<?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-31182542</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:25:40.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Hope</title><subtitle type='html'>Eram quod es, eris quod sum</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-3473719199082087038</id><published>2011-05-23T12:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T12:46:36.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-Gostavas de ter outra mulher?&lt;br /&gt;- Sinceramente? Se pudesse casar contigo outra vez, faria-o sem hesitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-3473719199082087038?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/3473719199082087038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=3473719199082087038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/3473719199082087038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/3473719199082087038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-5711164906574484003</id><published>2011-02-14T07:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:02:11.691Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Os três posts que se encontram abaixo deste trouxeram-me recordações pois já nem me lembrava que os tinha escrito. estava a vaguear pelo meu e-mail quando encontrei um mail do netlog e encontrei la esses 3 poemas postados. o tipo de escrita está completamente diferente e hoje apercebi-me que escrevo muito melhor que há uns 7 anos. ainda bem, anyway, espero que gostem :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-5711164906574484003?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/5711164906574484003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=5711164906574484003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/5711164906574484003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/5711164906574484003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-tres-posts-que-se-encontram-abaixo.html' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-3838317459372644877</id><published>2011-02-14T07:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:59:34.244Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Devo eu morrer&lt;br /&gt;Para sentires a minha falta?&lt;br /&gt;Devo eu desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Para saberes que eu existo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só gostava de ter&lt;br /&gt;Uma prova do teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu não queres mostrar&lt;br /&gt;E isso aumenta a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num olha me apaixonei&lt;br /&gt;Num toque desesperei&lt;br /&gt;Numas palavras digo o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Que para sempre te amarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o meu ser vive para te amar&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha existência vive para te admirar&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha dor serve para te provar&lt;br /&gt;Que ao teu lado quero estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silencio invade o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto estou a escrever&lt;br /&gt;A dor percorre o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto estou a morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta e a minha forma&lt;br /&gt;De me despedir&lt;br /&gt;Pois ao menos sabes &lt;br /&gt;Que não estou a mentir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-3838317459372644877?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/3838317459372644877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=3838317459372644877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/3838317459372644877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/3838317459372644877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2011/02/devo-eu-morrer-para-sentires-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-6524875199932517023</id><published>2011-02-14T07:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:56:48.451Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olhos castanhos&lt;br /&gt;Olhos castanhos que me &lt;br /&gt;Olham com amor &lt;br /&gt;Olhos castanhos que me encandeiam&lt;br /&gt;O coração com paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos castanhos que falam&lt;br /&gt;Para mim doces palavras  de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos castanhos que me fazem delirar.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos castanhos que me abrem caminho na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;quando estou sozinho e me dizem: AMO-TE!&lt;br /&gt;Olhos castanhos que me atingem&lt;br /&gt;como uma bala, mas&lt;br /&gt;que em vez de me ferirem&lt;br /&gt;curam-me de todos os males.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos castanhos que me fazem&lt;br /&gt;sentir vivo quando olho &lt;br /&gt;para eles, olhos castanhos&lt;br /&gt;que trazem um significado á minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos castanhos que percorrem o&lt;br /&gt;meu pensamento todo o dia.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos castanhos que me fazem viver.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos castanhos pelos quais me apaixonei.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos castanhos que me fazem&lt;br /&gt;gritar de coração aberto: AMO-TE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-6524875199932517023?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/6524875199932517023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=6524875199932517023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/6524875199932517023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/6524875199932517023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2011/02/olhos-castanhos-olhos-castanhos-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-5115340432510104501</id><published>2011-02-14T07:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:54:37.023Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Solidão invade o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;apodera-te do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;toma conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;até ao dia em que eu morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sê minha amante&lt;br /&gt;acompanha-me para onde for&lt;br /&gt;apaga todo o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;e preenche-me de dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas secaram&lt;br /&gt;não vou sofrer mais&lt;br /&gt;não quero morrer aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;como esses sentimentais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São pessoas muito felizes&lt;br /&gt;até a dor os invadir&lt;br /&gt;depois dizem que estão bem&lt;br /&gt;mas não sabem o que estão a sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só a morte vai separar&lt;br /&gt;este sentimento do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;será que devo morrer&lt;br /&gt;ou um dia voltar a amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia possa sonhar&lt;br /&gt;com esse teu amor&lt;br /&gt;ate esse dia&lt;br /&gt;vou pensando na minha dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou rodeado de gente&lt;br /&gt;mas o que sinto é solidão&lt;br /&gt;este e o único sentimento&lt;br /&gt;que reina no meu coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-5115340432510104501?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/5115340432510104501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=5115340432510104501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/5115340432510104501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/5115340432510104501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2011/02/solidao-invade-o-meu-corpo-apodera-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-2917301993967794660</id><published>2011-01-30T14:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:35:58.495Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;O que nos resta quando toda a esperança se desvanece? Nada, apenas a saudade de nos sentirmos importantes em relação à pessoa por quem fizemos tudo, a vontade de saber que tudo o que fazemos tem significado para alguém, que limpámos as lágrimas quando essa pessoa chorou, que os medos desapareciam quando estavam ao nosso lado, os actos que tomamos depois de tal conceito desaparecer são como cair num abismo e tentarmos-nos agarrar a tudo para sobreviver, desviarmos-nos de uma bala para que não atinja um ponto vital. No fundo a esperança alimenta a felicidade de todos e cada um de nós, não em Deus ou algo mais esotérico, mas sim em ser quase tudo para alguém, o seu refugio, a sua protecção, e isso faz-nos felizes, mesmo uma amizade verdadeira se baseia em tais alicerces. Mas se até a amizade pode ser interpretada como uma simples troca de serviços, o que é que diferencia tal relação, talvez a que as pessoas subconscientemente dêem mais valor, dos serviços prestados por uma prostituta? Será a diferença do que pagamos por tais serviços? Ou a diferença entre os serviços em si? Confiança e lealdade em troco do mesmo ou sexo e prazer em troco de dinheiro. Acabamos por ficar reduzidos ao bom senso, todos procuramos alguém em quem possamos confiar e ser leais e ter a sua confiança e lealdade como prémio mas que também nos dê sexo e prazer ao mesmo tempo. Muitos dos relacionamentos actuais são baseados em tais princípios. Uma troca de serviços mútuos atenuada pelo amor e paixão. O que me leva a pensar, será possível viver sem tais necessidades? A resposta chega quase como automática... Não... Enfim a vida pode ser tão simples e vazia se não nos debruçar-mos sobre questões como esta, mas pelo contrario caótica e enriquecedora se o fizermos. Sejam bem vindos ao caos, o mundo dos que pensam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-2917301993967794660?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/2917301993967794660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=2917301993967794660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/2917301993967794660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/2917301993967794660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-que-nos-resta-quando-toda-esperanca.html' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-4221474859649035363</id><published>2011-01-23T21:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:41:48.451Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Entre vagas ideias me perco, ideais errados e certas contradições, procuro encontrar resposta para uma pergunta à qual sei que não vou responder, tento reduzir todas as equações, todas as frases e cada palavra à mais ínfima dizima, para mais fácil compreensão. No entanto tudo pode ser entendido com duplo sentido, como duas faces de uma moeda, os gumes de uma espada que esventra o meu pensar, penso ter encontrado resposta mas surgem apenas mais questões, mais dilemas. Como é que algo tão simples nos pode fazer com tanta paixão e tanto desgosto, este é o meu belo pensar, o que me dá tanto prazer e tremendo desgosto. Uma questão triste e confusa que me dilacera não encontrar resposta. A cada minuto que desperdiço a obter resultados, é agonizante saber que só surgem mais incógnitas que tenho de descortinar. E assim me perco numa das muitas questões que me percorrem o cérebro. Quem  realmente és tu meu amigo que desconheço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-4221474859649035363?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/4221474859649035363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=4221474859649035363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/4221474859649035363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/4221474859649035363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2011/01/entre-vagas-ideias-me-perco-ideais.html' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-6238759612999725683</id><published>2010-12-05T20:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:34:12.091Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos...</title><content type='html'>Sê amanhã o que és hoje, pois hoje foste o que eras ontem. Assim serás tu próprio sem nunca te esqueceres de onde vieste. Como uma árvore que crava as suas pequenas raízes no solo e cresce grande, forte e eterna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-6238759612999725683?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/6238759612999725683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=6238759612999725683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/6238759612999725683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/6238759612999725683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2010/12/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos...'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-9127808345844363303</id><published>2010-12-04T16:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:58:43.131Z</updated><title type='text'>Damm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: #0016"&gt;Amor... O que diferencia este quimico dos tantos que precorrem o nosso cérebro diáriamente?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Será a felicidade que sentimos quando estamos com a pessoa que dizemos amar?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Será as saudades que temos quando não estamos com ela? Ou será o desejo ? O prazer? A raiva que nos atinge quando ela nos magoa? Será o simples desejo de fazer alguem feliz? Sim! Tudo isto pode definir a palavra amor, mas estará realmente esse baseado no nosso altruismo ou será que somos eguístas quando decidimos amar? Afinal ao amarmos estamos apenas a procurar a nossa felicidade, se conseguirmos fazer outra pessoa feliz, isso só vai melhorar o nosso bem estar. No entanto o amor é apenas uma mistura de químicos juntos, logo é bem possivel de se conseguir controlar, mas o problema é que ainda não existem provas de tal ser possivel. Será controlavel como a diabetes? Ou apenas temos de nos concentrar e acaba por passar como se uma situação de stress se tratasse? Bom não sou cientista para o saber. Mas em tempos tive provas que tal acontecimento é real, pois senti isso na pele. Amar e não amar com um simples estalar de dedos. Mas seria isso amor? Se fosse, este não iria ser diferente. Mas é, odeio o facto de saber o que é amar, tive tanto para receber e deitei fora, deixei a pequena borboleta voar, e agora onde me encontro, no meio do nada sentado com a esperança de um dia poder ver as asas desse encanto bater outra vez. Esquecer? Nunca poderei fazê-lo pois não quero esquecer o quão feliz fui enquanto pude voar. No outro gume da espada, tive tanto para dar, e fui tratado como um cão que é passeado vaidosamente pelo seu dono que com muito orgulho mostra o quão obediente ele é. O que mais penso é que tinha as asas para ser livre e como Ícaro quis o sol, acabei por cair, e perceber que o chão é bem mais duro do que imaginava, mas agora é só isso que tenho, o chão em que vivo, não é nada, poderia ter atingido o sol? Não o sei, e é tarde para o descobrir, apenas quero que tu um dia como uma bela monarca possas atingir o sol e ser feliz pois as tuas asas são bem mais lindas do que as que eu tive enquanto voei a teu lado. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-9127808345844363303?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/9127808345844363303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=9127808345844363303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/9127808345844363303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/9127808345844363303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2010/12/damm.html' title='Damm'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-7680909322210470442</id><published>2010-11-19T21:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-19T22:08:12.016Z</updated><title type='text'>The end</title><content type='html'>Até a pouco tempo me manípulas-te, me mentiste e me trataste como se eu fosse uma marionete, e a verdade é que o fui porque deixei que o fizesses, por te amar? sim,sem duvida alguma que é essa a razao, agora que tu te tornás-te pó, que és apenas um monte de cinzas no meu pensamento, sinto-me livre do teu controle, da prisão que criaste para mim, na minha cabeça. Estou triste? Óbvio que sim, amei durante uma parte da minha vida uma ilusão, algo que tu criáste apenas para teu belo prazer, para provares talvez a ti mesma que consegues sempre o que queres, tu és assim. manipuladora e capaz de passar por cima de tudo e todos para teres o que dejesas. Como uma criança a quem tiram o chupa e ela faz birra para o ter de volta, tu fizeste o mesmo comigo. Mas eu sou superior e com a força que caiu no fundo é a força que tenho para me levantar. Mais tarde ou mais cedo o que é nosso a nós há de vir, e acredita que o que é teu não é nada bom. O que é meu ja veio, a solidão a tristeza e a escuridão à qual sempre pertenci, agora tenho os meus amigos, a minha vida de volta, a realidade que tu me tiráste. Agora vou viver a realidade que as minhas acções me virão trazer e tu como boa manipuladora que és vais apenas mudar de marionete. Espero que resulte, pois assim vai ser mais fáçil tirar-te do pedestral e colocar-te num caixão bem fundo onde os bichos te irão comer no fundo da minha memória.... Eris Quod Es, Eris Quod Sum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-7680909322210470442?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/7680909322210470442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=7680909322210470442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/7680909322210470442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/7680909322210470442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2010/11/end.html' title='The end'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-7326645479301905478</id><published>2010-06-28T04:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T05:04:10.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Retorno à solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ouve a  minha oração silenciosa de como eu lamento esta noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amanhecer torna-se sombrio, tu levantas-te vôo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor renuncia o solo, deixando uma sombra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sussuras um "adeus" assim como nós desvanecemos silenciosamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas escorrem dos meus olhos.&lt;div&gt;Mas o crepúsculo tranquiliza o meu choro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por favor, dá-nos asas para voar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem amor, o nosso mundo morre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afogar-me no triste e frio oceano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De tal modo que se perde num mundo sem sentido de ser... para mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lua pálida chora em vão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;assim como o sol nascente reflecte a minha dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cruzamos os mares da culpa e da vergonha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ainda alimentamos esta chama do amor perdido... com esperança!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouve o meu pranto silencioso de como eu oro nesta noite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A noite avança mais fria, porém vejo uma nova luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noite esplendorosa, a ti rogamos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Permite que o amor mais verdadeiro venha para o nosso caminho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noite esplendorosa, a ti rogamos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Permite que todas as ilusões apenas se vão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-7326645479301905478?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/7326645479301905478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=7326645479301905478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/7326645479301905478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/7326645479301905478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2010/06/retorno-solidao.html' title='Retorno à solidão'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-7121897492496800540</id><published>2010-05-24T23:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:36:41.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não faço a mínima porque raios estou a escrever mas estou, será pela musica triste que estou a ouvir? Ou talvez por não ter dialogado com uma pessoa que adoro. Por me sentir um bocado sozinho? Sei lá. Não sei!! Não sei!! NÃO SEI!!!!!!!!!. A única coisa que parece ser certa é esta solidão, esta dor dentro de mim, que me está a enlouquecer pois já não sei lidar com ela. Talvez por me ter habituado a estar rodeado de amigos, de fazer de todo o tipo de brincadeiras e idiotices com eles, de me rir sem ter de me preocupar, talvez chamar-lhe verdadeira felicidade, mas agora sinto que talvez esta proximidade me fez um pouco dependente, e o facto de não a ter me está a deixar assim. Tecnicamente falando isto é apenas saudades, mas e se a razão para a minha doce tristeza não for esta? Se for amor? Se for problemas a mais? Se for apenas mais uma das fases que a minha pessoa tem quando lhe da venetas? Pelos vistos não tenho a resposta, e provavelmente só a vou ter por via da eliminação. E isso torna-se longo e chato. Mas tem de ser. De qualquer maneira, não sendo ou sendo esta a razão tenho saudades dos meus amigos... e isso é mau, pois nunca tive saudades, nunca tinha sentido muito disto... enfim chega de lamechices. logo descobrirei o que tenho e vou resolve-lo. Ao menos já exprimi o que vai em mim. THANK GOD TO THE GUY THAT INVENTED BLOGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-7121897492496800540?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/7121897492496800540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=7121897492496800540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/7121897492496800540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/7121897492496800540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2010/05/poison.html' title='Poison'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-69128979151083971</id><published>2010-05-18T13:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:23:15.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natureza</title><content type='html'>1h da tarde e eu sentado no banco do jardim, cansado da minha longa caminhada. Parei por ali por acaso, pois o meu plano era chegar a casa. Olhei em frente e via pessoas, com as suas vidas atarefadas ou se calhar nem tanto, reparei na árvore à minha frente, reparei que tinha sido atingida por um relâmpago mas que ainda se mantinha lá imóvel e serena, eu vi reflectida um pouco da minha vida e do meu futuro, pois apesar de ter sido quase destruído, estou vivo e isso importa. Tenho de me tornar sereno no meio do meu caos. Acendi um cigarro. Fumei-o lentamente pois queria apreciar a sua destruição ( talvez atrasar a minha ). Apareceu um melro que procurava incessantemente um pedaço de comida para saciar as suas necessidades vitais, e pensei que no fundo somos todos iguais aquele melro, todos procuramos um meio de nos saciarmos, nem que por vezes não olhemos ás consequências dos nosso actos. O cigarro acabou. Guardei as coisas e fui-me embora a pensar como saciar as minhas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-69128979151083971?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/69128979151083971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=69128979151083971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/69128979151083971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/69128979151083971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2010/05/natureza.html' title='Natureza'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-168841752566674312</id><published>2010-05-16T01:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:39:53.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Decadence</title><content type='html'>Noite submersa em escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Invade por inteiro o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Que me cega de emoção&lt;br /&gt;Até o meu eterno renascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que és tu sugando a minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;Ser simbiotico e mortal&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo do teu toque&lt;br /&gt;Do teu jeito fatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vives da minha essência&lt;br /&gt;Alimentas-te do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Rejeito a tua vivência&lt;br /&gt;Sinto nojo da tua criação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que morras, que desvaneças&lt;br /&gt;Vivas este inferno imortal&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ver a decadência&lt;br /&gt;No teu caótico funeral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-168841752566674312?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/168841752566674312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=168841752566674312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/168841752566674312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/168841752566674312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-decadence.html' title='Sweet Decadence'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-6005054798104407507</id><published>2010-03-08T22:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:42:59.174Z</updated><title type='text'>WIIIIIIIIIIIii</title><content type='html'>ADORO-TE CLAUDIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-6005054798104407507?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/6005054798104407507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=6005054798104407507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/6005054798104407507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/6005054798104407507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2010/03/wiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title='WIIIIIIIIIIIii'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-288965260631260041</id><published>2009-10-25T08:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:53:34.898Z</updated><title type='text'>Melhor post de sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cá se fazem, cá se pagam.... não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-288965260631260041?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/288965260631260041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=288965260631260041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/288965260631260041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/288965260631260041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2009/10/melhor-post-de-sempre.html' title='Melhor post de sempre'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-1060182736094859040</id><published>2009-10-18T02:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T03:06:26.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Durante algum tempo (muito por sinal), não toquei neste meu recanto de "arte" ou o que lhe quiserem chamar, talvez porque não senti necessidade, ou porque perdi a inspiração, decidi voltar agora a pedido de algumas pessoas que dizem que eu escrevo "bem". não tenho nada de concreto escrito nem nehum poema acabado, mas deixo aqui o meu ultimo trabalho ainda por acabar mas gostava de ter opinioes e sugestões sobre o tema e um fim para lhe dar. considerem isto um "concurso". Aqui está o projecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sádica forma de vida&lt;br /&gt;Que assombra o mundo comum&lt;br /&gt;Estranha noite sentida&lt;br /&gt;Onde sentido existe nenhum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores desabrocham para a morte&lt;br /&gt;Abismo enriquecido pelas trevas&lt;br /&gt;Fome de algo mais puro&lt;br /&gt;E algo que traga norte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desespero criado sem intenção&lt;br /&gt;Consumou a ruptura da realidade&lt;br /&gt;Casamento entre amor e traição&lt;br /&gt;Tentando aguentar a saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão repleta de multidões&lt;br /&gt;Amizades influenciadas por mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Instintos mortiforos inocentes&lt;br /&gt;Provocam delírio nos corações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuem se quiserem ou digam se está bom por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-1060182736094859040?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/1060182736094859040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=1060182736094859040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/1060182736094859040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/1060182736094859040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspiracao.html' title='Inspiração'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-8406461998164073009</id><published>2009-04-17T22:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:03:53.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Encontrei em ti meu tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Maior alegria do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Em um amor tão profundo.&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto por ti.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Que me dá forças para sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Com quem todo o meu amor quero dividir.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo-te o que diz o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Fala que o teu lugar é comigo sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Descobri quão grande o amor pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecivel é ve-lo crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Mais lindo e lembrar-te a cada momento e saber que sem ti não sei viver.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Com este sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Descupa-me se me perco em argumentos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas falar-te o que passa aqui por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;É tão lindo, mas mais lindo é dizer-te.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Que contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Achei a minha alma gêmea.&lt;br /&gt;A alegria do meu viver.&lt;br /&gt;E sei que para sempre hei-de amar-te.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Passar cada dia contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Passar cada hora,cada segundo e a eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando se ama de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;É lindo levantar,e mesmo longe de ti saber.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Que só contigo.&lt;br /&gt;O Meu coração bate apertado.&lt;br /&gt;Em um ritmo acelerado.&lt;br /&gt;Como me faz bem meu anjo,por ti estar apaixonado.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Só contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Vou passar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa estrada florida.&lt;br /&gt;Pronta para ser escrita,por quem tanto amo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Só com você.&lt;br /&gt;Sonho acordado.&lt;br /&gt;Ando com olhar distante.&lt;br /&gt;Pois cada instante distante,eu passo,só contigo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-8406461998164073009?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/8406461998164073009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=8406461998164073009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/8406461998164073009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/8406461998164073009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2009/04/encontrei-em-ti-meu-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-8643130014424874604</id><published>2009-04-17T22:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:55:36.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nasce,&lt;br /&gt;um novo dia,&lt;br /&gt;o sol mal se vê...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O desejo aperta no coração,&lt;br /&gt;a alma está fragil!&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti não tem sentido.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu vivo,&lt;br /&gt;eu vivo,&lt;br /&gt;mas sem nada,&lt;br /&gt;nem ninguém&lt;br /&gt;que me possa ajudar&lt;br /&gt;naquilo que mais preciso!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tu és a minha luz!&lt;br /&gt;A minha esperança de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento que doi&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mim sem parar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma ferida que continua aberta,&lt;br /&gt;sem ter nada ou ninguem que a possa fechar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu vivo,&lt;br /&gt;eu morro,&lt;br /&gt;sem estar perto de ti!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-8643130014424874604?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/8643130014424874604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=8643130014424874604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/8643130014424874604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/8643130014424874604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2009/04/morrer.html' 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ti...&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo aprendi a amar,&lt;br /&gt;E quem eu mais amo és tu...&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo aprendi muita coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que mais importa és tu...&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo também aprendi,&lt;br /&gt;Que minha vida não é mesma sem ti...&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo aprendi a querer,&lt;br /&gt;E agora o que eu mais quero és tu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-2665282906918350536?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/2665282906918350536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=2665282906918350536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/2665282906918350536'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;The Lord of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;I come from the evil empire&lt;br /&gt;My kingdom is evil&lt;br /&gt;I am the abyss, the degradation, the chaos&lt;br /&gt;Abgefallen of God, I tempter&lt;br /&gt;I am the Antichrist&lt;br /&gt;My name is Lucifer&lt;br /&gt;The anti-Christ&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of the eclipse&lt;br /&gt;-After unknown Scream-&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Legion, because we are many."&lt;br /&gt;I am the abyss, the degradation&lt;br /&gt;I come from the evil empire&lt;br /&gt;I am the Antichrist&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of the Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-2233974558207111771?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/2233974558207111771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=2233974558207111771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/2233974558207111771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/2233974558207111771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/11/lucifer.html' title='Lucifer'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-2334750273873666616</id><published>2008-10-13T22:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:18:22.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De onde vens tu ó tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixas assim pensativa e melancólica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desassossegada e desanimada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;Porque vieste não sei de onde&lt;br /&gt;E me invadiste sem eu querer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;Quero ser forte sempre&lt;br /&gt;Ter capacidade de enfrentar tudo e todos&lt;br /&gt;Andar alegre e bem disposta&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero em mim!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;Não quero chorar&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que doa&lt;br /&gt;Não quero sentir o teu sabor amargo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero me sentir incapaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;Vai-te embora ó tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E leva contigo as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;A insegurança e a desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Leva contigo esta angústia&lt;br /&gt;Que me invade o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-31182542.post-3707583468623738970</id><published>2008-10-01T13:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:08:58.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tipo, não sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: normal;" class="fr0"&gt;Escrevo-te estas mal traçadas linhas, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Porque veio a saudade visitar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Espero que desculpes os meus erros por favor&lt;br /&gt;Nas frases desta carta&lt;br /&gt;que é uma prova de afeição&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tu não a leias mas quem sabe até darás&lt;br /&gt;Resposta imediata me chamando de meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Porém o que me importa&lt;br /&gt;é confessar-te uma vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Não sei amar na vida mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo faz,&lt;br /&gt;que li no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;A vida cor-de-rosa que eu sonhava&lt;br /&gt;E guardo a impressão&lt;br /&gt;de que já vi passar&lt;br /&gt;Um ano sem te ver,&lt;br /&gt;um ano sem te amar&lt;br /&gt;Ao me apaixonar,&lt;br /&gt;por ti não reparei&lt;br /&gt;Que tu tivestes só entusiasmo&lt;br /&gt;E para terminar, amor assinarei&lt;br /&gt;Do sempre, sempre teu...&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-3707583468623738970?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/3707583468623738970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=3707583468623738970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/3707583468623738970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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caminhos da estrada fria&lt;br /&gt;Num breu impenetrável&lt;br /&gt;Escuro e intragável&lt;br /&gt;Procuram eles a ambrosia perdida&lt;br /&gt;Perdida mas não esquecida,&lt;br /&gt;Ela segue viva&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de seus corações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este não está acabado, mas faltam-me ideias para o acabar... assim que conseguir posto aqui o resto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-4857986329421470811?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/4857986329421470811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=4857986329421470811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/4857986329421470811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/4857986329421470811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-770786084473091718</id><published>2008-07-18T04:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T04:08:49.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>Desculpem a minha ausência nos ultimos tempos, mas como sempre têm acontecido várias coisas na minha vida, e como sempre não tenho tido muito tempo para postar aqui, queria apenas deixar aqui esta menssagem para a pessoa que eu mais amei até este momento e que vou amar para o resto da minha vida, pois está a passar uma fase má mas eu quero ajudá-la, sei que isto nao significa muito, mas é um começo amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm a selfish fake;&lt;br /&gt;you're always a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve you&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm not there for you.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Someone you can come to&lt;br /&gt;Runs deeper than my bones&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna be there for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swirling shades of blue&lt;br /&gt;slow dancing in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The sun kisses the earth,&lt;br /&gt;and I hush my urge to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Someone you can come to&lt;br /&gt;Runs deeper than my bones&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I hear the whispered words&lt;br /&gt;in your masterpiece, Beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;You speak the unspeakable through&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Someone you can come to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;And be someone you can come to&lt;br /&gt;The love runs deeper than my bones&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be someone you can come to&lt;br /&gt;The love runs deeper than my bones&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma musica de flyleaf chamada there for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-770786084473091718?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/770786084473091718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=770786084473091718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/770786084473091718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/770786084473091718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/07/ausncia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-2906280736703684398</id><published>2008-06-22T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:51:16.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>A memory burned within, from a heartfelt second long ago&lt;br /&gt;                  a moment... one single moment, that only a heart can remember&lt;br /&gt;                  a fleeting thought, gone astray, but the feeling looms inside you&lt;br /&gt;                  a boy and a girl... so far apart, so long the days&lt;br /&gt;                  that it took their hearts to remind them...&lt;br /&gt;                  how fortunate they are, that a heart...&lt;br /&gt;                  can return a fleeting thought,&lt;br /&gt;                  one single moment, or a memory burned within...&lt;br /&gt;                  so they can now live as one&lt;br /&gt;                  as only inside true love, can such a past remain&lt;br /&gt;                  until... it's found again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-2906280736703684398?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/2906280736703684398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=2906280736703684398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/2906280736703684398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/2906280736703684398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-232695015379945309</id><published>2008-05-29T02:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:25:58.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosas Negras</title><content type='html'>Quanto tempo nós levamos para plantar e esperar que a rosa negra cresça no jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Paciência é uma virtude e tolerância é uma derrota que já não se encontra em nenhum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas nascem lindas mas têm espinhos como o toque de um anjo mascarado.&lt;br /&gt;E existem ventos que não sopram para dois lados e esses são aqueles que só causam temporais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira quando flora&lt;br /&gt;é sempre igual às outras&lt;br /&gt;porque vem da mesma terra.&lt;br /&gt;Porque vem do mesmo jardim...&lt;br /&gt;... de Rosas Negras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo nós levamos estragando as vidas um do outro porque não sabemos onde encontrar um lugar onde as rosas não exalem a inocência e a discórdia que não nos faça acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida é mais uma das coisinhas&lt;br /&gt;que a nós estragamos e não nos mexemos para recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;Que a mentira uma vez é consequência das mentiras que só são mais fáceis para se enganar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-232695015379945309?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/232695015379945309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=232695015379945309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/232695015379945309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/232695015379945309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/05/rosas-negras.html' title='Rosas Negras'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-1179410087096172639</id><published>2008-03-22T04:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:15:47.265Z</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R-SUeSHxKhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/y8nlWaGVJic/s1600-h/quimosing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R-SUeSHxKhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/y8nlWaGVJic/s320/quimosing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180428719364319762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Este post não irá fazer sentido para a maior parte das pessoas que o lerem.Mas isso também não interessa pois só uma pessoa é que tem que o ler e perceber o que vai por aqui(espero que saibas o que é este aqui)...Espero que algumas das tuas incertesas desapareçam com isto pois eu sei que estás mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No deserto ficáram, na escuridão se abrigáram,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo foi passando e a magoa se curou&lt;br /&gt;O sol renasceu, uma flor floresceu&lt;br /&gt;Ilusões criadas a partir de um momento&lt;br /&gt;Que se torna num tormento&lt;br /&gt;No fundo sabem que nada mudou&lt;br /&gt;Que a escuridão é que os preenche&lt;br /&gt;Que a dor apenas aumentou&lt;br /&gt;Para quê tanto sofrimento?&lt;br /&gt;Será por não poder haver perdão?&lt;br /&gt;Será porque já não há coração?&lt;br /&gt;Coração há e eu sinto-o&lt;br /&gt;Morto não está ele, pois vive no meu&lt;br /&gt;Esquecido não será, pois se alimenta do meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Mas os caminhos foram tomados,&lt;br /&gt;Destinos alterados&lt;br /&gt;Mas que é certo que se voltarão a cruzar&lt;br /&gt;Pois duas pessoas assim não se separam&lt;br /&gt;E estarão unidas até o mundo acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Agora são amigos,irmãos&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que a qualquer momento isso pode mudar&lt;br /&gt;Basta um toque, um olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas vidas separadas vão seguir&lt;br /&gt;Até ao momento da união...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISLU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-1179410087096172639?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/1179410087096172639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=1179410087096172639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/1179410087096172639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/1179410087096172639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/03/madness.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R-SUeSHxKhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/y8nlWaGVJic/s72-c/quimosing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-8011862125014497021</id><published>2008-02-20T11:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:15:47.339Z</updated><title type='text'>Promise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R7wNuqegirI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DNg-2T1IakM/s1600-h/solitude86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R7wNuqegirI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DNg-2T1IakM/s320/solitude86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169021567641881266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Queria dedicar este post a uma pessoa muito especial para mim,que me tem apoiado muito ao longo dos últimos tempos. Ela vai saber quem é quando ler este post,por isso não irei mensionar nomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes últimos dias fiquei a saber coisas sobre ti, senti algumas delas na pele, mas quero que saibas que não te vou abandonar por isso, não te quero deixar voltar ao que eras pois sei que te vais sentir solitária e triste... sei que já te habituás-te a isso, mas talvez a razão dos teus problemas talvez seja não quereres aceitar que podes tentar mudar e ser feliz,eu sei que tens medo de sofrer outra vez,e que a sociedade já te traiu, magoou e renegou,mas isso não interessa porque ainda existem pessoas a teu lado,pensa que se tiveres amigos tens tudo,pois sabes que podes contar com eles...sei que se calhar isto não vai alterar nada,mas vale a pena tentar, pois não consigo,como teu amigo ver-te a sofrer e saber que há algo que eu consigo fazer. Eu só quero o teu bem. Tu já me ensinás-te tanto e eu já mudei algumas coisas graças a ti.. Agradeço por isso pois sinto-me uma pessoa melhor. Como amigo sinto que tenho de fazer algo por ti. Pensa no que digo aqui, minha grande amiga,meu pequeno anjo...adoro ter-te a meu lado :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-8011862125014497021?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/8011862125014497021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=8011862125014497021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/8011862125014497021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/8011862125014497021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/02/promise.html' title='Promise...'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R7wNuqegirI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DNg-2T1IakM/s72-c/solitude86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-1255412014204880280</id><published>2008-02-13T01:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:15:47.411Z</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R7JNR6egiqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vhu94Ta5nDw/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R7JNR6egiqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vhu94Ta5nDw/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166276692697713314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No deserto da minha memória&lt;br /&gt;Procuro vestigios da tua pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentos da nossa pequena história&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz que por todo o lado ecoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será a consciência?&lt;br /&gt;Será o coração?&lt;br /&gt;O coração não pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Pois segundo a ciência&lt;br /&gt;Não tem qualquer razão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio aquilo que me tornei&lt;br /&gt;Por te amar eternamente&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Me torno mais decadente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas cinzas vivo eu&lt;br /&gt;Como um anjo renegado&lt;br /&gt;Com um rosto de podridão&lt;br /&gt;Vergonhosamente estampado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornáste-te uma obcessão&lt;br /&gt;Que tenho que odiar&lt;br /&gt;Por saber que me odeias&lt;br /&gt;Por para sempre te amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por muito que me custe dizer isto, este poema termina uma das fases mais lindas,mas também a mais triste de toda a minha vida...Não vou mencionar nomes pois a pessoa a quem este poema é dedicado sabe quem é. Acabou aqui! Não podia ficar para sempre preso a ti. Obrigado por seres a pessoa que és e me teres tornado no que sou hoje...Nada...Obrigado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-1255412014204880280?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/1255412014204880280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=1255412014204880280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/1255412014204880280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/1255412014204880280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/02/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R7JNR6egiqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vhu94Ta5nDw/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-3093250145896653766</id><published>2008-02-06T15:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:22:43.132Z</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>I’m trying hard to make this work&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much it’s hard to deal sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;But always on my mind and in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to make this work cause I love you&lt;br /&gt;I’m making it work but its hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen you in so long&lt;br /&gt;It’s driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand being without you&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were with you&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could hold you&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;But you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;I need to hold you&lt;br /&gt;I need to see your beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen you in so long&lt;br /&gt;It’s driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand being with out you&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even explain how this feels&lt;br /&gt;I’m constantly hearing your voice&lt;br /&gt;It’s all I hear&lt;br /&gt;I’m constantly seeing you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always love you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always miss you&lt;br /&gt;I need to see you now&lt;br /&gt;I need to hold you now&lt;br /&gt;But you’re out there&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re feeling this way too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re missing me as much as I’m missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen you in so long&lt;br /&gt;It’s driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand being with out you&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema escrito para uma pessoa especial, nunca foi revelado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-3093250145896653766?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/3093250145896653766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=3093250145896653766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/3093250145896653766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/3093250145896653766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazy_06.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-1361386614978483116</id><published>2008-02-06T15:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:53:58.182Z</updated><title type='text'>My World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Gostarias de viver num mundo so meu?&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo onde tud foxe simplesmente perfeito!!!&lt;br /&gt;Um onde não ouve-se ódio&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo onde não ouve-se dor&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo onde os desejos eram realizados&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo onde o amanha era imprevisível&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo impossível&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo irreal&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo de sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo que todos nós desejamos, mas que ninguém iria suportar viver nele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-1361386614978483116?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/1361386614978483116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=1361386614978483116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/1361386614978483116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/1361386614978483116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-world.html' title='My World'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-7469742828113600241</id><published>2008-02-06T15:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:44:54.057Z</updated><title type='text'>True Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sabendo que hoje em dia os amigos são poucos e que ultimamente tenho reparado que não posso confiar muita gente,decidi deixar aqui este post para aqueles a quem em "amo". Voçês a quem eu posso chamar amigos, obrigado muito sinceramente por me ajudarem constantemente e por estarem a meu lado. Quero que saibam que sempre que precisarem podem contar comigo, pois nunca vos abandonarei. Quero apoiar-vos a todos e serei capaz de cumprir o meu "destino" de vos ajudar, pois se fomos juntos por alguma razão foi. Quero pedir desculpa a quem já magoei, traí, desiludi. Mas espero ter aprendido com os meus erros e ter-me tornado uma pessoa bastante mais adulta e melhor.Amo-vos eternamente :D. (decidi dedicar-vos uma musica)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFTBqjEhZw8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFTBqjEhZw8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-7469742828113600241?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/7469742828113600241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=7469742828113600241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/7469742828113600241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/7469742828113600241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-friends.html' title='True Friends'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-3225167473882761102</id><published>2008-01-27T17:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:15:47.511Z</updated><title type='text'>Light and Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R5zETGBaBsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dAzir4AshR0/s1600-h/f_Mirrorbypinm_df3e0b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R5zETGBaBsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dAzir4AshR0/s320/f_Mirrorbypinm_df3e0b8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160215105372817090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could light and darkness be together?&lt;br /&gt;Could they exist at the same time in same place?&lt;br /&gt;Can you do something good without its bad side?&lt;br /&gt;I will give my opinion to anwser this questions.&lt;br /&gt;I think that this two opposites are always together,  even if  you just see one of them,it doesn't mean that the other isn't there too. If you decide to make a good deed to someone,and if to your eyes it was the right thing to do,to the eyes of other person it may not be. So what i think is that we always must measure our actions, if we want to do something we must always think what are the benefits and the consequences of it. And sometimes doing the bad things will help people,you will get fucked up,but someone will be benefited. I think that we need the two sides to be balanced,they complete us,make us think,make us who we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-3225167473882761102?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/3225167473882761102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=3225167473882761102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/3225167473882761102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/3225167473882761102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/01/light-and-darkness.html' title='Light and Darkness'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R5zETGBaBsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dAzir4AshR0/s72-c/f_Mirrorbypinm_df3e0b8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-4196179625076350689</id><published>2008-01-26T05:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T05:32:05.467Z</updated><title type='text'>Hurt me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I see a star so bright&lt;br /&gt;I think of your smile&lt;br /&gt;When I feel the wind blow&lt;br /&gt;I think of your touch&lt;br /&gt;When I taste the rain&lt;br /&gt;I think of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is different&lt;br /&gt;so different you see&lt;br /&gt;When I feel snow&lt;br /&gt;I think of your heart&lt;br /&gt;When I feel nails&lt;br /&gt;I think of how you lied to me&lt;br /&gt;When I see you with another boy&lt;br /&gt;I think about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is crazy&lt;br /&gt;and you can't see&lt;br /&gt;What i am hiding&lt;br /&gt;is how much you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este poema foi escrito as 5:30 da manha. Espero que ninguém me venha dizer que está bonito ou bem escrito, porque eu sei que não. Muito obrigado pela vossa compreensão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-4196179625076350689?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/4196179625076350689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=4196179625076350689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/4196179625076350689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/4196179625076350689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/01/hurt-me.html' title='Hurt me....'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-8889417257451093060</id><published>2008-01-06T12:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:22:27.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mais um ano começou...mais 365 dias de desilusões,solidão,tristeza,alegrias (não sei quais mas talvez aconteça algo bom)...mais um ano nesta sociedade que já não se guia como outrora,um sociedade em que a maioria é falsa,decadente...que já não se importa com o que o rodeia,que olha mas já não vê o que este mundo tem de bom, e nesta sociedade crescemos nós, rapazes e raparigas que se aperceberam da merda de mundo em que vivemos e decidimos refugiarmo-nos na solidão,nos nossos quartos,nas nossas mentes,mesmo estando rodiados de pessoas mesquinhas e falsas,sabemos que no fundo,hoje em dia só podemos confiar em nós proprios, somos chamados de anti-sociais,complexados,entre outras coisas, mas não, nós apenas decidimos não nos guiarmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;s pelo o estériotipo da sociedade actual,somos diferentes,somos nós próprios,temos personalidades criadas de raiz e aperfeiçoadas ao longo dos tempos,não somos como essas "esponjas" que absorvem a personalidade dos outros e fingem gostar das mesmas coisas que nós. Temos pensamentos que surgem espontâniamente de acordo com o que estamos a fazer,temos opiniões sobre aquilo que assistimos,não nos guiamos pelo o que passa naquela caixinha pequena,aquela máquina que serve para fazer lavagens cerebrais ás pessoas que perderam a capacidade de raciocinar...E aqui andamos nós a tentar ter conhecimento de coisas que muito provávelmente nunca iremos utilizar mas que nos dizem ser úteis para o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;  Que futuro? pergunto eu. Se esta sociedade continuar como está agora nós não iremos durar muito mais tempo. Iremos esfumacar-nos no meio de mais uma guerra sem objectivo? Ou iremos ser extintos pelo pouco cuidado com que as pessoas têm com aquilo que é o mais precioso, o seu planeta?&lt;br /&gt;  Eu não sou perfeito, eu sei, mas ao menos tento exprimir aquilo que ocupa o meu pensamento e me atormenta a alma.. . Admito que cometo erros constantemente, mas ao menos admito,evito falar do que não faz parte do meu conhecimento,ao contrário de muitos de hoje em dia...Eu sou definido pela socieade,rótulado pelos que me rodeiam,mas na solidão do meu pensamento é que eu descubro quem sou realmente...penso que muita gente precisava de se encontrar consigo mesma na solidão,pois só assim iriam conheçer-se intimamente.&lt;br /&gt;      Acabo esta critica á sociedade com apenas uma frase: "não se guiem pelo que os outros pensam pois a partir do momento em que deixas de pensar por ti mesmo passás-te a ser mais uma ovelha a ser guiada para o encontro com a  morte..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aizz0o9fPWU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aizz0o9fPWU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-8889417257451093060?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/8889417257451093060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=8889417257451093060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/8889417257451093060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/8889417257451093060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2008/01/vida_06.html' title='Vida....'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-5722156428540439820</id><published>2007-12-08T03:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:16:14.882Z</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R1oO6f2i5UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j4D2HmRoM9o/s1600-h/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R1oO6f2i5UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j4D2HmRoM9o/s320/silence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141438322742322498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Can you forgive me again?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But I didn't mean to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I heard the words come out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I felt like I would die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It hurt so much to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you look at me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not shouting anymore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're silently broken&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to hear those words from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I say something I regret I cry "I don't want to lose you."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;'Cause you were made for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Somehow I'll make you see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How happy you make me&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Without you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I need you to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So stay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look in my eyes and&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And you forgive me again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my one true friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never meant to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dedicated to the ones that were always by my side! LOVE YOU MY TRUE FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-5722156428540439820?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/5722156428540439820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=5722156428540439820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/5722156428540439820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/5722156428540439820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2007/12/forgive-me.html' title='Forgive Me...'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R1oO6f2i5UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j4D2HmRoM9o/s72-c/silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-6027870360697737074</id><published>2007-12-05T00:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:16:15.097Z</updated><title type='text'>Feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R1X4JP2i5TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kYHcIAWdh-g/s1600-h/Gothic_angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R1X4JP2i5TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kYHcIAWdh-g/s320/Gothic_angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140287387471111474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Did you ever felt like this?&lt;br /&gt;To be hollow inside, to hear so many voices but don't recgonising any of them?&lt;br /&gt;To be surrounded by people, but knowing that there is someone missing?&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel without you&lt;br /&gt;You! The one that turned my nightmares into beautiful dreams&lt;br /&gt;You The one that make me feel that life is worth living&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I shared my dreams, my secrets...&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful Dark Butterfly, I miss you so much...&lt;br /&gt;I need you to be complete, to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;I need you because you're the one that I truly love&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have hurted you and that you will never forget what I've done, but I don't want you to forget&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to forgive me and give me a chance to make you happy...&lt;br /&gt;I promise it will worth it...&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't deserve you or the chance that I'm asking for.&lt;br /&gt;But I really need you to be alive&lt;br /&gt;Without you I know I can't survive...&lt;br /&gt;This was my confession, my last wish, my goodbye letter...&lt;br /&gt;Because now its too late...I can't hold on anymore...goodbye my love...&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to be happy, so if I die you will forget me and someday you will be capable of find happiness...&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-6027870360697737074?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/6027870360697737074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=6027870360697737074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/6027870360697737074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/6027870360697737074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2007/12/feelings.html' title='Feelings...'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/R1X4JP2i5TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kYHcIAWdh-g/s72-c/Gothic_angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-5957087302383963983</id><published>2007-11-12T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:16:15.217Z</updated><title type='text'>Every Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/RzhblTkT_cI/AAAAAAAAAEE/x4o7KbSawpk/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131952471854546370" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/RzhblTkT_cI/AAAAAAAAAEE/x4o7KbSawpk/s320/butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Begin, present, fade out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Judgement please don't fail me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time, this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lesson learned is a picture burned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're a memory to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon ignition come bear witness to the greatest therapy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just begin, present, fade out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Judgement please don't fail me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;That was the day I put your picture aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Swallowed the fact that our dream had died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time you close your mind,&lt;br /&gt;You should be seeing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time you close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should be seeing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you lay in bed at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be there in your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So sorrows in, is that what you heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can't cash in on what went wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Helpless isn't the right word but it's the first thatcomes to mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's worse things than being alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think in time&lt;br /&gt;I'll get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was the day I put your picture aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Swallowed the fact that our dream had died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time you close your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should be seeing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Begin, present, fade out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Judgement please don't fail me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're to die for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life means more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;With no light. &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/31182542-5957087302383963983?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/5957087302383963983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=5957087302383963983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/5957087302383963983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/5957087302383963983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2007/11/every-time.html' title='Every Time...'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/RzhblTkT_cI/AAAAAAAAAEE/x4o7KbSawpk/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-6510963888166987825</id><published>2007-11-11T11:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T11:20:57.714Z</updated><title type='text'>Lost Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Is my death important to you?&lt;br /&gt;If I disapear will you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you think of me again?&lt;br /&gt;I have never truly known myself&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm dying, I realise that I never though of it&lt;br /&gt;I am a mistery,a ghost,a life without a purpose&lt;br /&gt;I have always lived in the shadows...and I always will&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt love, only pain and suffering&lt;br /&gt;until I met you....&lt;br /&gt;You were my way in my lost life,you were everything that I needed to be happy&lt;br /&gt;but now I lost you too...so I don't need to be alive...&lt;br /&gt;I became a haunting shadow again,I lost my way one more time...&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to loose the only thing that I still have,&lt;br /&gt;It is time to give myself to ashes,it's time to embrace the darkness with open arms&lt;br /&gt;In these last minutes i finaly realise my purpose in life...&lt;br /&gt;It was to find happiness and to forget it some minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;This is the end...my time to die has come,it is time to vanish,to turn into another memory,another bad dream...&lt;br /&gt;My last words are...."I wish I have never hurt you"...I close my eyes and embrace the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-6510963888166987825?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/6510963888166987825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=6510963888166987825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/6510963888166987825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/6510963888166987825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2007/11/lost-purpose.html' title='Lost Purpose'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-3383388202634317233</id><published>2007-08-25T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:16:15.388Z</updated><title type='text'>Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/RtAgyo3geVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yaIopV7LwHA/s1600-h/1031643278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/RtAgyo3geVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yaIopV7LwHA/s320/1031643278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102614432146553170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here you stand sitting with guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The look stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the one thing that I cannot give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can give you freedom from your guilt,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;with a flick of my wrist onto yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can give you death with the look upon my face. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no last kiss &amp; no regrets;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't deserve good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you stand sitting with guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a short story, the one you add to daily, you are the tragic loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No story book ending for this fairy tale of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just the one composed with blood taken from your pen that you hold in your lifeless hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cry for you. Shed tears. Mourn. Wish the end. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much it's like choking down the embers of a great blaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread&lt;br /&gt;aspersions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let this one person come down on the most perfect moment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart to know the only reason&lt;br /&gt;you are here now is a reminder of what I'll never have..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll never have..&lt;br /&gt;I'll never...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But this table for one has become bearable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now take comfort in this, and for this, I cherish you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you let this one person come down.. come down. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say that you would do the same for me.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;just say you would do the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For as much as I love Autumn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm giving myself to Ashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-3383388202634317233?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/3383388202634317233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=3383388202634317233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/3383388202634317233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/3383388202634317233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2007/08/ashes.html' title='Ashes'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/RtAgyo3geVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yaIopV7LwHA/s72-c/1031643278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-1038807726667285698</id><published>2007-08-03T15:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:16:15.569Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/RrM-yj0CrAI/AAAAAAAAADI/xgPlG8G_MZQ/s1600-h/sorry.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/RrM-yj0CrAI/AAAAAAAAADI/xgPlG8G_MZQ/s320/sorry.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094484641814064130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m not special I’m not special I’m not special I’m not special I’m not special... I’m not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;special. I’m just a blur in society, a tiny spec of life. A waste of breath a complete waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;of space. I didn’t deserve to live, do you think I deserved to live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“No,” I muttered softly to nobody. Nobody was here, but a thousand people could be in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;very room with me and they wouldn’t have heard me. Nobody ever hears me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nobody listens and nobody cares. I looked into the mirror and smiled, or tried to. It looked like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a smile, to anybody else in this world it have looked like one. The shape and structure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;certainly showed a smile. Lips stretched and parted, white sparkling teeth showing. Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;did it look like a grimace to me? Well, it was because it’s a fake smile. The smile that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;everybody sees, because a frown is just too pathetic. Nobody would notice anyway... I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;don’t know why I pretend to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Your just acting,” I hissed to the image in the mirror as if it were somebody besides me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Just acting just acting...” Just acting, yes I was always acting, acting like everything was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;alright. The truth was, if I had been honest and tried to tell people that I was thinking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;giving up on life they probably wouldn’t have noticed. They would be too absorbed in their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;own tragic lives. I don’t blame them, I’m too concealed in darkness to take notice in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;anybody else’s. It’s going to be a shame... Because sometimes life could throw you a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;of happiness. Sometimes I really did smile, sometimes I really did feel loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Shame...” I muttered as I walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a knife from the cupboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and slowly made my way upstairs. I laid down into my bathtub and closed my eyes. Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;filled my soul, and panic pure terrorized panic crept into my mind. Was I ready to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;away? Was I really ready to be forgotten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Yes,” I cried out clutching the knife in my pale hand. Nothing could stop me now, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I lifted my wrist and ran my knife into the vein. Pain sheered throughout my entire body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The knife stopped for a moment. My breathing was heavy, my chest rose up and down, up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and down. My last gasps of air, it was bitter and sinister. Next arm, the pain had now turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;into a numbness. I laid my head down and sighed in relief. Nothing left to do but stop breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nothing left to do but fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Where I belong,” I could barely open my lips to whisper those words. Darkness seeped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;over my eyelids. Splashes of light danced wherever I looked. Sounds of footsteps could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;distantly heard. I couldn’t be sure, I could barely hear anything anymore. The door to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bathroom opened and I saw a blurred figure. It was my mom.  I didn’t expect her to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;home for another hour. Now she had to watch me die, now I had to watch her crying as I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;die. As my mind finally slipped away, I whispered one last thing to my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“I’m sorry,” and I was oh so sorry. I didn’t think I would hurt anybody but myself. I didn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;think anybody would miss me, but I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-1038807726667285698?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/1038807726667285698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=1038807726667285698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/1038807726667285698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/1038807726667285698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-not-special-im-not-special-im-not.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/RrM-yj0CrAI/AAAAAAAAADI/xgPlG8G_MZQ/s72-c/sorry.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31182542.post-1974931563687707429</id><published>2007-07-27T23:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:16:15.745Z</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/RqqBoz0Cq3I/AAAAAAAAACA/tn0viE-cxHc/s1600-h/1144213986_rior_10619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/RqqBoz0Cq3I/AAAAAAAAACA/tn0viE-cxHc/s320/1144213986_rior_10619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092024866799004530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"As paredes parecem ruir em cima de mim, olho á minha volta e vejo que estou sosinho, fui abandonado,jogado fora,chamo em desespero por aqueles que um dia chamei de amigos,aqueles que prometeram nunca me abandonar,aqueles que diziam que so me queriam ver feliz,onde estão eles agora? onde foram? porque não oiço nenhuma das suas vozes? o meu mundo acabou,morri,pois sem amigos uma pessoa não se pode considerar viva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  por muito poucos que sejam os meus amigos espero que eles nunca me abandonem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31182542-1974931563687707429?l=sethbetrayal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/feeds/1974931563687707429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31182542&amp;postID=1974931563687707429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/1974931563687707429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31182542/posts/default/1974931563687707429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethbetrayal.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-paredes-parecem-ruir-em-cima-de-mim.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07682078940319185860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KMEc9zOYFA/RqqBoz0Cq3I/AAAAAAAAACA/tn0viE-cxHc/s72-c/1144213986_rior_10619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
