<?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-11084867</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:26:41.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to my LoVeRs</title><subtitle type='html'>The letters that never got to the ones I used to love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mirl</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11084867.post-112648052188496141</id><published>2005-09-12T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T00:15:21.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A C A B O U</title><content type='html'>Chega de falar do que não se conhece!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-112648052188496141?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/112648052188496141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/112648052188496141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/09/c-b-o-u.html' title='A C A B O U'/><author><name>Mirl</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11084867.post-112622424934341233</id><published>2005-09-09T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:04:09.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morri!</title><content type='html'>De uma morte lenta, esvaindo-me em vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sangrei!&lt;br /&gt;Todos e cada dia da minha vida desde que me mataste.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o meu corpo arrefecer no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a macha de sangue seco em redor da ferida.&lt;br /&gt;Daqui onde estou também te vejo.&lt;br /&gt;Choras.&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado um frasco.&lt;br /&gt;Tem lá dentro o meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-112622424934341233?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/112622424934341233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=112622424934341233' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/112622424934341233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/112622424934341233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/09/morri.html' title='Morri!'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-112449838208350700</id><published>2005-08-20T01:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:50:41.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sai!</title><content type='html'>Ouviste o que eu disse?&lt;br /&gt;Sai! E fecha a porta atrás de ti.&lt;br /&gt;A porta, sim a porta!&lt;br /&gt;Sai, se faz favor...&lt;br /&gt;Não, não pode ficar encostada.&lt;br /&gt;Vais sair, vais fechá-la e vais-me dar a chave. E eu vou trancá-la por dentro e tu nunca mais vais entrar.&lt;br /&gt;Sai, já disse!&lt;br /&gt;Sai e fecha a porta!&lt;br /&gt;Caramba, será que custa a perceber? Desta vez não vais regressar! Tu és a porta que eu quero fechar.&lt;br /&gt;Espera! Não saias.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fazê-lo ao contrário. Saio eu. Bato com a porta. Quero fecha-la, quero sair deste quarto e quero fechar-te cá dentro. Acabou...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me! Vou sair...&lt;br /&gt;Não, não há mais conversas, não há mais desculpas, não há mais perdões.&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-112449838208350700?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/112449838208350700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=112449838208350700' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/112449838208350700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/112449838208350700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/08/sai.html' title='Sai!'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-112449835118146473</id><published>2005-08-20T01:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:39:11.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No meio disto tudo, o que mais me magoa é não te poder tocar!&lt;br /&gt;Sou como as crianças, sabes? desejo tudo o que não posso ter, tudo o que não posso tocar!&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos te pudesse tocar...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa. Não posso! E mesmo que pudesse, tocar-te ia perder o significado, tornava-se banal, entendes?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de coisas banais. O belo torna-se banal com o tempo. A vida torna-se banal. Tudo perde significado. Até tocar-te. Porque quando te tornar a ver, vou tocar-te e não vou sentir o que penso que vou sentir. Vai ser só um toque. De raspão, ou à bruta. Posso-te cravar as unhas, não importa. Perderia o significado. Assim como tu. Vais perder o sigificado assim que te tornar a ver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-112449835118146473?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/112449835118146473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=112449835118146473' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/112449835118146473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/112449835118146473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-meio-disto-tudo-o-que-mais-me-magoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-112066996739421787</id><published>2005-07-06T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T18:12:47.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Agora tudo me lembra de ti. Não há dia em que a tua imagem não me assalte os pensamentos. Estás por todo o lado...&lt;br /&gt;...Na Alameda que descemos juntos um dia. Nas músicas que cantámos naquela noite. No teu perfume sempre que anda no ar.&lt;br /&gt;...Na gargalhada que oiço e que me soa estranhamente parecida à tua. Na praia onde nunca me levaste. Nas festas onde nunca fomos.&lt;br /&gt;...Nas conversas que tivemos e nas conversas que nunca chegámos a ter. Nas anedotas que contaste e nas gargalhadas que eu soltei.&lt;br /&gt;...No skate em que nunca te vi andar. No surf que nunca te vi fazer. Nos abdominais que teimavas em mostrar.&lt;br /&gt;...No concerto a que não fomos. No beijo que não demos. No amor que não trocámos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-112066996739421787?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/112066996739421787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=112066996739421787' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/112066996739421787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/112066996739421787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Mirl</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11084867.post-112025328079087273</id><published>2005-07-01T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:46:31.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenho...</title><content type='html'>...SAUDADES.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te de novo aqui para te tornar a querer longe.&lt;br /&gt;Fazes o favor de voltar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-112025328079087273?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/112025328079087273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=112025328079087273' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/112025328079087273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/112025328079087273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/07/tenho.html' title='Tenho...'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111948066541481947</id><published>2005-06-22T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:51:05.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apetece-me...</title><content type='html'>...cortar-te a garganta. Ver-te sangrar até à morte.&lt;br /&gt;...apresentar-te a minha dor. Fazer-te senti-la na pele.&lt;br /&gt;...explodir contigo, num grito de fúria.&lt;br /&gt;...rebentar-te. Ver-te implodir.&lt;br /&gt;...matar-te. Destruir-te.&lt;br /&gt;...bater-te. Arrancar-te a pele e pendurá-la na parede do meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;...consumir-te . Perder-te para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;...beijar-te...amar-te...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111948066541481947?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111948066541481947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111948066541481947' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111948066541481947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111948066541481947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/06/apetece-me.html' title='Apetece-me...'/><author><name>Mirl</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11084867.post-111887749351650841</id><published>2005-06-16T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:18:59.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem...</title><content type='html'>É tarde e hoje estou cansada.&lt;br /&gt;Não me apetece nada.&lt;br /&gt;Mentira!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, apeteces-me! Tu, só tu...e eu claro!&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e imagino-te aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Estás aqui. Tão real, tão perto. Tão em mim.&lt;br /&gt;E gosto quando te sinto aqui. Perto. Fico confortável.&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que me apeteces. Muito.&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder repetir a última noite...só mais uma vez. Para poder sentir tudo de novo. Para te poder sentir de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que consigo ver são os teus olhos verdes a olharem de volta para os meus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111887749351650841?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111887749351650841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111887749351650841' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111887749351650841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111887749351650841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/06/vem.html' title='Vem...'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111887720811934590</id><published>2005-06-16T00:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:13:28.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cobarde?</title><content type='html'>Se ao menos desta vez estivesses suficientemente perto para eu consegui ousar...Quero-te tanto que estava disposta a tornar-me corajosa. Ou então, apenas estou disposta a isso porque sei que nunca estarás aqui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111887720811934590?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111887720811934590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111887720811934590' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111887720811934590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111887720811934590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/06/cobarde.html' title='Cobarde?'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111870918185243067</id><published>2005-06-14T01:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T01:33:01.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O (des)Enterro#3</title><content type='html'>Esta noite sonhei contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite sonhei contigo e foi bom. Estavas ali. Só ali. Só para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal parece que ainda não te foste. Pelo menos de vez.&lt;br /&gt;E sabes que mais, a verdade é que nunca irás, porque algo ficará para sempre: as recordações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também não sei se quero que vás já...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111870918185243067?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111870918185243067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111870918185243067' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111870918185243067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111870918185243067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-desenterro3.html' title='O (des)Enterro#3'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111765951142410452</id><published>2005-06-01T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:59:28.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Foste-te</title><content type='html'>Assim como vieste, também te foste embora.&lt;br /&gt;De ti, já nada resta em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto nada, não sinto vazio, não sinto a tua falta!&lt;br /&gt;É como se nunca tivesses passado por mim. E não sei o que sentir!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que é pior...a dor que me causavas ou este vazio que trago agora.&lt;br /&gt;Mas este vazio é diferente dos outros, não é aquele vazio angustiante, sabes?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena que te tenhas ido, a sério que tenho, mas  não estáva nos nossos destinos a intersecção dos nossos caminhos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111765951142410452?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111765951142410452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111765951142410452' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111765951142410452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111765951142410452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/06/foste-te.html' title='Foste-te'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111679966920652234</id><published>2005-05-22T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:07:49.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuas a doer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje parece que me dóis mais, muito mais do que alguma vez me doeste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porquê? Porquê? Porque tenho no meu coração uma ferida aberta que me dói tanto? Uma ferida que não sangra, só dói! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E era nesta altura que devias estar aqui comigo, para me dizeres que tudo vai ficar bem e que esta dor que trago aqui comigo, encerrada num buraco fundo do meu coração, vai passar. Mas não estás e como isso me dói! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preciso-te agora, mas não estás, nunca estiveste nem nunca estarás. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero-te! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero-me aninhar nos teus braços como uma criança. Quero que me embales a alma, até que não me doa, até que tudo vá embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afinal a minha ferida sangra, mas não é sangue que sai de lá, é a minha alma que se esvai e eu acabo de perder 21 gramas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111679966920652234?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111679966920652234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111679966920652234' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111679966920652234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111679966920652234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/continuas-doer.html' title='Continuas a doer...'/><author><name>Mirl</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11084867.post-111679912971644632</id><published>2005-05-22T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T22:58:49.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu...Dóis-me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dóis-me tanto, tanto...de uma maneira que eu nunca pensei que doesse. Dóis-me na alma, dóis-me no peito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sais de mim sem eu querer, como carne que descola, como dor que rasga e eu sinto...Sinto tanto e dói-me aqui...e choro baixinho e sem lágrimas para não veres que me fazes doer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111679912971644632?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111679912971644632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111679912971644632' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111679912971644632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111679912971644632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/tudis-me.html' title='Tu...Dóis-me!'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111636109411827104</id><published>2005-05-17T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T23:35:54.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero-te tanto#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, se fosses homem suficiente, tinhas vindo atrás de mim assim que saí da sala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E tinhas-me agarrado o braço, antes de eu começar a descer as escadas para me ir embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E tinhas-me encostado à parede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E tinhas-me beijado à força.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E tinhas-me agarrado com mais força.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E tinhas preso os meus punhos com as tuas mãos e o meu corpo com o teu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E tinhas-me beijado uma e outra e outra e outra vez até eu ceder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E eu? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu lutaria com todas as minhas forças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só para te sentir mais perto, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para te sentir de encontro a mim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A tua respiração ofegante no meu ouvido, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os teus beijos quentes no meu pescoço..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas eu lutaria, até que o meu corpo, solícito do teu, se abandonasse a ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas não, preferiste deixar-me ir com as lágrimas a bailar nos olhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111636109411827104?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111636109411827104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111636109411827104' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111636109411827104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111636109411827104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/quero-te-tanto2.html' title='Quero-te tanto#2'/><author><name>Mirl</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11084867.post-111636022185247809</id><published>2005-05-17T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T21:03:41.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero-te tanto...</title><content type='html'>...mas já não sei se gosto de ti, ou se gosto de gostar de ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111636022185247809?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111636022185247809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111636022185247809' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111636022185247809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111636022185247809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/quero-te-tanto.html' title='Quero-te tanto...'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111626566863679923</id><published>2005-05-16T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T18:47:48.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dói-me</title><content type='html'>Todos os dias morres um bocadinho dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu morro contigo por estar a matar algo tão belo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111626566863679923?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111626566863679923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111626566863679923' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111626566863679923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111626566863679923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/di-me.html' title='Dói-me'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111611491072753495</id><published>2005-05-15T00:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T00:55:10.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu, Tu e Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Durante toda a noite te senti ali, mas tu não estavas lá. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Queria sentir o teu peito nas minhas costas, as tuas mãos na minha cintura, as tuas ancas ao ritmo das minhas abanando-se ao som da música, da nossa música...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111611491072753495?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111611491072753495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111611491072753495' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111611491072753495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111611491072753495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/tu-tu-e-tu.html' title='Tu, Tu e Tu'/><author><name>Mirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11084867.post-111576648556389264</id><published>2005-05-11T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:08:05.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E tudo não passou de uma ilusão...</title><content type='html'>Eu já tinha começado a fazer planos para nós, acreditas? Já tinha começado a imaginar como ia ser, para onde iamos sair, como iam ser as férias...Como eu sou estupidamente romântica!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora, quando eu finalmente tinha decidido que és tu e só tu que eu quero, viras-me a cara? Recusas-te a falar comigo? Depois de todas as ilusões que me criaste?&lt;br /&gt;ODEIO-TE! Juro que te odeio!&lt;br /&gt;Por me fazeres sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;A sério!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se era para tornar a sofrer assim, antes queria ter continuado com o meu coração de pedra...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111576648556389264?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111576648556389264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111576648556389264' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111576648556389264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111576648556389264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/e-tudo-no-passou-de-uma-iluso.html' title='E tudo não passou de uma ilusão...'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111575189623458842</id><published>2005-05-10T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:04:56.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Correntes</title><content type='html'>Que correntes são estas que me amarram a ti?&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estás aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me vais libertar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111575189623458842?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111575189623458842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111575189623458842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111575189623458842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111575189623458842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/correntes.html' title='Correntes'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111575169860143105</id><published>2005-05-10T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:01:38.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Razão vs Coração</title><content type='html'>Racionalizar-te é esquecer-te e esquecer-te é não sofrer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111575169860143105?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111575169860143105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111575169860143105' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111575169860143105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111575169860143105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/razo-vs-corao.html' title='Razão vs Coração'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111564120663039878</id><published>2005-05-09T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:20:06.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As nossas (?) músicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The sun will always shine on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You turn my ocean deepest blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never hide my thoughts from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my deepest blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I dreamin now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walkin on the moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't know how to reach you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I try to move closer..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então e que tal esta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wanna touch the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna fly so high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna love you tonight..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-te alguma coisa, não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aposto que esta também não te é estranha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At first I saw another door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now you wanna walk away..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pudeste? Como pudeste abrir-me a porta para tão rapidamente a fechares?&lt;br /&gt;Fizeste promessas que agora não podes cumprir.&lt;br /&gt;Abriste portas por onde te apressaste a sair. E abriste a única que não podias ter aberto...a do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What am I suppose to say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I am suppose to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111564120663039878?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111564120663039878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111564120663039878' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111564120663039878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111564120663039878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-nossas-msicas.html' title='As nossas (?) músicas'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111557407635710723</id><published>2005-05-08T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T18:41:16.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Enterro#2</title><content type='html'>Eu ia fazer o nosso funeral, mas esqueci-me que não podia enterrar algo que não está morto.&lt;br /&gt;Tu estás vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou viva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aquilo que poderia ter morrido, não chegou sequer a nascer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111557407635710723?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111557407635710723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111557407635710723' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111557407635710723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111557407635710723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-enterro2.html' title='O Enterro#2'/><author><name>Mirl</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11084867.post-111541372925759067</id><published>2005-05-06T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:08:49.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Enterro</title><content type='html'>Hoje vesti-me de preto e fui fazer o nosso funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O funeral daquilo que nunca fomos e daquilo que nunca seremos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111541372925759067?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111541372925759067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111541372925759067' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111541372925759067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111541372925759067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-enterro.html' title='O Enterro'/><author><name>Mirl</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11084867.post-111537063994414072</id><published>2005-05-06T10:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T10:10:39.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdi-te, sabias?</title><content type='html'>"Às vezes temos de perder o que temos para saber o que queremos..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora que te perdi, sei que eras tu que eu queria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E face a isto sinto-me estúpida e impotente, por te ter deixado ir sem mesmo te ter chegado a agarrar... Odeio-me por ter falhado, por ter tido dúvidas, por não saber o que queria! Porque o que eu queria eras tu, e tu estavas ali a dois metros de distância e eu abri mão de ti. Como pude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como me odeio, como te odeio e como a odeio a ela!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como odeio este sentimento de raiva que me revolve o peito e me corrói a alma. Como odeio ter-me deixado envolver tanto, sem o ter chegado a fazer realmente! Como odeio ter-me deixado levar pela concepção estúpida e romântica do amor! Como odeio o amor! Como odeio este sofrimento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como me odeio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111537063994414072?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111537063994414072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111537063994414072' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111537063994414072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111537063994414072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/perdi-te-sabias.html' title='Perdi-te, sabias?'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111533545916308616</id><published>2005-05-06T00:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:24:19.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Odeio-te!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"And if I could be who you wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could be who you wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the time, all the time..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radiohead&lt;/strong&gt; - Fake Plastic Trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder, posso... Tu é que não queres....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111533545916308616?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111533545916308616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111533545916308616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111533545916308616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111533545916308616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/odeio-te.html' title='Odeio-te!!'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111516020013670542</id><published>2005-05-03T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:43:20.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>E tudo o que ganhei por abrir o coração foi isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão cheia de nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão cheia de tudo o que eu não quero.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111516020013670542?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111516020013670542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111516020013670542' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111516020013670542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111516020013670542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/nada.html' title='Nada'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111507131680833202</id><published>2005-05-02T22:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:01:56.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas de sangue</title><content type='html'>A tua indiferença mata-me, consome, destrói...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu mereço-a!&lt;br /&gt;E mereço esta morte, de agonia e de pânico por não te poder falar. Por não te saber falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magoei-te!Eu sei!&lt;br /&gt;E agora dás-me a provar do fel amargo que eu te fiz engolir, sem pedir permissão, sem te avisar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111507131680833202?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111507131680833202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111507131680833202' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111507131680833202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111507131680833202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/lgrimas-de-sangue.html' title='Lágrimas de sangue'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111496527081915423</id><published>2005-05-01T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:34:30.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquê?</title><content type='html'>Não me sais da cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem te disse que podias entrar??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111496527081915423?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111496527081915423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111496527081915423' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111496527081915423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111496527081915423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/05/porqu.html' title='Porquê?'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111489309418604212</id><published>2005-04-30T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:31:34.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentes?</title><content type='html'>Passas e não me olhas...&lt;br /&gt;Alguma vez olhaste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falas e não me escutas...&lt;br /&gt;Alguma vez escutaste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijas e não me sentes...&lt;br /&gt;Alguma vez sentiste?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111489309418604212?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111489309418604212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111489309418604212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111489309418604212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111489309418604212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/04/sentes.html' title='Sentes?'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111463967432095020</id><published>2005-04-27T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:07:54.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desisto?</title><content type='html'>Não vales o esforço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desprezo-te.&lt;br /&gt;Por me teres feito acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desprezo-me.&lt;br /&gt;Por ter acreditado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111463967432095020?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111463967432095020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111463967432095020' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111463967432095020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111463967432095020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/04/desisto.html' title='Desisto?'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111420308974897121</id><published>2005-04-22T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T21:51:29.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentira</title><content type='html'>Não ligaste.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque depositei demasiadas esperanças em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa. Se calhar estou a pedir demais. Provavelmente interpretei mal os sinais que me enviaste. Se calhar, até nem me enviaste sinais nenhuns.&lt;br /&gt;Se continuarei a insistir? Possivelmente, mas apenas o suficiente para chegar finalmente à conclusão que mais uma vez me apaixonei pelo homem errado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111420308974897121?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111420308974897121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111420308974897121' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111420308974897121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111420308974897121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/04/mentira.html' title='Mentira'/><author><name>Mirl</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-11084867.post-111411715518327807</id><published>2005-04-21T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:59:15.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desânimo</title><content type='html'>Durante um tempo acreditei. Acreditei em ti, em mim, em nós. Hoje, não sei! Estavas distante demais, perdido em ti, ou quem sabe, nela!&lt;br /&gt;Valerá a pena dispender todo o esforço necessário?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11084867-111411715518327807?l=letterstomylovers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/feeds/111411715518327807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11084867&amp;postID=111411715518327807' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111411715518327807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11084867/posts/default/111411715518327807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstomylovers.blogspot.com/2005/04/desnimo.html' title='Desânimo'/><author><name>Mirl</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></feed>
