'll have the beer"&lt;br /&gt;You're not that far away, really&lt;br /&gt;You're not the ultimate hangover&lt;br /&gt;(You know that, don't you?)&lt;br /&gt;We'll run around in circles&lt;br /&gt;We'll beat the escalade&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry to disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;My heart forgot how to love"&lt;br /&gt;"They never do"&lt;br /&gt;"It's obviously your first time on this Earth"&lt;br /&gt;Forget my wit, take my body&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing the dawn recalls&lt;br /&gt;With a pen by my side and my gigantic gestures&lt;br /&gt;Brown stuff coming out of the walls&lt;br /&gt;"Bog Poet?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I mourn too&lt;br /&gt;The answers are all imagined"&lt;br /&gt;But all I have&lt;br /&gt;Are still just my just hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114339111638875653?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114339111638875653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114339111638875653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114339111638875653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114339111638875653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-do-you-mean.html' title='What do you mean?'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114316373870800928</id><published>2006-03-24T01:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:28:58.740Z</updated><title type='text'>Ser patriota</title><content type='html'>Caciques do mar, pobre povo,&lt;br /&gt;Na&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o demente, imoral&lt;br /&gt;Levantai hoje de novo&lt;br /&gt;A vergonha de Portugal!&lt;br /&gt;Entre as brumas da mem&amp;oacute;ria,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Oacute; P&amp;aacute;tria, sente-se a voz&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus egr&amp;eacute;gios av&amp;oacute;s&lt;br /&gt;Ainda odiada em Pret&amp;oacute;ria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Agrave;s armas, &amp;agrave;s armas!&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a terra sobre o mar,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Agrave;s armas, &amp;agrave;s armas!&lt;br /&gt;Pela P&amp;aacute;tria chorar&lt;br /&gt;Contra os chav&amp;otilde;es marchar, marchar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfralda a sangrenta Bandeira,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Agrave; luz viva do teu c&amp;eacute;u!&lt;br /&gt;Brade a Europa &amp;agrave; terra inteira:&lt;br /&gt;Portugal desapareceu&lt;br /&gt;Beija o solo teu jucundo&lt;br /&gt;O oceano, a rugir de dor,&lt;br /&gt;E o teu Bra&amp;ccedil;o esmagador&lt;br /&gt;Deu trag&amp;eacute;dias novas ao mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Agrave;s armas, &amp;agrave;s armas!&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a terra sobre o mar,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Agrave;s armas, &amp;agrave;s armas!&lt;br /&gt;Pela P&amp;aacute;tria chorar&lt;br /&gt;Contra os chav&amp;otilde;es marchar, marchar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudai o Sol que desponta&lt;br /&gt;Sobre um novo porvir;&lt;br /&gt;Veja esta na&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o tonta&lt;br /&gt;O sinal de ressurgir.&lt;br /&gt;Raios dessa aurora forte&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;atilde;o como beijos de m&amp;atilde;e,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos guardam, nos sust&amp;ecirc;m,&lt;br /&gt;Contra as inj&amp;uacute;rias da sorte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Agrave;s armas, &amp;agrave;s armas!&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a terra, sobre o mar,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Agrave;s armas, &amp;agrave;s armas!&lt;br /&gt;Pela P&amp;aacute;tria chorar&lt;br /&gt;Contra os chav&amp;otilde;es marchar, marchar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114316373870800928?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114316373870800928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&amp;eacute; larga, &amp;eacute; no cent&amp;eacute;simo andar de um pr&amp;eacute;dio no meio do nada&lt;br /&gt;Ela pega em loi&amp;ccedil;as e manda-as da janela&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;oacute; pela satisfa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o de ouvir o som que fazem quando chegam l&amp;aacute; abaixo&lt;br /&gt;O vento faz u-u-u-u-u&lt;br /&gt;A casa &amp;eacute; quente, porque o sol est&amp;aacute; mais perto&lt;br /&gt;E as nuvens, de vez em quando, aparecem amea&amp;ccedil;adoramente fora do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ela pensa em todos os deveres que ainda tem para fazer&lt;br /&gt;(N&amp;atilde;o pode chegar atrasada aos caminhos de ferro&lt;br /&gt;Onde o comboio de sangue e dentes espera por ela)&lt;br /&gt;Disseram-lhe uma vez&lt;br /&gt;"Porque n&amp;atilde;o te mudas para a cidade e evitas o inc&amp;oacute;modo de viver no meio do nada?"&lt;br /&gt;E a resposta dela&lt;br /&gt;"Que bem &amp;eacute; que isso me traria?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute; Mar&amp;ccedil;o&lt;br /&gt;A Primavera j&amp;aacute; n&amp;atilde;o deve tardar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114290111189653138?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114290111189653138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114290111189653138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114290111189653138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114290111189653138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/03/palavreado.html' title='Palavreado'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114153022015803632</id><published>2006-03-05T03:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-05T03:43:40.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de vazio (+ excertos de uma carta)</title><content type='html'>O que h&amp;aacute; esta noite?&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o vento a bater nas &amp;aacute;rvores&lt;br /&gt;E absolutamente mais nada&lt;br /&gt;(Passa-me um len&amp;ccedil;o de papel&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de me assoar)&lt;br /&gt;Tenho aqui uma carta a dizer a um amigo meu&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje me sinto metaf&amp;iacute;sico&lt;br /&gt;E &amp;eacute; uma chatice uma pessoa sentir-se metaf&amp;iacute;sica&lt;br /&gt;E n&amp;atilde;o ter ningu&amp;eacute;m com quem conversar sobre o assunto&lt;br /&gt;(Est&amp;aacute; frio&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um aquecedor)&lt;br /&gt;Algu&amp;eacute;m toma banho no andar de baixo&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o v&amp;aacute; fumar agora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114153022015803632?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114153022015803632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114153022015803632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114153022015803632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114153022015803632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/03/um-pouco-de-vazio-excertos-de-uma.html' title='Um pouco de vazio (+ excertos de uma carta)'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114124325953011777</id><published>2006-03-01T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:59:33.983Z</updated><title type='text'>The original party girl</title><content type='html'>You're so pretty in your panties and your soccer bra&lt;br /&gt;You dance right before me and it's so raw&lt;br /&gt;The lights change and I'm instantly in lust&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to go, but if you really must&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to me for a sec, sweetchucks&lt;br /&gt;You know that for just a hundred bucks&lt;br /&gt;I could hire a pro, tried and true&lt;br /&gt;She won't give me half the hassle that you do&lt;br /&gt;But it's you I want, to strangle you tight&lt;br /&gt;To dance until the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;Or until I'm moving inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Any of these is good, any will do&lt;br /&gt;Just don't leave me stranded with my khaki&lt;br /&gt;My car keys and a bottle of Martini&lt;br /&gt;Well, but if the dawn broke already&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here, just keeping it steady&lt;br /&gt;It's probably that time, time to go&lt;br /&gt;You're nowhere to be seen, but no&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want you now in any way&lt;br /&gt;It was the night that forced me to say&lt;br /&gt;The road is long and then I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Warmth lacks, but nothing to reap&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next night, baby, we'll cross paths&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't bet on that, nothing lasts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114124325953011777?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-114123852554679357</id><published>2006-03-01T18:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:42:05.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>I've watched you change into a fly&lt;br /&gt;I looked away, you were on fire&lt;br /&gt;I watched a change in you&lt;br /&gt;It's like you never had wings&lt;br /&gt;And now you feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took you home&lt;br /&gt;Set you on the glass&lt;br /&gt;I pulled off your wings&lt;br /&gt;Then I laughed&lt;br /&gt;I watched a change in you&lt;br /&gt;It's like you never had wings&lt;br /&gt;And now you feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you change&lt;br /&gt;It's like you never had wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the cross, then I look away&lt;br /&gt;Give you the gun to blow me away&lt;br /&gt;I've watched a change in you&lt;br /&gt;It's like you never had wings&lt;br /&gt;And now you feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you change&lt;br /&gt;Now you feel alive&lt;br /&gt;You feel alive&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you change&lt;br /&gt;It's like you never had wings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Deftones - &lt;i&gt;Change (In the house of flies)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114123852554679357?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114123852554679357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114123852554679357' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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est&amp;atilde;o l&amp;aacute; e por isso as rejeitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; uma equa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o dif&amp;iacute;cil&lt;br /&gt;Comp&amp;otilde;e-se apenas de uma cigarrada&lt;br /&gt;Umas quantas imperiais e dois dedos de conversa&lt;br /&gt;Os seus factores s&amp;atilde;o umas chala&amp;ccedil;as sobre bola&lt;br /&gt;E o planear a pr&amp;oacute;xima viagem &amp;agrave; Ilha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; complicado, a s&amp;eacute;rio que n&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;Compramos os bilhetes de cinema&lt;br /&gt;E trocamos piadas sobre porque &amp;eacute; que a actriz principal &amp;eacute; t&amp;atilde;o gorda&lt;br /&gt;Fazemos um churrasco, tomamos um caf&amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;E contamos os segundos at&amp;eacute; &amp;agrave; pr&amp;oacute;xima passagem de ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por todas as voltas da vida&lt;br /&gt;E por todas as rasteiras que ela nos prega&lt;br /&gt;Sentamo-nos a uma mesa, jog&amp;aacute;mos &amp;agrave;s cartas&lt;br /&gt;E escondemo-nos l&amp;aacute; at&amp;eacute; que tudo passe&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o se preocupem, por favor n&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;Eu pago a pr&amp;oacute;xima rodada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Agrave;s vezes, esqueces-te das mais simples m&amp;atilde;os que te podem estender&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Agrave;s vezes, esqueces-te dos teus amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114049076267155117?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114049076267155117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114049076267155117' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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free&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be what you need&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it at all&lt;br /&gt;I was born so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I rot in my skin&lt;br /&gt;As a piece of me dies every day&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm nothing&lt;br /&gt;I know there's nothing I can say&lt;br /&gt;To change&lt;br /&gt;The judgement in their ways&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be what you need &lt;br /&gt;Can't help it at all&lt;br /&gt;My love was so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good enough but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm good enough but I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;I'm good enough but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;The sun is out but I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;(I can go)&lt;br /&gt;I'm good enough but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;The sun is out but I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;(I can go)&lt;br /&gt;I'm good enough but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;The sun is out but I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;(I can go)&lt;br /&gt;I'm good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I don't look what I see staring back at me&lt;br /&gt;Everything is clearer&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see what you see&lt;br /&gt;And I rot in my skin&lt;br /&gt;As a piece of me dies every day&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm nothing&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ugly&lt;/i&gt; - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-114003771010411679?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/114003771010411679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=114003771010411679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114003771010411679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/114003771010411679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/02/theres-reason.html' title='There&apos;s a reason'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113987856594784290</id><published>2006-02-14T00:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:56:06.003Z</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I could spot you&lt;br /&gt;Through all the words that were spoken&lt;br /&gt;(It had a ring so familiar&lt;br /&gt;And yet so distant...)&lt;br /&gt;All the cigarrette smoke that covered you&lt;br /&gt;All the smiles you had&lt;br /&gt;You were different&lt;br /&gt;I was different&lt;br /&gt;It's probably better this way&lt;br /&gt;We'll have everything accounted for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always told you there was no use in growing up&lt;br /&gt;But you persisted and waved your flag&lt;br /&gt;It's become quite unconsequential by now&lt;br /&gt;We'll never know&lt;br /&gt;But I'll say thank you for everything&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wish you all you could ask for&lt;br /&gt;Just for everything you were to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113987856594784290?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113987856594784290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113987856594784290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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gente&lt;br /&gt;O ditado que &amp;eacute; meu&lt;br /&gt;E o peso do presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos &amp;agrave; Rua do Crime!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ao Bairro Alto!&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me redime&lt;br /&gt;Que me causa sobressalto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora o que dizes&lt;br /&gt;E que nunca disseste antes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute; o mesmo, sem ra&amp;iacute;zes&lt;br /&gt;Reformulado e inconstante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem luzes caminharei&lt;br /&gt;Sem luzes e sem perd&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;O que tu fazes, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; mais que dizer n&amp;atilde;o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113968854143911302?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113968854143911302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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para observar o movimento da terra. N&amp;atilde;o seria a mesma coisa que voltar &amp;agrave; praia, obviamente, mas seria o suficiente sentir as plantas a crescerem, a humidade da terra, uma minhoca ou outra, indiferente a mim, a Ela, ao Mago, a Tr&amp;ecirc;s e a quem mais vivesse naquela ilha. Havia uma, n&amp;atilde;o muito longe das traseiras da casa do Anci&amp;atilde;o. Sentei-me, cruzei as pernas, ouvi os sons e tentei sentir a pulsa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o das &amp;aacute;rvores, o ritmo do mundo que me rodeava. Nada disso veio. Apenas o sil&amp;ecirc;ncio, um sil&amp;ecirc;ncio com que eu n&amp;atilde;o contava, um sil&amp;ecirc;ncio, n&amp;atilde;o de sons, mas de sentidos. Fechei mais os olhos, tentando concentrar-me. Nada. Abri os olhos novamente. &amp;Agrave; minha frente, algu&amp;eacute;m, usando uma M&amp;aacute;scara simples, parecia olhar-me sem se mexer. Assustei-me com o inesperado da situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o e recuei, rastejando pelo ch&amp;atilde;o. Ele continuou a n&amp;atilde;o se mexer. J&amp;aacute; mais de longe e ligeiramente mais calmo - mas ainda assustado - observei-o e, especialmente, &amp;agrave; M&amp;aacute;scara, com mais aten&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o. Era uma M&amp;aacute;scara simples, com fendas para os olhos e para o nariz. Apenas a boca estava esculpida de uma maneira estranha, nomeadamente porque parecia uma cobra com o rabo a apontar para baixo e a cabe&amp;ccedil;a para cima. [...] Abriu as palmas das m&amp;atilde;os e f&amp;ecirc;-las bater uma contra a outra duas vezes. Num repente, toda a ilha me passou diante dos olhos. Todas as praias, todas as &amp;aacute;rvores, todos os animais e at&amp;eacute; as casas. Eu deixei de ser eu, eu era Ela, eu era Tr&amp;ecirc;s, eu era o Anci&amp;atilde;o, o Vendedor e at&amp;eacute; o Mago que eu nunca tinha visto. Eu sentia o que eles sentiam, cheirava o que eles cheiravam, percebia tudo o que eles percebiam, compreendia todas as raz&amp;otilde;es e todas as ideias, sabia tudo o que havia para saber, ainda que n&amp;atilde;o soubesse exactamente o que isso era. N&amp;atilde;o durou mais de um segundo. Quando voltei a mim, estava a cair no ch&amp;atilde;o e uma grande bolha que se tinha formado &amp;agrave; minha volta rebentava, deixando-me coberto com o material pegajoso de que era constitu&amp;iacute;da.[...] Jurei que conseguia ouvir um som como uma tempestade que se forma ao longe. Mas o c&amp;eacute;u estava limpo. O som desapareceu t&amp;atilde;o depressa como tinha vindo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113951268463998868?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113951268463998868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113951268463998868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113951268463998868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113951268463998868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/02/ilha-de-mim.html' title='Ilha de mim'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113925781532601111</id><published>2006-02-06T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:30:15.386Z</updated><title type='text'>How every mermaid sings</title><content type='html'>I wish him luck&lt;br /&gt;I wish him away&lt;br /&gt;I really wish he has his way&lt;br /&gt;I wish he gets&lt;br /&gt;All he wants&lt;br /&gt;But not me and not today&lt;br /&gt;I really hope&lt;br /&gt;He'll be there someday&lt;br /&gt;I just wish to be kept at bay&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he's nice&lt;br /&gt;And what he says&lt;br /&gt;Would provoke a song from any other mermaid&lt;br /&gt;If it's not me&lt;br /&gt;Standing in his fray&lt;br /&gt;I really hope he makes it big&lt;br /&gt;And makes any other mermaid sing&lt;br /&gt;(But not me and not today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113925781532601111?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113925781532601111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113925781532601111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113925781532601111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113925781532601111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-every-mermaid-sings.html' title='How every mermaid sings'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113884537669567027</id><published>2006-02-02T01:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:56:16.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Wallowing</title><content type='html'>Don't you know that's bad for business?&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the slip in your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know there's no way out?&lt;br /&gt;From this never ending carnival&lt;br /&gt;A point of view&lt;br /&gt;Amid all the dots that form this way&lt;br /&gt;There's something old&lt;br /&gt;But it will bend us tight tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'm always searching for something that's never really there&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know it's the whole world that's right?&lt;br /&gt;Even if bells and whistles don't make it&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure something will&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I miss my time&lt;br /&gt;The one that went by&lt;br /&gt;And that's stored today in some far away corner&lt;br /&gt;In my head&lt;br /&gt;I miss what should have been and should have not been&lt;br /&gt;But, on the contrary, it never was&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;I miss myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113884537669567027?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113884537669567027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113884537669567027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113884537669567027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113884537669567027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/02/wallowing.html' title='Wallowing'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113858530857537519</id><published>2006-01-30T01:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-30T01:41:48.656Z</updated><title type='text'>Vi o Elvis no centro comercial</title><content type='html'>Naquelas noites em que chove e n&amp;atilde;o h&amp;aacute; lua&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;aacute;-la tua&lt;br /&gt;Todas as hip&amp;oacute;teses nesta terra s&amp;atilde;o feitas de barro&lt;br /&gt;"Vai um cigarro?"&lt;br /&gt;Aqui est&amp;aacute; o objectivo de subir as escadas&lt;br /&gt;As propostas negadas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre subindo, sempre em frente&lt;br /&gt;E aqui est&amp;aacute; mais uma mente demente&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem verdadeiramente um rabo bestial&lt;br /&gt;E a cara dela &amp;eacute; tal e qual&lt;br /&gt;A que imagin&amp;aacute;mos para aquela figura angelical&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o h&amp;aacute; madrugada e n&amp;atilde;o h&amp;aacute; limites&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o h&amp;aacute; caras tristes mas h&amp;aacute; convites&lt;br /&gt;Ali passa mais uma e sim, &amp;eacute; verdade, &amp;eacute; bela&lt;br /&gt;Diz o meu amigo que n&amp;atilde;o se importava de se meter nela&lt;br /&gt;E eu concordo, aceno a cabe&amp;ccedil;a&lt;br /&gt;E mentalmente espero que ela o pe&amp;ccedil;a&lt;br /&gt;E emborco mais um, esperar para qu&amp;ecirc;?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute; alucinante a velocidade a que se v&amp;ecirc;&lt;br /&gt;O desfile de bra&amp;ccedil;os, acenando como quem l&amp;ecirc;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade escondida atr&amp;aacute;s dos nossos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Como vemos roupas, sapatos e folhos&lt;br /&gt;E como nos esquecemos do amanh&amp;atilde;&lt;br /&gt;Disfar&amp;ccedil;ados por uma express&amp;atilde;o v&amp;atilde;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim da rua, h&amp;aacute; cacos e gritos&lt;br /&gt;De fantasmas b&amp;ecirc;bados e aflitos&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqui apenas uma marcha mental&lt;br /&gt;E a admira&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o daquele rabo bestial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113858530857537519?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113858530857537519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113858530857537519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113858530857537519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113858530857537519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/vi-o-elvis-no-centro-comercial.html' title='Vi o Elvis no centro comercial'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113857598468911058</id><published>2006-01-29T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:06:24.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"All my life, I've had this strange feeling there's something big and sinister going on in the world."&lt;br /&gt;"No, that's perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the universe gets that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113857598468911058?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113857598468911058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113857598468911058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113857598468911058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113857598468911058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-my-life-ive-had-this-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113848117795571838</id><published>2006-01-28T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:46:18.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Clear</title><content type='html'>All I have is an image&lt;br /&gt;A certain amount of imagination&lt;br /&gt;To keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;All I have is this picture&lt;br /&gt;Buried deep in my head&lt;br /&gt;Of how the world shouldn't be round&lt;br /&gt;As I have no skin to make me sin&lt;br /&gt;As I have no cult to make me lost&lt;br /&gt;As I have nothing to destroy&lt;br /&gt;This is overtly useless&lt;br /&gt;And I'm terribly vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all a clear idea&lt;br /&gt;A few millenia ago&lt;br /&gt;It was all simple&lt;br /&gt;As simple can be&lt;br /&gt;But someone made a mess&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it was me&lt;br /&gt;And it cost dearly&lt;br /&gt;To the roundness of the world&lt;br /&gt;It was all ABC&lt;br /&gt;It is now a memory&lt;br /&gt;Vultures circle above me&lt;br /&gt;And I try to rest&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that sometime, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright again&lt;br /&gt;Only to go back to what I have already seen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113848117795571838?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113848117795571838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113848117795571838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113848117795571838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113848117795571838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/clear.html' title='Clear'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113823203036874217</id><published>2006-01-25T23:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:33:50.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Estranys llenguatges</title><content type='html'>Tenes un rei al cos&lt;br /&gt;Tenes tevas seguretats&lt;br /&gt;Que pensas sempre novas&lt;br /&gt;Que m'en fet malalt&lt;br /&gt;Si voles aix&amp;iacute; tant &amp;eacute;sser &amp;uacute;nica&lt;br /&gt;Mira-te al mirall i me trovar&amp;aacute;s&lt;br /&gt;Amb bra&amp;ccedil;s oberts&lt;br /&gt;Amb tota la bogeria del m&amp;oacute;n&lt;br /&gt;Llest per te con&amp;egrave;ixer&lt;br /&gt;Llest per te destruir&lt;br /&gt;Mes encara sense teu por&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No &amp;eacute;sseras &amp;uacute;nica&lt;br /&gt;Com tots els&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute;sseras nom&amp;eacute;s lo que te han dit&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute;sseras nul&amp;nbsp;la per mi&lt;br /&gt;U espectre&lt;br /&gt;Que pinta mes somnis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113823203036874217?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113823203036874217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113823203036874217' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you could have been number one&lt;br /&gt;If you only found the time&lt;br /&gt;And you could have ruled the whole world&lt;br /&gt;If you had the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been number one&lt;br /&gt;And you could have ruled the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And we could have had so much fun&lt;br /&gt;But you blew it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;And this is nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know what you've done&lt;br /&gt;But I'll give you a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been number one&lt;br /&gt;If you only had the chance&lt;br /&gt;And you could have ruled the whole world&lt;br /&gt;If you had the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been number one&lt;br /&gt;And you could have ruled the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And we could have had so much fun&lt;br /&gt;But you blew it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been number one&lt;br /&gt;And you could have ruled the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And we could have had so much fun&lt;br /&gt;But you blew it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Muse, &lt;i&gt;Uno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113815291263409659?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113815291263409659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113815291263409659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113815291263409659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113815291263409659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/notice-pattern-here.html' title='Notice a pattern here?'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113761827631359775</id><published>2006-01-18T21:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:04:36.383Z</updated><title type='text'>This is hard, this is very hard</title><content type='html'>Burning hands, burning face&lt;br /&gt;Tread away from the disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Mainly, it's the lovers that get by&lt;br /&gt;They have ways of killing time&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to see&lt;br /&gt;The sight of being free&lt;br /&gt;But it's so hard, it's so hard&lt;br /&gt;Give me a penny for each scar&lt;br /&gt;I burn, I hate&lt;br /&gt;I try hard to infiltrate&lt;br /&gt;I turn around the other way&lt;br /&gt;Still now knowing what I say&lt;br /&gt;She's off to Mokaccino&lt;br /&gt;He's her big Bambino&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be run over by his car&lt;br /&gt;So close and yet so far&lt;br /&gt;If you play your cards right&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be lonely at night&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just me&lt;br /&gt;Drifting apart endlessly&lt;br /&gt;This is hard, this is very hard&lt;br /&gt;So close and yet so far&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;As close as I can be&lt;br /&gt;But it still hurts deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Losing even when I abide&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I'm this or that&lt;br /&gt;I'll only be more flat&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if someone cares&lt;br /&gt;But if they do, they will be there&lt;br /&gt;They won't run off to take the bait&lt;br /&gt;Of things less complicate&lt;br /&gt;So, this is me and this does mar&lt;br /&gt;So close and yet so far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113761827631359775?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113761827631359775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113761827631359775' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113761827631359775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113761827631359775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-hard-this-is-very-hard.html' title='This is hard, this is very hard'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113754704707154789</id><published>2006-01-18T01:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:17:27.133Z</updated><title type='text'>I know you won't mind at all</title><content type='html'>If I say I don't have time for you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing with my puppets (again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113754704707154789?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113754704707154789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113754704707154789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Por alguma raz&amp;atilde;o, sempre achei que aquele ciclo em que o sol aparecia de um lado e desaparecia do outro se repetiria at&amp;eacute; &amp;agrave; exaust&amp;atilde;o, que a lua seguiria o seu ritmo normal, nova, crescente, cheia, minguante, at&amp;eacute; que ca&amp;iacute;sse do c&amp;eacute;u. Por alguma raz&amp;atilde;o sempre achei que ia acabar naquela praia, passando os dias todos da mesma forma e que, quando finalmente a minha vez tivesse chegado, os meus ossos fossem comidos pela areia e esquecidos, enquanto a minha carne serviria de farta refei&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o a um grupo de vermes sortudos que por acaso ali estivesse na altura.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que n&amp;atilde;o me lembro de ter chegado. N&amp;atilde;o era que tivesse um sentido de me ter esquecido do que &amp;eacute; que tinha acontecido antes. N&amp;atilde;o estava naquele estado amn&amp;eacute;sico em que uma pessoa se tenta recordar desesperadamente do antes, porque, muito honestamente, n&amp;atilde;o conseguia sentir que houvesse um antes, n&amp;atilde;o conseguia sentir que houvesse mais alguma coisa para tr&amp;aacute;s, n&amp;atilde;o conseguia sentir que eu tivesse um passado e, se tinha, n&amp;atilde;o era certamente nada que valesse a pena recordar. Era como se j&amp;aacute; tivesse nascido ali, naquele peda&amp;ccedil;o entre o mar e meia d&amp;uacute;zia de &amp;aacute;rvores que se viam ao fundo, como se tivesse estado eternamente sentado a olhar para as estrelas, o sol, as ondula&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es do mar e tudo o que se via naquele peda&amp;ccedil;o in&amp;oacute;spito de terra. Pelo menos, at&amp;eacute; ao dia em que resolvi levantar-me e ver o resto da ilha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113702256506100373?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113702256506100373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113702256506100373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113702256506100373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113702256506100373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/ilha-de-mim.html' title='Ilha de mim'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113700581302569543</id><published>2006-01-11T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:56:53.026Z</updated><title type='text'>I wish her safe from harm</title><content type='html'>Speed kills coming down the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Speed kills coming down the street&lt;br /&gt;Speed kills with presence of mind&lt;br /&gt;Speed kills if you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Got to feel, woke up inside again&lt;br /&gt;Got to feel less broke, more fixed&lt;br /&gt;Got to feel when I got outside myself&lt;br /&gt;Got to feel when I touched your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The things we do to the people that we love&lt;br /&gt;The way we break if there's something we can't take&lt;br /&gt;Destroy the world that we took so long to make&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We expect her gone for some time&lt;br /&gt;I wish her safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;To find yourself in a foreign land&lt;br /&gt;Another refugee, outsider refugee&lt;br /&gt;How's it feel? She's coming up roses&lt;br /&gt;How's it feel? She's coming up sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How's it feel when it's all in spite of you?&lt;br /&gt;How's it feel when she's out of your reach?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we do to the people that we love&lt;br /&gt;The way we break if there's something in the way&lt;br /&gt;Destroy the world that we took so long to make&lt;br /&gt;We expect her gone for some time&lt;br /&gt;I wish her safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;To find yourself in a foreign land&lt;br /&gt;Another refugee, outsider refugee&lt;br /&gt;What happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Bush, &lt;i&gt;The people that we love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113700581302569543?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113700581302569543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113700581302569543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113700581302569543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113700581302569543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wish-her-safe-from-harm_11.html' title='I wish her safe from harm'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113684762831258966</id><published>2006-01-09T22:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:00:28.323Z</updated><title type='text'>E tu?</title><content type='html'>Talvez&lt;br /&gt;Nada me chama menos que este silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Nada me perturba mais&lt;br /&gt;Foste tu&lt;br /&gt;Foste tu a última pessoa com quem falei hoje&lt;br /&gt;(A casa agora está silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;Não há fantasmas nem passos)&lt;br /&gt;E eu só queria que preenchesses este silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Apenas isso, mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Talvez&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o facto de eu ser assim assimétrico me prenda&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o facto de ser tendencialmente suicida assuste&lt;br /&gt;A verdade&lt;br /&gt;É que às vezes desejo ser como alguns&lt;br /&gt;Que trocam de pessoas como quem troca de camisa&lt;br /&gt;A verdade&lt;br /&gt;É que às vezes desejo que estejas aqui&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que ao pé de ti represente muito bem o meu papel&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que ao pé de ti desenhe figuras no ar&lt;br /&gt;(Às vezes acho que há em mim algo de inominável&lt;br /&gt;Algo que ninguém consegue explicar&lt;br /&gt;Mas que qualquer um vê bem à sua frente&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estou presente)&lt;br /&gt;E agora?&lt;br /&gt;Falas com monstros imaginários todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Até convidaste um para dançar&lt;br /&gt;Que história? Nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a areia escorrendo pelos meus dedos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113684762831258966?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113684762831258966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113684762831258966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113684762831258966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113684762831258966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/e-tu.html' title='E tu?'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113648902098890911</id><published>2006-01-05T19:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:23:41.036Z</updated><title type='text'>You're the truth, not I</title><content type='html'>I know this girl&lt;br /&gt;That says loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;That she just wants to sleep around&lt;br /&gt;That she likes handsome men&lt;br /&gt;Preferably, with money, but that's not a requisite&lt;br /&gt;Preferably, with smooth talk and dreamy eyes&lt;br /&gt;And good clothes&lt;br /&gt;"I was never looking for love, I just made a fool of myself"&lt;br /&gt;I asked her "Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't you just heard what I said?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I did, it's just that I think I love you&lt;br /&gt;Since you're the most honest woman I have ever met"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folds in reality&lt;br /&gt;And the juggling of feelings going around&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me I'm shit, really&lt;br /&gt;I prefer it&lt;br /&gt;To the constant balancing of your social reflexes&lt;br /&gt;And your truly rotten heart&lt;br /&gt;(Or should I say your truly common heart?&lt;br /&gt;It's not like you're an exception or anything)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is true, is not what I think it's true&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you consider true, you know it deep down&lt;br /&gt;That it isn't really true&lt;br /&gt;The truth is manifold&lt;br /&gt;What your lips whisper is nothing but bullshit&lt;br /&gt;(Your eyes betray you)&lt;br /&gt;I never stood a chance, I never will&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me that and leave me the fuck alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113648902098890911?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113633699862005656</id><published>2006-01-04T01:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T01:09:58.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Staples Center</title><content type='html'>What did you get from the bargain?&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of dead Indians&lt;br /&gt;Two dead Kings that never came back&lt;br /&gt;A big smile on your face and a stain in your tie&lt;br /&gt;Your roots are nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Your roots are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;(Even those red-faced bastards had some part in it)&lt;br /&gt;What did you ever expect to get?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you have it by now&lt;br /&gt;From Gaza to Bali, everyone agrees&lt;br /&gt;That those two hundred years were well spent&lt;br /&gt;You really pull a lot of strings&lt;br /&gt;And you really have a lot of barren land&lt;br /&gt;Was that it?&lt;br /&gt;Rewind your VCR&lt;br /&gt;See all that was left behind&lt;br /&gt;And you understand why your own children start neglecting you&lt;br /&gt;They say "You weren't like that in your youth"&lt;br /&gt;And you tell them to leave the house&lt;br /&gt;And nurture for themselves&lt;br /&gt;And that's when they invade Rodeo Drive, screaming&lt;br /&gt;And that's when Atlantic City must clean its mess&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I still can see under your military garments&lt;br /&gt;I know you're bold and brave&lt;br /&gt;I know you have what it takes&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to say I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus has fed you so many drugs and alcohol&lt;br /&gt;That I don't know if you'll ever come back&lt;br /&gt;That I don't know if we should wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why do you need us to be scared of you?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you need to be so sickeningly obssessed with that dark stuff&lt;br /&gt;While afraid the sun will blind your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Stand proud but not stupid&lt;br /&gt;And we might talk again someday&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, am looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;(The little boy smiled, it'll all be well&lt;br /&gt;The little boy smiled, it'll all be well)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113633699862005656?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113633699862005656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113633699862005656' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Desde as tr&amp;ecirc;s da tarde, hora em que acordei&lt;br /&gt;Foi ao ver a beleza delas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu percebi que estava de facto acordado&lt;br /&gt;E que esta Loul&amp;eacute;, pachorrenta, me envolvia&lt;br /&gt;E que nunca me livrarei verdadeiramente dela&lt;br /&gt;E que nem todos os cigarros do mundo, fumados em cadeia&lt;br /&gt;Me livrar&amp;atilde;o deste &lt;i&gt;mal du vivre&lt;/i&gt; de algibeira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113589353054997372?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113589353054997372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113589353054997372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pequeno desentendimento&lt;br /&gt;Eram tr&amp;ecirc;s horas e n&amp;atilde;o havia ningu&amp;eacute;m na rua&lt;br /&gt;Excepto os vendedores de gelados&lt;br /&gt;Feitos abutres pelo vento que passava&lt;br /&gt;E nenhum deles conseguia explicar&lt;br /&gt;Por que raz&amp;atilde;o tinha ela&lt;br /&gt;Escolhido ficar assim&lt;br /&gt;Os ecos ressoavam por toda a cidade&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto as est&amp;aacute;tuas caiam&lt;br /&gt;Vergadas pelo peso dos segredos&lt;br /&gt;Novas ideias brotavam como flores&lt;br /&gt;(Mas ningu&amp;eacute;m as ouvia)&lt;br /&gt;Do alto de um dos arranha-c&amp;eacute;us&lt;br /&gt;Ele observava&lt;br /&gt;Fumando pacientemente&lt;br /&gt;Observava as supernovas e os fogos de artif&amp;iacute;cio&lt;br /&gt;Observava-a enquanto ela orbitava a Terra&lt;br /&gt;E sabia&lt;br /&gt;Sem outra seguran&amp;ccedil;a que n&amp;atilde;o fosse a do saber&lt;br /&gt;Que entre as ancas dela encontraria a reden&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;Que pelos l&amp;aacute;bios dela acharia a salva&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;Se n&amp;atilde;o fosse ela estar t&amp;atilde;o fria e flutuar t&amp;atilde;o alto&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, o sol teria de se p&amp;ocirc;r&lt;br /&gt;E as ruas estariam novamente cheias&lt;br /&gt;E ela desintegraria-se inevitalmente pela eros&amp;atilde;o do v&amp;aacute;cuo&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre&lt;br /&gt;Como em todas as longas solenidades&lt;br /&gt;Esta s&amp;oacute; acabaria ao alvorecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113565770363461449?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113565770363461449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113565770363461449' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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wall&lt;br /&gt;I just had to call, had to&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m not the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who will run with a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Open up your room&lt;br /&gt;Open up your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One six two seven eight&lt;br /&gt;Two six three seven eight nine&lt;br /&gt;Where&amp;rsquo;s your daddy now?&lt;br /&gt;I heard he ran away&lt;br /&gt;Who are you, girl?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I&amp;rsquo;m so bored with myself&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, any time and any place&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ll just hang around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Open up your room&lt;br /&gt;Open up your arms&lt;br /&gt;One six two seven eight&lt;br /&gt;Two six three seven eight nine&lt;br /&gt;Open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Open up your room&lt;br /&gt;Open up your arms&lt;br /&gt;Open up your door&lt;br /&gt;Open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Open up your room&lt;br /&gt;Open up your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Queens of the Stone Age, &lt;i&gt;Regular John&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113479192512282646?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113479192512282646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113479192512282646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113479192512282646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113479192512282646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-fits-all-way.html' title='It fits all the way'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113468820948698305</id><published>2005-12-15T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:10:09.553Z</updated><title type='text'>Inversamente proporcional</title><content type='html'>Sabes que mais?&lt;br /&gt;Isto nunca foi acerca de ti&lt;br /&gt;Isto nunca foi acerca dos teus coment&amp;aacute;rios nervosos&lt;br /&gt;Ou acerca dos teus medos psicotr&amp;oacute;picos&lt;br /&gt;Isto nunca foi acerca de como eu e tu poder&amp;iacute;amos conquistar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Foi s&amp;oacute; acerca de mim&lt;br /&gt;Foi s&amp;oacute; acerca do meu vazio&lt;br /&gt;E dos meus olhos cansados&lt;br /&gt;E, se agora procuras o instante repetido&lt;br /&gt;E, se agora procuras ser ego&amp;iacute;sta&lt;br /&gt;Tamb&amp;eacute;m eu o fa&amp;ccedil;o&lt;br /&gt;(Apesar de, como tu mesma me garantiste&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem servir para foder&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou s&amp;oacute; eu e serei sempre eu&lt;br /&gt;Nada o poder&amp;aacute; mudar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passearei pelas ruas de todas estas cidades&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Vendo caras e paix&amp;otilde;es e frustra&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es mal contidas&lt;br /&gt;(Que eu conhe&amp;ccedil;o melhor que qualquer outra pessoa)&lt;br /&gt;Vendo vis&amp;otilde;es fugazes de beleza e imaginando&lt;br /&gt;A imagina&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; tudo o que me resta&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho celebrarei, sozinho chorarei&lt;br /&gt;Porque, ambos sabemos, mesmo que a moeda ca&amp;iacute;sse de p&amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho contemplaria o p&amp;ocirc;r do sol&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu, mesmo tornada Circe pela for&amp;ccedil;a incontrol&amp;aacute;vel das minhas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Serias apenas tu&lt;br /&gt;E nunca saberias&lt;br /&gt;Como entrar nesta pris&amp;atilde;o de osso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113468820948698305?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113468820948698305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113468820948698305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113468820948698305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113468820948698305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/12/inversamente-proporcional.html' title='Inversamente proporcional'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113434725574829557</id><published>2005-12-12T00:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T00:27:35.890Z</updated><title type='text'>If Mr. Emo calls, tell Him I'm jerking off</title><content type='html'>Ahahah&lt;br /&gt;This is me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, my man&lt;br /&gt;This is the night before the day where I'll see&lt;br /&gt;If this really means anything or is just another flight of fancy&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I really don't care&lt;br /&gt;Clear eyes, looking ahead&lt;br /&gt;If He calls, just tell Him I'm jerking off&lt;br /&gt;Tell Him I don't give a shit&lt;br /&gt;Because right now, I can make the sun set&lt;br /&gt;And all of this on my own&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come on, let me laugh&lt;br /&gt;For this one time&lt;br /&gt;Let me experience this one truly great moment&lt;br /&gt;Before everything capsizes&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the world and all that crap&lt;br /&gt;We're all going to die, yes&lt;br /&gt;But some of us will live&lt;br /&gt;Some of us will know exactly the point where their rugged lives began&lt;br /&gt;(Not that I'm one of them, but still)&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go and dance in the rain"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113434725574829557?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113434725574829557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113434725574829557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113434725574829557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113434725574829557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-mr-emo-calls-tell-him-im-jerking.html' title='If Mr. Emo calls, tell Him I&apos;m jerking off'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113381282792879540</id><published>2005-12-05T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T20:00:27.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Um espelho que não reflecte</title><content type='html'>Se sou assim t&amp;atilde;o especial&lt;br /&gt;Porque me sinto como um dos outros&lt;br /&gt;T&amp;atilde;o vulgar, t&amp;atilde;o normal?&lt;br /&gt;Se sou assim t&amp;atilde;o fenomenal&lt;br /&gt;Porque &amp;eacute; que n&amp;atilde;o me sinto no meio do c&amp;iacute;rculo?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma &amp;oacute;rbita aborrecida&lt;br /&gt;E t&amp;atilde;o igual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja apenas um dia de incerteza&lt;br /&gt;E amanh&amp;atilde; voltes, cintilante&lt;br /&gt;Com as tuas palavras de leveza&lt;br /&gt;E as ideias que voam na minha cabe&amp;ccedil;a&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenham uma base&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez sejam apenas ideias&lt;br /&gt;Rudes, brutas, sem beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que sei &amp;eacute; que tenho sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre os tive e sempre os terei&lt;br /&gt;E talvez eles te sejam estranhos&lt;br /&gt;Talvez sejam enganos tamanhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas s&amp;atilde;o tudo o que j&amp;aacute; alcancei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(E, quando &amp;agrave; noite, vermos chamas a arder&lt;br /&gt;A nossa sorte decidida por cavalos a correr&lt;br /&gt;Talvez me digas, talvez te diga eu&lt;br /&gt;Que somos mais, que temos mais&lt;br /&gt;Que o que algu&amp;eacute;m alguma vez nos deu&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez fiques calada&lt;br /&gt;Pedra sublime, parada&lt;br /&gt;Em pasmo e terror do breu...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113381282792879540?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113381282792879540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113381282792879540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113381282792879540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113381282792879540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/12/um-espelho-que-no-reflecte.html' title='Um espelho que n&amp;atilde;o reflecte'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113314052489950152</id><published>2005-11-28T01:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:15:24.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>I hope you now miss the times&lt;br /&gt;Where there was honey and wine&lt;br /&gt;Where I listened to your every word&lt;br /&gt;I'd bite my way to your core&lt;br /&gt;I hope you now see what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Your hand is soft, but it is worn&lt;br /&gt;I hope you miss when I cried&lt;br /&gt;I hope you miss when you lied&lt;br /&gt;I hope you now know how I felt&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to die away and melt&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel like this, I really do&lt;br /&gt;Because I sure as hell miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you see how I was lost&lt;br /&gt;And my hurt and its cost&lt;br /&gt;I hope you suffer and wither badly&lt;br /&gt;Like I did, and just as sadly&lt;br /&gt;I hope you miss all the conversations&lt;br /&gt;My passion and its implications&lt;br /&gt;I hope you miss how I was there&lt;br /&gt;Always sure and never scared&lt;br /&gt;And how I was a rock in stormy days&lt;br /&gt;(Or how I showed - I wasn't so great)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you miss all that, I really do&lt;br /&gt;Because I sure as hell miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I told you? I was never kidding&lt;br /&gt;There is heartbreak and there is chilling&lt;br /&gt;So, if you want to run, yes, I'll run too&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been a long time without you&lt;br /&gt;And I sure as hell miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113314052489950152?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113314052489950152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113314052489950152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113314052489950152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113314052489950152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/11/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113279453504152979</id><published>2005-11-24T01:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T01:08:55.096Z</updated><title type='text'>Conjurer</title><content type='html'>They said "No, no, no"&lt;br /&gt;And I went "Go, go, go"&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing&lt;br /&gt;Really nothing&lt;br /&gt;If it still moves&lt;br /&gt;This was for the stint&lt;br /&gt;But you made it look like lint&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;Really listen&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are borderline&lt;br /&gt;Than it's just this time&lt;br /&gt;That you play&lt;br /&gt;You will play&lt;br /&gt;Like never before&lt;br /&gt;And nausea kicks right in&lt;br /&gt;Asking where have you been&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Never knew&lt;br /&gt;You never told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE... BE... DRAGONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will run away from blood&lt;br /&gt;That we never understood&lt;br /&gt;And we won't dream&lt;br /&gt;Finish the dream&lt;br /&gt;Like it never happenned&lt;br /&gt;For one last performance&lt;br /&gt;We will say it's remembrance&lt;br /&gt;And things&lt;br /&gt;Lots of thing&lt;br /&gt;We'd be better off without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113279453504152979?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113279453504152979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113279453504152979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113279453504152979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113279453504152979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/11/conjurer.html' title='Conjurer'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113218999857959004</id><published>2005-11-17T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:13:18.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Os malefícios do tabaco</title><content type='html'>I'll fill you up sometime&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I split in two&lt;br /&gt;I will be beat&lt;br /&gt;By the powers of higher magnitude&lt;br /&gt;I thought the ways were mended&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm dual&lt;br /&gt;I am arrested by&lt;br /&gt;Some railroad guards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never thought it was really something&lt;br /&gt;Your ways&lt;br /&gt;They never noticed how it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it comes up in bends (it does)&lt;br /&gt;It twists&lt;br /&gt;I am void and null&lt;br /&gt;I ascend&lt;br /&gt;You said something, you whispered something&lt;br /&gt;I could not hear&lt;br /&gt;I hope it said&lt;br /&gt;Let's try this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are sheets and something else in my mind&lt;br /&gt;(Let me fuck you)&lt;br /&gt;People come in twos&lt;br /&gt;Whatever barrier was holding me in place&lt;br /&gt;It has a hole in it&lt;br /&gt;Is it big enough for me to slide through?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But I'll soon find out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113218999857959004?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113218999857959004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113218999857959004' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113218999857959004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113218999857959004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/11/os-malefcios-do-tabaco.html' title='Os malef&amp;iacute;cios do tabaco'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113156846464153294</id><published>2005-11-09T20:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:34:24.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Beijos na cabeça</title><content type='html'>Ah, n&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez n&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;(Sabes a laca de cabelo)&lt;br /&gt;Sentar-me a uma mesa de um caf&amp;eacute; qualquer&lt;br /&gt;E haver conversa&lt;br /&gt;Haver certos modos conversacionais&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute; sempre qualquer coisa de memor&amp;aacute;vel&lt;br /&gt;(Causas-me dores na bacia&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o somos t&amp;atilde;o bons amigos?)&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o sei se me devia preocupar com isto ou n&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;Mas a poesia &amp;eacute; sempre esperar o pior&lt;br /&gt;Amanh&amp;atilde;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez me perguntes o que foi aquilo&lt;br /&gt;(Eu tamb&amp;eacute;m n&amp;atilde;o sei)&lt;br /&gt;Amanh&amp;atilde;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez me perguntes porque o fiz&lt;br /&gt;(Como se eu soubesse)&lt;br /&gt;Vai para casa, n&amp;atilde;o penses&lt;br /&gt;Mas assegura-te&lt;br /&gt;Que h&amp;aacute; certas coisas que n&amp;atilde;o valem a pena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113156846464153294?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113156846464153294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113156846464153294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113156846464153294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113156846464153294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/11/beijos-na-cabea.html' title='Beijos na cabe&amp;ccedil;a'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113133237595492042</id><published>2005-11-07T02:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:59:36.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Probably swan</title><content type='html'>Every time she talks about him&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips a beat or three&lt;br /&gt;And the sun sets before 5pm&lt;br /&gt;(Does she have burned skin?&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall...)&lt;br /&gt;Every time she says she's alone&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;I have phantoms that need to be appeased, too&lt;br /&gt;(What was the matter with teddies?&lt;br /&gt;What was there in her words?)&lt;br /&gt;I still have her somewhere in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But it falls apart&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to forget her for a very long time)&lt;br /&gt;But my heart still believes&lt;br /&gt;She can't be that distant&lt;br /&gt;That there are actually nights in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;And full moons&lt;br /&gt;But me... I know&lt;br /&gt;What she is capable of&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113133237595492042?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113133237595492042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113133237595492042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113133237595492042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113133237595492042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/11/probably-swan.html' title='Probably swan'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113089043458264805</id><published>2005-11-02T00:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T00:13:54.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Pretty please...?</title><content type='html'>Everything about you is how I'd wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your freedom comes naturally&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you resonates happiness&lt;br /&gt;Now i won't settle for less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me all the peace and joy in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you pains my envying&lt;br /&gt;Your soul can't hate anything&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you is so easy to love&lt;br /&gt;They're watching you from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me all the peace and joy in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I want the peace and joy in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Give me the peace and joy in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you resonates happiness&lt;br /&gt;Now i won't settle for less&lt;br /&gt;Give me all the peace and joy in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I want the peace and joy in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Give me the peace and joy in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Bliss&lt;/i&gt;, Muse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113089043458264805?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113089043458264805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113089043458264805' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113089043458264805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113089043458264805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/11/pretty-please.html' title='Pretty please...?'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113044703423250072</id><published>2005-10-27T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:03:54.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckin' A</title><content type='html'>Bru&amp;aacute;, passos no m&amp;aacute;rmore e chuva&lt;br /&gt;(A chuva cai sempre bem nos poemas melanc&amp;oacute;licos...)&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas fogem com caras apressadas pela esta&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o do Oriente&lt;br /&gt;Folheio livros com t&amp;iacute;tulos como "T&amp;oacute;quio: V&amp;ocirc;o cancelado"&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto espero por umas palavras&lt;br /&gt;(E pela cabe&amp;ccedil;a, passa-me a ideia&lt;br /&gt;Que o namorado da rapariga a quem paguei o caf&amp;eacute; &amp;eacute; um idiota&lt;br /&gt;E que me apetecia fazer-lhe a cara num oito&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;oacute; porque ele j&amp;aacute; foi para a cama com ela)&lt;br /&gt;Espero por umas palavras&lt;br /&gt;(E odeio ter-te no meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Entranhada nas minhas roupas&lt;br /&gt;Respirando-te o cheiro mesmo quando n&amp;atilde;o est&amp;aacute;s aqui)&lt;br /&gt;As palavras v&amp;ecirc;m&lt;br /&gt;E eu sigo para o metro que apita no momento em que estou a sair das escadas&lt;br /&gt;"Pr&amp;oacute;ximo comboio: 2m45...2m40...2m35"&lt;br /&gt;Fa&amp;ccedil;o as palavras cruzadas&lt;br /&gt;"Pr&amp;oacute;xima esta&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o: Olivais"&lt;br /&gt;E tento calar os meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que n&amp;atilde;o encontrarei o que procuro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113044703423250072?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113044703423250072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113044703423250072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113044703423250072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113044703423250072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/fuckin.html' title='Fuckin&apos; A'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-113019947314793408</id><published>2005-10-25T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T01:17:53.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something blue</title><content type='html'>You could greet me as I enter your house&lt;br /&gt;You could dress some nice clothes and we'll go have dinner at a fancy restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Then, we could see the night is falling and we could go party until the sun comes out&lt;br /&gt;We could listen to that crazy music you love so much&lt;br /&gt;You could try that new step, we could try that new drink that got so many heads spinning&lt;br /&gt;We could be thrown out of the club when everyone's gone&lt;br /&gt;I could drive you home and you could invite me for a drink and a little banter&lt;br /&gt;You could undress your fancy clothes and throw them to your bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;I could kiss your lips and tangle your hair and do a few other things&lt;br /&gt;We could rest motionlessly, cigarrettes in hand, going on about lost lovers&lt;br /&gt;Your skin could be soft and smooth and make me feel blue but in the way I don't know&lt;br /&gt;And the morning after could come, a big cry from above, no cold in this bed&lt;br /&gt;But you're never sure, always looking for more, what was that you just said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm looking for"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you could look for me, I'm always here until the stars fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;And if you try caress, just don't make it a mess, I'm too weary for that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-113019947314793408?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113019947314793408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=113019947314793408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113019947314793408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/113019947314793408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/something-blue.html' title='Something blue'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-112844553850923899</id><published>2005-10-04T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:09:23.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maître, comme vous écrivez bien!</title><content type='html'>«Toutes les fois qu'il rencontrait une jolie fille, il éprouvait un désir de proprieté. L'envie de avoir des droits sur elle.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Il y a dejá une fille, une jolie fille. Il en viendra d'autres et rien ne peut durer dans ces conditions.&lt;br /&gt;Sinon, ce serait sans doute plus souvent gai ; mais avec des filles, il faut du triste - elles le disent, du moins, - mais il vient avec elles. Avec les jolies. Les laides, on ne saurait en parler : c'est assez qu'il y en ait. D'ailleurs, elles sont tous jolies.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Quel âge avez-vous ?&lt;br /&gt;«Je ne peux pas vous donner de chiffre, dit Amadis. Je ne me rappelle pas le début. Tout ce que je pourrais faire, c'est répéter quelque chose que l'on m'a dit et dont je ne suis pas sûr.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- In Boris Vian, &lt;em&gt;L'Automne à Pékin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-112844553850923899?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112844553850923899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=112844553850923899' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/112844553850923899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/112844553850923899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/10/matre-comme-vous-crivez-bien.html' title='Maître, comme vous écrivez bien!'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-112792552169083318</id><published>2005-09-28T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T17:38:41.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gin Joint</title><content type='html'>She comes clean right through her eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's never blame, there's never time&lt;br /&gt;From all the wretched souls in the world&lt;br /&gt;She had to walk into mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in arms we lose or win&lt;br /&gt;It's the size of the heart in the fight&lt;br /&gt;And from all the broken hearts in the world&lt;br /&gt;She had to walk into mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If boulders mark our way&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's stones and a bolder sign&lt;br /&gt;From all the sad stories in the world&lt;br /&gt;She had to walk right into mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-112792552169083318?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112792552169083318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=112792552169083318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/112792552169083318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/112792552169083318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/09/gin-joint.html' title='Gin Joint'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-112680475016959085</id><published>2005-09-15T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T18:19:10.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful thinking</title><content type='html'>He's with her, but she's with him, he's with you but you're with me&lt;br /&gt;She's with him, but he's with her, she's with me but I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the ghouls decide the way that you should be&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the hammers beat your head eternally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up! Stand up! Let your head be counted!&lt;br /&gt;Stand up! Wake up! Let it be so haunted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's with him and she's with her, I'm with you, you're with me&lt;br /&gt;She's with her and he's with him, you're with me, I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's the circumstances, I'll take it all away&lt;br /&gt;If it's the mating dances, you know I'd never play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump up and down, move it all around&lt;br /&gt;Take it off the ground, so sure it will rebound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with him and you're with her and she's with him and you're with me&lt;br /&gt;You're with her and I'm with him and he's with her and I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'm not and I'm just dreaming and you're really with him&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just a cruel game and I'm not really with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you just like to play mirrors and there's no one here but us&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are her and I am him and it's just dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a mirror, I'm a mirror, there's not really a room&lt;br /&gt;I'm the cold and you're the rain and there's really just doom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-112680475016959085?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112680475016959085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=112680475016959085' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/112680475016959085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/112680475016959085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/09/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful thinking'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152876.post-112653815665842459</id><published>2005-09-12T16:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T16:15:56.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not this time</title><content type='html'>I won't do it this time&lt;br /&gt;It's been way over the mark&lt;br /&gt;It's been polished, turned and desecrated&lt;br /&gt;It's been a myriad of debutants&lt;br /&gt;Who were never quite there&lt;br /&gt;My problem is this:&lt;br /&gt;It was smokes and mirrors all along&lt;br /&gt;Breaking away inside four walls is not really possible&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't&lt;br /&gt;Not this time&lt;br /&gt;The man in charge now says: "Hold it&lt;br /&gt;We'll try it in a different way"&lt;br /&gt;But not me&lt;br /&gt;I'm out&lt;br /&gt;I won't come a second time&lt;br /&gt;Unless the presence of someone like you makes me change my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152876-112653815665842459?l=bogpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112653815665842459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152876&amp;postID=112653815665842459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/112653815665842459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152876/posts/default/112653815665842459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bogpoet.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-this-time.html' title='Not this time'/><author><name>Bogas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
