<?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-1877210629505410325</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:00:14.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep within a soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-1395809416430036317</id><published>2009-08-04T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:26:06.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O FIM DO BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/SninCotT76I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/ofYSEaDACA0/s1600-h/fui.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/SninCotT76I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/ofYSEaDACA0/s400/fui.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366222619740991394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É galera, tudo o que é bom acaba... Não não não... Na vida nada termina, se transforma. Prefiro assim. É que vou ser sincero nesse post de hoje, estou cansado demais dessa vida de blogueiro. Tenho 4 blogs ativos (lógico, nenhum deles é passivo, mermão rsrs) e a cada dia que passa me meto em mais e mais projetos desse meu universo paralelo. Eu sou muito hiperativo, deu para perceber pelos blogs, não é mesmo?  E foi em um devaneio louco que passou por essa cabeça medíocre que cheguei a conclusão de que deveria acabar com todos os meus blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calma, isso não significa que deixaria de estar presente. Vamos lá, como tenho 4 blogs ativos e distintos que venho alimentando nesses 2 anos de vida blogueira resolvi jogar tudo no liquidificador e montar uma coisa só. Sim, uma única coisa. Criei o meu “Portão” de notícias meu, não só de notícias é verdade, e é por ele que todos vocês poderão conhecer um pouco mais do meu mundo, que não é lá tão dividido como nos blogs. Sou um só, não é? Então, não precisava ter quatro blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E orgulhosamente apresento a vocês o Renan Barreto Online, ou RBO para os íntimos, que tem uma função apenas. Fazer você, leitor ou leitora, um pouco menos inteligente do que é e se informando com conteúdo de segunda mão. Afinal, escrever com as uma mão só é cansativo, como é bom ser ambidestro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, o que está esperando pra me visitar na nova casa? Odeio esperar. Sou meio impaciente sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://renanbarretoonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://renanbarretoonline.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; humor, games, mangás, poesia, humor (sim, de novo) e muita informação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renan Barreto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;é megalomaníaco, pretende dominar o mundo e tem um amigo chamado Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-1395809416430036317?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1395809416430036317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-fim-do-blog.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4386086153025845700</id><published>2009-08-03T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:18:52.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neste verão</title><content type='html'>Me encontre ao meio dia&lt;div&gt;Assim como da última vez, então&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escolhi esse horário por ser mais adequado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque só tenho meio coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prometo que não irei fugir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem faz parte da minha loucura já que estou são&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que não irei dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegarei lá na hora com um leve balançar de mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prometo que não verei lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois meus olhos são de pedra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vejo mais como antes mas tenho uma razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora aprendi e dou até aulas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de tudo, depois da queda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consegui me levantar do frio chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me encontre uma vez mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não importa se a hora é ruim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me encontre para me despedir ou irei não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De qualquer jeito, tanto faz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos simplesmente fazer assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parto agora e viajarei nesta estação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto que não esperarei o inverno chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O frio é triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero recomeçar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viajarei neste verão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4386086153025845700?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4386086153025845700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/neste-verao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4386086153025845700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4386086153025845700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/neste-verao.html' title='Neste verão'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-6330509322777952825</id><published>2009-07-31T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:42:13.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>It's not easy but it's time&lt;br /&gt;You must do what you are meant to&lt;br /&gt;I know it too&lt;br /&gt;But I never had courage in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and tell me what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Another may tell me if you don't come back&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big deal, and you know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because I have something you never had&lt;br /&gt;Having you as a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends is all we need&lt;br /&gt;Love may come&lt;br /&gt;But true friends come and never go away&lt;br /&gt;Friends is all we need&lt;br /&gt;They're a few not some&lt;br /&gt;And they are with till the end of days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-6330509322777952825?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6330509322777952825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6330509322777952825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6330509322777952825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7868953768258527750</id><published>2009-07-27T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:50:38.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange nonsense</title><content type='html'>There's a feeling I feel and a place I must go&lt;div&gt;This was a dream surreal, it's was real I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a hole you're hinding, you're hiding in a hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are there it's fine, it's there where I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can be there again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be just friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And nothing will get wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it won't be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the complaints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must get along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a house I can find you. Now where you live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have to buy you a blouse or give you this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't like my gifts and that's I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want me but I'll stay with you though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's time to play. Well it's your turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't go ahead nothing will move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And forever aching your heart will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a matter of speaking stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can be there again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be just friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And nothing will get wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it won't be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the complaints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must get along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when we're 62 we'll have many memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And berries and cherries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And will travel the world just like old friends do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you'll take care of me as I'll take care of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7868953768258527750?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7868953768258527750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/strange-nonsense.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7868953768258527750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7868953768258527750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/strange-nonsense.html' title='Strange nonsense'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8956211791087894857</id><published>2009-07-20T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:18:01.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality hurts</title><content type='html'>It’s cold and my heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s filled with nothingness&lt;br /&gt;Around here an angel was sent&lt;br /&gt;But his face shows his loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking in the dark I feel you’re here&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my mind in two&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts because I don’t have moved&lt;br /&gt;Moved on to a new shore and traveled through a dead sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow begins to fall&lt;br /&gt;I see it falling from the ever white sky&lt;br /&gt;Again I here a call&lt;br /&gt;But I promised to myself I wouldn’t cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be strong&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;I’m not all alone&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a place where I really belong!!!&lt;br /&gt;You hear?&lt;br /&gt;I want a place to belong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s all in my head&lt;br /&gt;Illusions of death and its suddenness&lt;br /&gt;I can barely swear&lt;br /&gt;I won’t feel loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking out loud&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing near me&lt;br /&gt;Stop making this creepy sound&lt;br /&gt;Stop making me see&lt;br /&gt;Reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8956211791087894857?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-5907566458708543274</id><published>2009-07-18T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:29:43.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã já vem</title><content type='html'>Como é bom saber que amanhã é bom&lt;br /&gt;Louco dizer isso se não sabemos o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre será bom, então&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que estejamos no fundo ou no fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã é luz&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã é novo&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã é alguém que diz eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;É um desatino&lt;br /&gt;É um amor&lt;br /&gt;É o destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que é difícil de lembrar o que fizemos&lt;br /&gt;Mas é tão fácil imaginar como o amanhã será&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se é pouco o que temos&lt;br /&gt;Logo o amanhã chegará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom saber que nossas preocupações se foram&lt;br /&gt;Assim como nossos medos&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, nossa esperança&lt;br /&gt;Viver sem receio&lt;br /&gt;As partidas são tristes&lt;br /&gt;Deixemos para depois&lt;br /&gt;Se deixarmos para amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe elas nunca acontecerão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que é difícil pensar em falar de amor e perdão&lt;br /&gt;Talvez mais complicado do que fazer bolo&lt;br /&gt;Os fins de tarde olhando para o céu esperando por nada é tão bom&lt;br /&gt;Assim como falar de ternura e paixão&lt;br /&gt;Seja amante, seja louco, seja sábio, seja tolo&lt;br /&gt;Seja tudo, só não deixe de ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;O que é que tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que digo é para o nosso bem&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quero é sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E dizer que estou com sono para logo dormir&lt;br /&gt;Fique feliz. Amanhã já vem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-5907566458708543274?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5907566458708543274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/amanha-ja-vem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5907566458708543274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5907566458708543274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/amanha-ja-vem.html' title='Amanhã já vem'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8289757377457321023</id><published>2009-07-18T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:18:58.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear death</title><content type='html'>Why fighting like this instead going else where?&lt;br /&gt;I must look for the place I’m happy in&lt;br /&gt;Why crying over nothing while there’s nothing in the head?&lt;br /&gt;I ought to find something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Why opening the door if only the wind will enter?&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong and face the fact that there is nowhere I am meant to belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of days that never were fill my mind&lt;br /&gt;I look at the ceiling and I see a blured picture &lt;br /&gt;Why I must seek people that never were?&lt;br /&gt;Why I keep looking for if I’ll never find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to say that all I feel means nothing&lt;br /&gt;Not even my hatred is real&lt;br /&gt;I have such weak thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I’m used to have closed my heart with a seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut tight the window for the cold is here&lt;br /&gt;I was freezing but I like that&lt;br /&gt;The point is I’m alone, you see?&lt;br /&gt;I talk to myself and speak words I have already said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay close to the wall&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I hear a call&lt;br /&gt;It’s a woman’s voice&lt;br /&gt;But how can I hear if I’m deaf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what it is but I stand tall&lt;br /&gt;It’s cold… That’s all&lt;br /&gt;The voice&lt;br /&gt;I hear death &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm frightened but happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel my heart beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least once in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm gone not knowing what is wrong and what is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8289757377457321023?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8289757377457321023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hear-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8289757377457321023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8289757377457321023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hear-death.html' title='I hear death'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4305880596169115054</id><published>2009-07-18T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:41:23.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de tarde</title><content type='html'>Sabe aquele fim de tarde&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente não tem nada para fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Aquele céu laranja que chega sem alarde&lt;br /&gt;E nos faz deitar na varanda sem nada para querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol se recolhe aos poucos como se tivesse sono&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o real motivo disso, mas acho que entendo&lt;br /&gt;O cansaço chega a todos e à noite o sol toma um tombo&lt;br /&gt;Mas no dia seguinte ele volta com seu esmero todo de sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de tarde é transição, me lembra de mudança&lt;br /&gt;Partidas no poente&lt;br /&gt;O sol cadente ao fundo de um novo verão dorme como criança&lt;br /&gt;Indo triste, mas ainda quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São poucos que conseguem enxergar a maravilha que é o fim de tarde&lt;br /&gt;Poucos sabem a importância de um carinho grátis&lt;br /&gt;Alguns olham e continuam a andar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não. Prefiro parar para observar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4305880596169115054?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4305880596169115054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/fim-de-tarde.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4305880596169115054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4305880596169115054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/fim-de-tarde.html' title='Fim de tarde'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-5870873363232575833</id><published>2009-07-17T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:41:35.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're going back to the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're going back to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're going back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're going back to the beginning, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;This is the last stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;There's really nothing further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Not even a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're finally on the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We must go back to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're going back to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're going back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're going back to the beginning, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We have walked hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;And found a dead end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;It's a said part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;But we don't bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;To say we were sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Back to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;When I go to the bottom I go down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I raise my head upward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;And see the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;'cause you're in my sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;- Let's find  a new way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Let's forget it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;There's no need! No wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We need to go , you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Back to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're going back to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're going back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're going back to the beginning, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So we are lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So we don't know which way to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Let's see we have a coin to toss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;and the answer to the end of the maze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Is going back to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're going back to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're going back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We're going back to the beginning, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-5870873363232575833?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5870873363232575833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-going-back-to-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5870873363232575833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5870873363232575833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-going-back-to-beginning.html' title='We&apos;re going back to the beginning'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-3783921868837244549</id><published>2009-07-11T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:13:24.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in sun after rain</title><content type='html'>I believe in sun after rain&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m just out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;But you have to trust me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make days brighter and they won’t be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whirlwind in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s something I must know&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what my heart is for&lt;br /&gt;You gotta teach me&lt;br /&gt;All the things of life&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what my love is for&lt;br /&gt;You gotta see that, please&lt;br /&gt;Make me go out of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you go&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where to&lt;br /&gt;You don’t come back&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head is broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My chest swollen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes bleeding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the rain is gonna teach me&lt;br /&gt;What you had to&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my days will be the same&lt;br /&gt;All without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in sun after rain &lt;br /&gt;I know I’m just out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have strengh in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know what I'm gonna find in this life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-3783921868837244549?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3783921868837244549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-believe-in-sun-after-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/3783921868837244549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/3783921868837244549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-believe-in-sun-after-rain.html' title='I believe in sun after rain'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-9129262508647579158</id><published>2009-07-10T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:27:53.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about the days of yore</title><content type='html'>I have something to say&lt;div&gt;Something I believe no one will blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have something that belongs to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd throw it away but I don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's get out now and talk about silly stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's date under a tagerine tree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be good, you'll see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't close your eyes so often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to walk with them open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But light will guide your way through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll guide you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing is so real that cannot be a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And think of all the things you do and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about the days of yore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-9129262508647579158?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9129262508647579158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/think-about-days-of-yore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/9129262508647579158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/9129262508647579158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/think-about-days-of-yore.html' title='Think about the days of yore'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4148222812167235618</id><published>2009-07-09T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:46:15.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só viva e deixe viver</title><content type='html'>E é só amor e nada mais&lt;div&gt;Seja o que for se não doer não tem graça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim é a vida nossa de cada dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amando, odiando, chorando e rindo por não ter nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sendo um homem ou mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faça só o que tens na cabeça, o que quiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esqueça que alguns são o que são por aparência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não têm experiência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De dizer o que se quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembra, como o mundo era antes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não? Amar assim é o que faz seu mundo girar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gira como se nunca fosse parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até que alguém grita Stop e você cai por não acreditar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor acaba, a vida acaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada é eterno. Nada nem o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que é pra sempre não tem graça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A única coisa que tem que ser eterna é a nossa capacidade de sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade por trás da razão do meu viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E do ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja quem quiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homem ou mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só viva e deixe viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4148222812167235618?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4148222812167235618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-viva-e-deixe-viver.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4148222812167235618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4148222812167235618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-viva-e-deixe-viver.html' title='Só viva e deixe viver'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7424170994304259099</id><published>2009-06-27T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:25:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all I care I'll be there!</title><content type='html'>Let me feel your heart beating &lt;div&gt;Let me really feel what you're feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget about the past. I don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just call me and I'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep thinking about a dream I dreamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to feel the joy I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it for me so stay aware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I steal your heart for it is all I care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You feel young that's great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm here behind it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a song I've sung, mate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never hide it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I found it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in your chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My reason to live and feel alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to let you know I'll be by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't matter what they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's me who will get you better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just call me and I'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhere for all I care &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7424170994304259099?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7424170994304259099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-all-i-care-ill-be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7424170994304259099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7424170994304259099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-all-i-care-ill-be-there.html' title='For all I care I&apos;ll be there!'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8117138568321988510</id><published>2009-06-26T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:12:33.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voar</title><content type='html'>Quero só voar sem ter direção &lt;div&gt;Quero saber como chegar, mas tenho medo de te encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe como é meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero ter como lhe ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem ter medo de não a levar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O céu com nuvens negras vai me dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que devo fazer nessas horas de dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto que o seu olhar se perde em todas as direções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho medo de voar em meio a escuridão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas me diga uma vez mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São suas asas que te mantém no ar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não importa se você não quer voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou chorar, mas não posso negar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto falta de uma companhia assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me diga o que fazer nessas horas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vá e me diga como é e como deve ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se vou ou não gostar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja como for nunca vou duvidar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De sua palavra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto estamos voando solitários no céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em noites sem estrelas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho mais espadas nem elmos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas lutarei  uma vez mais sem pestanejar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afinal, a liberdade final é voar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8117138568321988510?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8117138568321988510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/voar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8117138568321988510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8117138568321988510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/voar.html' title='Voar'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4336790193271907062</id><published>2009-06-21T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:53:22.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death equals deaf</title><content type='html'>The wind blowing in the woods&lt;br /&gt;The apples falling from the trees&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t&lt;br /&gt;Help me&lt;br /&gt;The whole world moving&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn’t hear&lt;br /&gt;What was far away or near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m upside down living in a torn reality&lt;br /&gt;I’m somewhere between the real and the make believe world&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking sadly&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hear a word!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m living underneath the ground&lt;br /&gt;I see, there’s nothing good to talk about&lt;br /&gt;And I want to tell all I think and all my choices&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t even hear my own voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;I heard something&lt;br /&gt;Someone singing!&lt;br /&gt;So beautifully&lt;br /&gt;So silently&lt;br /&gt;With the heart&lt;br /&gt;You’re the sight that made me hear again&lt;br /&gt;Weird, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;My vision brought me back from the mute world&lt;br /&gt;I’m not deaf anymore&lt;br /&gt;Since when you broke that door…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4336790193271907062?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4336790193271907062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/death-equals-deaf.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4336790193271907062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4336790193271907062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/death-equals-deaf.html' title='Death equals deaf'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-5346612763120359297</id><published>2009-06-19T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:12:08.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in store</title><content type='html'>And he could’ve told you what he was looking for&lt;br /&gt;Although neither did he knew what was it&lt;br /&gt;You loved him like I loved her&lt;br /&gt;If I could just help you, everything would be all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to tell you all I’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be better than before&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you the pain you bear will be healed soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me happiness just for a while&lt;br /&gt;He’s gone&lt;br /&gt;I’m so used to forget all the good stuff, but never forgot to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fall you’d just watch instead of catching me&lt;br /&gt;The way you watched him go away running from all you built&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s hard to get but it’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long you want to live?&lt;br /&gt;You never saw the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Never saw who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you will&lt;br /&gt;In a storm or in the rain&lt;br /&gt;You choose&lt;br /&gt;You are exhausted I see that in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Try and fight&lt;br /&gt;And everything will be all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to drown in my own tears&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason and purposes in this life&lt;br /&gt;All I want is turn your darkness into light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of your efforts will bring him back&lt;br /&gt;Put this in your silly head&lt;br /&gt;I’m here… It’s sad…&lt;br /&gt;But it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Let’s live now&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;Or we will die in our own memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and say ‘hi’ to the world&lt;br /&gt;Forget you have problems and a troubled life&lt;br /&gt;I’ll guide your way toward the light&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going to be all right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-5346612763120359297?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5346612763120359297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-is-in-store.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5346612763120359297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5346612763120359297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-is-in-store.html' title='Love is in store'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-9155313903113860328</id><published>2009-06-15T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:45:34.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pássaro voando</title><content type='html'>Ouça ele vindo&lt;div&gt;Sinta sua presença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele pode não voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ainda tenha sua crença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele saiu e te deixou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas deixou o mundo também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sumiu e nada lhe restou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A não ser a memória de um certo alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendeste a ser mais feliz com ele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendeste a sorrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendeste a correr e tudo de bom teve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendeste a ser assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele foi-se com sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas esqueceu de deixar os seus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levou tantos que com eles desapareceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não poderia prever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aliás, ainda não pode crer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que ele se foi sem adeus dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se bem, que ele não disse pra ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você foi feliz com ele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendeu a viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendeu como é o seu ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora libertas-te dessa prisão de lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E viva como se fosse morrer amanhã de algum mal derradeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo sem saber, esse foi um conselho sábio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E verdadeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-9155313903113860328?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9155313903113860328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-passaro-voando.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/9155313903113860328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/9155313903113860328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-passaro-voando.html' title='Um pássaro voando'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-5698022907692018502</id><published>2009-06-13T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:04:51.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu fiquei</title><content type='html'>De braços abertos vejo o horizonte &lt;div&gt;Sendo aprisionado por aqueles que têm medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De longe ou de perto não sei ao certo até onde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poderei ir sem ter receio de chegar tarde ou cedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você que quer me derrotar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saibas que nunca conseguirá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poderemos lutar para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O final será igual, nunca diferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu continuarei do mesmo jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim como no começo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando ainda tínhamos forças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinta ódio, mas não sinta medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caso contrário saberás seu desfecho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fim sei que não vou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fim sei que não mudarei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você se foi... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu fiquei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-5698022907692018502?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5698022907692018502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-fiquei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5698022907692018502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5698022907692018502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-fiquei.html' title='Eu fiquei'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-3815511309202590884</id><published>2009-06-11T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:35:28.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I tried to do it some time ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I hadn't got what it takes to be the best one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried out my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I realized I have none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried my best but I couldn't suceed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried my worst but I wasn't so complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to be just me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm nothing but a name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They doubt me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They fear me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They think I'm dangerous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They talk about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They think I'm contagious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm no one else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm here with this prize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want somebody by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-3815511309202590884?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3815511309202590884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/3815511309202590884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/3815511309202590884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-3.html' title='ME 3'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8619465242037544388</id><published>2009-06-05T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:45:55.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode a Ícaro</title><content type='html'>Ele só queria voar&lt;br /&gt;Ele só queria encontrar um bom lugar&lt;br /&gt;Ele só queria ter algum lugar para retornar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele só queria alguém por perto&lt;br /&gt;Ele só queria deixar de ser incerto&lt;br /&gt;Ele só queria gritar de peito aberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele só queria voltar no tempo e consertar o que estava errado&lt;br /&gt;Ele só queria ter um nome novo&lt;br /&gt;Ele só queria mudar e não o contrário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele era simples&lt;br /&gt;Ele era difícil&lt;br /&gt;Ele era um Aquiles&lt;br /&gt;Ou o próprio destino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8619465242037544388?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8619465242037544388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/ode-icaro.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8619465242037544388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8619465242037544388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/ode-icaro.html' title='Ode a Ícaro'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7911387519820030653</id><published>2009-06-05T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:43:08.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida pela leitura</title><content type='html'>Ela continua lendo o livro e eu aqui sem entender&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as figuras e ela me diz o que eu só consigo ver&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu for adulto aprenderei a ler&lt;br /&gt;Você vai ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as figuras, mas elas só ilustram a minha leitura&lt;br /&gt;São só imagens&lt;br /&gt;Mas a viagem é mostrada pelas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes selvagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os óculos vieram para me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo mais ler tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Só com eles consigo enxergar&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é que tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje só ouço alguém me contar&lt;br /&gt;Uma história bonita para eu me deliciar&lt;br /&gt;Falam de fatos que há tempos ouvi&lt;br /&gt;Agora é minha neta que lê para mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7911387519820030653?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7911387519820030653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/vida-pela-leitura.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7911387519820030653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7911387519820030653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/vida-pela-leitura.html' title='A vida pela leitura'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8032517808845621033</id><published>2009-06-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:09:08.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one called Me</title><content type='html'>I take this soul&lt;br /&gt;That is inside you&lt;br /&gt;I will always know&lt;br /&gt;What to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to show who I really am&lt;br /&gt;And never think of leaving&lt;br /&gt;I found out what the truth looks like, then&lt;br /&gt;It’s just what I’m thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out and have another sense of wealth&lt;br /&gt;I need to find myself&lt;br /&gt;Take me out of your shelf&lt;br /&gt;I need to be myself!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow&lt;br /&gt;I have to be true&lt;br /&gt;Under the sun or in the snow&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be so cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to walk out this dirty road&lt;br /&gt;I want to live with the wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;I love you the most&lt;br /&gt;But I am also part of everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out and have another sense of wealth&lt;br /&gt;I need to find myself&lt;br /&gt;Take me out of your shelf&lt;br /&gt;I need to be myself!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired living in a hole&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see what I have to see&lt;br /&gt;I feel I’m getting close&lt;br /&gt;To discover who is this one I call me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8032517808845621033?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8032517808845621033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-called-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8032517808845621033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8032517808845621033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-called-me.html' title='The one called Me'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8075735575727582389</id><published>2009-05-31T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:33:19.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate freedom</title><content type='html'>It's all a mystery to me&lt;div&gt;I hope I'll understand it someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all that anger and greed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes me sick cause no one pays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're so crazy and selfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to swim with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living without rules... I wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to ask you to come back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you're well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll shelter you tightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I'll do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just need to swear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm far from home but who's not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have to know who is this one who lives inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I'll be born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birth will be filled with wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to go with you and not alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all I want is ultimate freedom!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you're well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll shelter you tightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I'll do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You jus need to swear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8075735575727582389?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8075735575727582389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/ultimate-freedom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8075735575727582389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8075735575727582389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/ultimate-freedom.html' title='Ultimate freedom'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-6373259616330491942</id><published>2009-05-30T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:29:09.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey of a sad young man</title><content type='html'>This is the start of my jouney that means a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get to know who I really want to be&lt;br /&gt;While you pursue me I’ll keep wandering&lt;br /&gt;And if you never find me again&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and keep up with your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On benches I sleep silently&lt;br /&gt;No one ever understood my reasons&lt;br /&gt;For getting into a journey like this&lt;br /&gt;I want to gaze the sky in every season&lt;br /&gt;And forget all the lies and treasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go somewhere far from here&lt;br /&gt;Discover myself and find something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll keep going sailing on this neverending sea&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to fear it, I have all I need&lt;br /&gt;I’m alive and I still have dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I forever disappear&lt;br /&gt;Look at my old photos and remember all that was good&lt;br /&gt;In order to remember me&lt;br /&gt;So it’ll be a neverfogetting tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey is far from the final stop&lt;br /&gt;I have to put myself together in order to be whole&lt;br /&gt;I’ll come back when I’m at the top&lt;br /&gt;Or at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care for love, life, hatred, knife&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, crys, no places or sights&lt;br /&gt;Give me truth instead of lies&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I ask&lt;br /&gt;Simply look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to say it's all that I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give, share, please, care, live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this song is about a sad young man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-6373259616330491942?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6373259616330491942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/journey-of-sad-young-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6373259616330491942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6373259616330491942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/journey-of-sad-young-man.html' title='The journey of a sad young man'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7924227262376873143</id><published>2009-05-29T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:54:38.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and whatever it is</title><content type='html'>It's a new mistake&lt;div&gt;A new way fo doing it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The choice is yours to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just think then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's go and find out who we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's forget who they think we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do what you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Repeat it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's dance in the woods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's live and sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to say I did all I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's go do something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erase the sad memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let good stuff in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's grab some cherries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or at least let's do some unique things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7924227262376873143?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7924227262376873143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-and-whatever-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7924227262376873143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7924227262376873143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-and-whatever-it-is.html' title='Life and whatever it is'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-6606149959598847378</id><published>2009-05-28T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:40:54.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You hold me tight</title><content type='html'>I'd like to tell you how I feel&lt;div&gt;I'd like to say it's for real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time, all that matters is this starry night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you must go and show me how you do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to tell you about your strong will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to tell you It's not a big deal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time, all that matter is this good bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you must know and close your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to tell you it's a new way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of saying the same things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so unfair not to care about life and love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ever dare to come here closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The broken parts will be fixed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The inner good will be unleashed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say it once more... Say it only for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me now you'll come like yore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you say it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you hold it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you love it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is just the way you live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you live... With me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you belong here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You keep me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hold me tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-6606149959598847378?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6606149959598847378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-hold-me-tight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6606149959598847378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6606149959598847378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-hold-me-tight.html' title='You hold me tight'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8879166364904578044</id><published>2009-05-23T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:32:30.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindness</title><content type='html'>What would happen if I go blind?&lt;div&gt;I'd talk normaly or I'd die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd be free or still have prejudices?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd be joking or I'd cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd judge or I'd help no matter what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd tell the truth or I'd just lie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd hide and be caught?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd live and always fight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would happen if I was the only one who see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd betray you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd be a leader?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd pretend I'm blind too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd go anywhere whitout rules?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd kill and eat all the food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd fly and make everyone pay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd keep judging playing this game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Society has no dignity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to dance like they do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not so silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I assume you're not too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8879166364904578044?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8879166364904578044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/blindness.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8879166364904578044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8879166364904578044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/blindness.html' title='Blindness'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-256006697029221861</id><published>2009-05-18T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:04:44.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renan’s lulaby</title><content type='html'>Sleep tight and forget all that is bad&lt;br /&gt;Feel all right my dear friend&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight and forget you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Just hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well my darling&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will come fast, you’ll see&lt;br /&gt;Free you mind&lt;br /&gt;And wait until dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my words&lt;br /&gt;Listen carefully&lt;br /&gt;You will wake up soon enough&lt;br /&gt;Hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m singing&lt;br /&gt;Just for you though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;While you’re in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be all right&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll stay by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight and hug a tree in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Travel to a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;Where you can be whatever you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;And free your very soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;All you want is here&lt;br /&gt;Travel to a distant land&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my words&lt;br /&gt;Listen carefully&lt;br /&gt;You will wake up soon enough&lt;br /&gt;Hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m singing&lt;br /&gt;Just for you though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-256006697029221861?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/256006697029221861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/renans-lulaby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/256006697029221861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/256006697029221861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/renans-lulaby.html' title='Renan’s lulaby'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-2892453239096300719</id><published>2009-05-15T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:44:25.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to change the world</title><content type='html'>Free your mind&lt;div&gt;Remember me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's be what we can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new revolution where there's neither love nor hatred &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new solution for me to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new conclusion we have made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new site, yet, like our old place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say you want to change the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but don't even know where to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to change it with my words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm stupid and not so smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who knows I'll do it somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't need to be now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all do what we can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you don't want to wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You better get going or else you'll get hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thinking won't change the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a new constituition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One I make myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not the solution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What'll I do instead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to change the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't know how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll do it someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never give up and I'm not going down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-2892453239096300719?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2892453239096300719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wan-to-change-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/2892453239096300719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/2892453239096300719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wan-to-change-world.html' title='I want to change the world'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-1008121615748582408</id><published>2009-05-12T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:00:08.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead bird</title><content type='html'>If you care so much for money&lt;div&gt;Go back to your home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay away from me honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let me being lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody knows it was a mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This wing was not yours to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind blew my dreams away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't want it to be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell into a deep hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With nothing but my powerfull sword&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have only hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Im almost as free as a bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new word for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So new I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll wake up soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, I go out grabbing my dirty coat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go to sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And forget about all my sad thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and remember all that I forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go to nowhere land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And see the faceless man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'll tell me want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I still don't have a clue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-1008121615748582408?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1008121615748582408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-bird.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/1008121615748582408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/1008121615748582408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-bird.html' title='Dead bird'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7196847689107188459</id><published>2009-05-11T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:15:57.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For good!!!</title><content type='html'>Don’t you want me taking you for a ride?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you want me saying I’m right?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you want me looking at nothing in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you want me saying you’re no one else’s but mine?&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m going to take you for good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want our love to dry&lt;br /&gt;I’d never do anything to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;I’d go to the bottom of the earth and the top of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just to make sure you’re good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t want to think when I’ll die&lt;br /&gt;You forget about all and every tie&lt;br /&gt;You don’t want to get somewhere in your mind&lt;br /&gt;A place you used to hide&lt;br /&gt;I place you’d be there for good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the answer and never lie&lt;br /&gt;I want to live forever this kind life&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you in every sight&lt;br /&gt;You have to be there and keep up with the fight&lt;br /&gt;Fight for good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7196847689107188459?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7196847689107188459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7196847689107188459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7196847689107188459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-good.html' title='For good!!!'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-6831473635393870197</id><published>2009-05-10T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:54:38.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess</title><content type='html'>Who told you it’s easy?&lt;br /&gt;And that we would live forever a sweet life?&lt;br /&gt;It’s a bunch of lies&lt;br /&gt;But I want to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My silence calls you&lt;br /&gt;My body is trembling for something I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;I feel my bones aching&lt;br /&gt;It hurts somewhere deep within my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Someone falls to pieces”&lt;br /&gt;But I want to stay tall whole&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is try to avoid sickness&lt;br /&gt;But you make me sick though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My silence, my memories, my suffering&lt;br /&gt;Means nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;That’s good to hear and keep listening&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the one who screw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my side&lt;br /&gt;Stay behind&lt;br /&gt;Hide somewhere safe&lt;br /&gt;Far from my grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’ll end up alright&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;If what I’m saying is just a lie&lt;br /&gt;It’s because in my heart you left a mess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-6831473635393870197?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6831473635393870197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/mess.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6831473635393870197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6831473635393870197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/mess.html' title='Mess'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4507629835392568109</id><published>2009-05-09T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:41:19.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love never dies</title><content type='html'>Here comes you again&lt;div&gt;Shinning like the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everything you think is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got your life to sustain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the colorful flowers in the garden make a new picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all the laughter makes me feel so dizzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I feel alright in my sanctuary &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filling out a paper that needs my new signature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant' believe you are there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking just as part of nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll release you from the spell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The witch has cast on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can fortell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You going be happy too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just come over and talk about good will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk nonsense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about life, children and trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll walk this way toward the orange sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With nothing in our heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to name our son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want to be with you here, there and everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see in your eyes that love never dies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never cared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I know all we have to do is to share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4507629835392568109?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4507629835392568109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-never-dies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4507629835392568109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4507629835392568109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-never-dies.html' title='Love never dies'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-6850961891139430796</id><published>2009-05-06T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:55:35.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida sem se perder</title><content type='html'>Gosto de ver as pessoas caminhando&lt;div&gt;Como se não tivessem para onde ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como se não tivessem destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de sair por aí cantando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até mesmo se ninguém for ouvir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Músicas sem nenhum sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de respirar o ar puro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentir o calor do sol da manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E esquecer de todos os problemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de dormir bem no escuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E me ver no meu próprio divã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde falo de tudo menos dos meus dilemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou um imenso quebra cabeças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho muita certeza do que sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aliás nem sei se sofro de fraqueza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou se a minha alma se fortificou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é azul, é rosa, é verde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é do meu tom de pele ou creme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é um oásis com muita água pra matar minha sede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é bonita porque não se sabe o caminho, mas ninguém se arrepende&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-6850961891139430796?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6850961891139430796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-sem-se-perder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6850961891139430796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6850961891139430796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-sem-se-perder.html' title='A vida sem se perder'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4592990757193112363</id><published>2009-05-04T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:47:31.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As pequenas coisas das nossas vidas</title><content type='html'>São as pequenas coisas que me fazem lembrar&lt;br /&gt;O sopro do vento, o calor do corpo, o som do mar&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de como era ser alguém normal&lt;br /&gt;Simples, nada de especial&lt;br /&gt;Alguém sem futuro ou rumo certo&lt;br /&gt;Com apenas os olhos abertos&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo que estava vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São apenas antenas que captam as ondas no ar&lt;br /&gt;Fico ao relento, vejo um corvo, ouço seu gralhar&lt;br /&gt;Naquele tempo era tão natural&lt;br /&gt;Nada de anormal&lt;br /&gt;Era só um surto sem punho para lutar correto&lt;br /&gt;Com apenas os braços abertos&lt;br /&gt;Abraçando um amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as centenas de coisas que me fazem olhar&lt;br /&gt;As que eu enfrento, de sangue morno, sem descansar&lt;br /&gt;Sendo que lutar não é mais igual&lt;br /&gt;É comum e triste por não ter final&lt;br /&gt;Ando, mas sempre alerto&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não quero ninguém por perto&lt;br /&gt;É um fardo antigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi isso antes, então&lt;br /&gt;Em algum distante lugar&lt;br /&gt;Onde as pessoas falam de bondade e perdão&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que ninguém gosta mais de falar&lt;div&gt;Eu só queria explicar para o mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que falar de si nem sempre é bom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só queria falar de paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou escrever mais uma canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um coração vagabundo que não sabe o significado de amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma alma estúpida que pensa que ama, mas erra sempre por tentar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma mente surda que fala o que não pensa e lembra o que não deveria lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria só mais uma vez dizer que a noite naõ é assim tão fria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas são assim as pequenas coisas da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4592990757193112363?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4592990757193112363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-pequenas-coisas-das-nossas-vidas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4592990757193112363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4592990757193112363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-pequenas-coisas-das-nossas-vidas.html' title='As pequenas coisas das nossas vidas'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7061464082864933685</id><published>2009-05-02T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:01:08.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você prometeu que ia voltar</title><content type='html'>Você prometeu que ia voltar&lt;br /&gt;Disse que era pra esperar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo que vejo é uma lápide&lt;br /&gt;E nada em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por 10 anos estive aqui na chuva ou tempo bom&lt;br /&gt;Esperei por manter minhas promessas&lt;br /&gt;Esperei tanto que sob a lua ou sob sol&lt;br /&gt;Soube que você tinha prego uma peça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias eu venho aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sempre esperando o momento de te rever&lt;br /&gt;Muita coisa mudou sim&lt;br /&gt;Tanta que nem sei como dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa vida está diferente&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho algo pelo que viver&lt;br /&gt;Algo novo que você sente&lt;br /&gt;E nem sabe o porquê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda teima em se atrasar&lt;br /&gt;10 anos e nada de chegar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que esperar uma vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer maneira&lt;br /&gt;Esperando até não agüentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que só você consegue isso&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqui é onde costumávamos brincar&lt;br /&gt;Você deve lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Era perto de um grande eucalipto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro do perfume era bom&lt;br /&gt;Ficávamos horas a rir e falar das coisas da vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu era cheio de alegria&lt;br /&gt;E faria tudo sem mentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro do dia em que você falou que ia embora&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei triste, mas não disse&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde você tinha dito que era uma anedota&lt;br /&gt;E eu chorei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro das nossas danças desajeitadas&lt;br /&gt;Nosso jeito de criança estabanada&lt;br /&gt;Uma bela infância atarefada&lt;br /&gt;Uma confiança exagerada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite dessas lembrei que não pude vir a este local&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que você pudesse ter vindo&lt;br /&gt;Nem consegui dormir&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei pensando no nosso lugar especial&lt;br /&gt;Fui à janela e achei que tinha ouvido sua voz chamando meu nome&lt;br /&gt;Mas era só o vento que me pregava uma peça&lt;br /&gt;Assim como você que me batia feito homem&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabia dizer palavras doces bem de pressa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta disso, mas não sei se você vai realmente voltar&lt;br /&gt;Você é sempre a última&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes não nos encontramos por errar?&lt;br /&gt;E você me ligava pedindo desculpas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou no nosso lugar de sempre&lt;br /&gt;Esperando você faça chuva ou nevasca&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto dizer-lhe que estou diferente&lt;br /&gt;Sei que você não mudou nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema de tudo é que você levou uma parte de meu coração sem pedir&lt;br /&gt;Queria de volta pelo menos essa tarde&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo falta&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou incompleto porque não tenho mais essa parte&lt;br /&gt;Minha testa arde&lt;br /&gt;Estou com febre&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser por causa da chuva que veio sem alarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em pé aqui mais uma vez e você não veio&lt;br /&gt;São 10 anos inteiros&lt;br /&gt;Queria só vê-la de novo... De qualquer jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou fazendo o que disse a madre&lt;br /&gt;A espere para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Mas a única coisa que vejo é sua lápide&lt;br /&gt;Que cuido contente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa! Já é noite. Devo partir&lt;br /&gt;Espere! Acho que a ouvi&lt;br /&gt;Não, foi só o vento novamente dizendo que sou tolo por esperar&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que fui incapaz de dizer a o que sentia&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que nem pude dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;Por que você me prometeu que ia voltar?!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta ficar chorando e remoendo o que passou&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui por algo que vai além do amor&lt;br /&gt;Algo que não sei explicar&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me aprisionou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte volto como de costume, mas escorrego&lt;br /&gt;Minha cabeça dói um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Olho para a poça d’água e vejo um reflexo&lt;br /&gt;E me assusto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando, meio confuso com a vista cheia de lama&lt;br /&gt;Vejo você rindo com o mesmo sorriso de criança&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditei quando vi&lt;br /&gt;Minha única reação foi... Foi sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantei e você só pôde dizer:&lt;br /&gt;Perdão pela demora, mas é que não havia chegado a hora&lt;br /&gt;A data estava errada e me desculpo agora&lt;br /&gt;Meu problema com o tempo é antigo&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente ele nunca foi meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuei sem dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque não ficou calada&lt;br /&gt;Mas minha felicidade elevou-se a um patamar que nunca chegou&lt;br /&gt;E foi às estrelas quando me abraçou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos embora daqui para um novo lugar especial?&lt;br /&gt;Eu respondi que sim porque todos os lugares com ela são os melhores do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Independente do local, seja ele bonito, feio ou vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua lápide sumiu&lt;br /&gt;Ela não me respondeu&lt;br /&gt;10 anos e ela não resistiu&lt;br /&gt;Mas tremia, sorria, lembrava do sorriso seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora voltei no tempo ou estou enlouquecendo?&lt;br /&gt;Observei uma flor branca no solo&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi levada pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;Eu a tinha depositado quando partiu em seu colo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está preto&lt;br /&gt;Está chovendo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Minha cabeça dói e sofri com receio&lt;br /&gt;De morrer de medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei depois de 5 horas com o rosto sujo&lt;br /&gt;Olho pra cima e só vejo o céu&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio mudo&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando de seus olhos cor de mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanto ainda machucado&lt;br /&gt;Dou meia volta sabendo que era o caminho errado&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de uma nova flor branca&lt;br /&gt;E não descansarei em quanto não tiver encontrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que você levou a chave&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto que no meu coração não falta mais aquela parte&lt;br /&gt;Você me devolveu&lt;br /&gt;Agora posso, finalmente, dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você prometeu que ia voltar&lt;br /&gt;Disse que era pra esperar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo que vejo é uma lápide&lt;br /&gt;E nada em seu lugar&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7061464082864933685?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7061464082864933685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/voce-prometeu-que-ia-voltar.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7061464082864933685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7061464082864933685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/voce-prometeu-que-ia-voltar.html' title='Você prometeu que ia voltar'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-2182080471555105639</id><published>2009-05-02T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:17:44.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois da batalha</title><content type='html'>A luta terminou, devemos voltar&lt;br /&gt;O sangue jorrado no chão foi em vão&lt;br /&gt;A sua verdade não é a que estou a procurar&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nunca mais serei são&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha espada atravessou almas&lt;br /&gt;Cortou vidas&lt;br /&gt;Partiu corações&lt;br /&gt;Ela é lavada com lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;De pessoas vencidas&lt;br /&gt;Mortas aos milhares, aos milhões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui o rei que não soube liderar&lt;br /&gt;Fui o soldado que não soube hesitar&lt;br /&gt;Fui o homem que não soube reconhecer a beleza do luar&lt;br /&gt;Fui o jovem que se perdeu por amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As guerras me levaram embora&lt;br /&gt;Para terras distantes onde ela mora&lt;br /&gt;A morte que me acompanhou&lt;br /&gt;Ela me ajudou, mas não me levou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram que não era nada&lt;br /&gt;E que voltaria rápido&lt;br /&gt;Mas acho que nunca voltarei pra casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida se foi com o sangue dos vencidos&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar onde os pobres não são ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;E onde uma minoria sem coração é quem domina&lt;br /&gt;Matando por vingança em cada esquina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queria ter a certeza feliz&lt;br /&gt;De saber que estas bem&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que distante&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos estaria bem também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que me venceu&lt;br /&gt;Nessa batalha perdi&lt;br /&gt;Meu espirito morreu&lt;br /&gt;Mas não quero nunca lhe dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me faça implorar&lt;br /&gt;Só queria vê-la sorrir uma vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Não me peça para ficar nesse lugar&lt;br /&gt;Quero apenas estar ao seu lado em paz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-2182080471555105639?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2182080471555105639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/depois-da-batalha.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/2182080471555105639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/2182080471555105639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/depois-da-batalha.html' title='Depois da batalha'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-505213200317275276</id><published>2009-05-01T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:56:48.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to title this</title><content type='html'>Quando vier fique apenas 10 minutos e 5 meses&lt;br /&gt;Sua companhia me faz bem sim&lt;br /&gt;Mas se precisas ir que vá&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta às vezes&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por pensar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Só quero ficar um pouco em paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é difícil de ser entendida&lt;br /&gt;Assim como você&lt;br /&gt;Mas é assim a vida&lt;br /&gt;O que posso fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma é pobre&lt;br /&gt;E sofre por também não ser forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sacrifícios foram em vão&lt;br /&gt;Assim como meus pecados&lt;br /&gt;Será que pequei por minha opinião?&lt;br /&gt;Ou só amei errado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de dizer o que sente&lt;br /&gt;Ame sem receio&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo vivendo em tempos diferentes&lt;br /&gt;O nosso fim não teve um começo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é o que tenho de melhor&lt;br /&gt;Minha compaixão, não sei&lt;br /&gt;Mas ser bom demais&lt;br /&gt;Foi onde errei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma é pobre&lt;br /&gt;E sofre por também não ser forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É hora de acordar&lt;br /&gt;Esses dias  de outono são os mais lindos de todos&lt;br /&gt;Vou olhar para o céu e caminhar&lt;br /&gt;E mudar, deixar de ser um tolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que o maior de todos os erros&lt;br /&gt;Foi o personagem que criei&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter sido eu mesmo&lt;br /&gt;E não ir pelo caminho que tracei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é real e não encenação&lt;br /&gt;Não vivemos em um palco&lt;br /&gt;Errei mais uma vez então&lt;br /&gt;Não sou protagonista de uma peça de teatro&lt;br /&gt;Me perdi e não fui encontrado&lt;br /&gt;Jogado...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a gente sempre vai errar&lt;br /&gt;Quando se trata de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma é pobre&lt;br /&gt;E sofre por também não ser forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por acaso eu não voltar&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que terei partido então&lt;br /&gt;Assim como você partiu meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to love?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so dangerous?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I cry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-505213200317275276?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/505213200317275276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-want-to-title-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/505213200317275276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/505213200317275276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-want-to-title-this.html' title='I don&apos;t want to title this'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-2905670149750097461</id><published>2009-04-30T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:23:51.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What wil happen when I die ?</title><content type='html'>I feel that my soul is running away from me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see this happening&lt;br /&gt;What will happen if I close my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;You think I would die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being lonely is not so hard&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to be apart&lt;br /&gt;From myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear someone callin' me&lt;br /&gt;Is that mom or...&lt;br /&gt;an elf ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my body aching too much&lt;br /&gt;I feel others sad memories&lt;br /&gt;I see what's true and what's lie&lt;br /&gt;What will happen when I die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me broken&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not whole&lt;br /&gt;But my other half is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do if the truth has not been spoken?&lt;br /&gt;I fell into a deep hole&lt;br /&gt;And nothing good's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my heart burning&lt;br /&gt;I see you're not turning...back&lt;br /&gt;Please, go but not cry&lt;br /&gt;Just answer what will happen when I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-2905670149750097461?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2905670149750097461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-wil-happen-when-i-die.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/2905670149750097461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/2905670149750097461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-wil-happen-when-i-die.html' title='What wil happen when I die ?'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-5129695464765241105</id><published>2009-04-30T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:00:34.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meio</title><content type='html'>Tem gente que não entende&lt;br /&gt;Que não confia em ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Que aprende e mantém&lt;br /&gt;Seu jeito errado pra seu próprio bem&lt;br /&gt;Não sei que bem é esse&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei se ele existe&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem conhece não desiste&lt;br /&gt;De procurá-lo também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre jogam seus erros como se não fossem nada&lt;br /&gt;Mas erros são erros de verdade&lt;br /&gt;E é raridade vê-los&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente se pertencem a nós mesmos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde o sol chega pra dizer que tudo começa depois do fim&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que é ou como termina&lt;br /&gt;Mas se todo fim é um começo&lt;br /&gt;Então, ele não existe&lt;br /&gt;E insiste em aparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia um tempo em que todos acreditavam&lt;br /&gt;Esse lado meu do “Tudo acreditar” pode não estar lá&lt;br /&gt;O medo chega quando não temos explicação&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro minhas teorias a sofrer por não saber o que são&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se perdeu de mim a confiança&lt;br /&gt;Não há fim em uma aliança&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer ponto pode ser o final&lt;br /&gt;Pareço uma doida criança&lt;br /&gt;Que teme tudo e acha que um graveto é uma lança&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos sei que viver sem fim não é tão mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só existe o meio&lt;br /&gt;Então, façamos dele algo melhor&lt;br /&gt;Nada de meio bom, meio caro, meio lindo&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim um todo perfeito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-5129695464765241105?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5129695464765241105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/meio.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5129695464765241105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5129695464765241105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/meio.html' title='Meio'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-3129358635688402386</id><published>2009-04-21T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:56:38.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's you I want to be with</title><content type='html'>I know a thousand reasons not to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt a lot about the heart&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to see what's inside&lt;br /&gt;It's what life's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the way&lt;br /&gt;I have gone a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting so eagerly for this day&lt;br /&gt;We'll never ever break this tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the aswer for your every pain&lt;br /&gt;I got lot's of enemies I have to slain&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get to know you better&lt;br /&gt;However it's you who decides what's deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a box to be opened&lt;br /&gt;Neither are you&lt;br /&gt;We should spend the rest of our lives gazing at the sea&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for something to happen or just anything&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be in London or Madrid&lt;br /&gt;I wish been anywhere just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for seeing you smiling today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just a silly thing of mine&lt;br /&gt;If we don't say we'll never know what's deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of gazing at false sacred places&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my god statue looks like you&lt;br /&gt;You're divine&lt;br /&gt;I have said that a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;And still I'm looking for your true self inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within my heart there's an empty space&lt;br /&gt;For keeping anything for a certain time&lt;br /&gt;You are not there. You're else where In a place I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Where I can protect you from cruel words of mankind&lt;br /&gt;Which are not made to unwind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's go&lt;br /&gt;We have many things to do&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;We need to know&lt;br /&gt;Life is about being true&lt;br /&gt;But never mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together... Ever&lt;br /&gt;In far off memories or scattered dreams&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually know What I mean&lt;br /&gt;If  it's you I want to be with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-3129358635688402386?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3129358635688402386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-you-i-want-to-be-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/3129358635688402386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/3129358635688402386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-you-i-want-to-be-with.html' title='It&apos;s you I want to be with'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-9184149018769142136</id><published>2009-04-13T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:09:44.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A gate to somewhere</title><content type='html'>I feel somewhere in me I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of lost, kinda blind&lt;br /&gt;I pretend being someone else&lt;br /&gt;But it's not what I desire&lt;br /&gt;It's an open door&lt;br /&gt;Of a heart that exist no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see the sun&lt;br /&gt;But you stole my eyes&lt;br /&gt;They're really gone&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see it bright&lt;br /&gt;Silly one on the floor&lt;br /&gt;With a heart that exist no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to sail away through the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Just on a boat far from here&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Is that clear?&lt;br /&gt;And I'd port in a distant shore&lt;br /&gt;Far from this heart of yore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you're going to lead me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's far away&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just stay&lt;br /&gt;But you make me wanna go to a place I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be somewhere just for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And have fun during leisure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a time scar&lt;br /&gt;It's healed very soon&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk you home or to the moon&lt;br /&gt;It's the same for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd do anything you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tired of being an example!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do a thing or two and everyone thinks it's amazing&lt;br /&gt;But it's just a thing to be done and nothing wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have a lot of energy saving&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being so cool&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm the best&lt;br /&gt;They say it And I contest&lt;br /&gt;I like things done right and fast&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a silly boy no more and no less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being an example to be followed&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a leader or anything&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hollow&lt;br /&gt;I can't even sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same routine!&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired! I want to scream&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm not a prince or king&lt;br /&gt;I just like things done right and fast&lt;br /&gt;I'm a silly boy no more and no less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's something I must say&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere inside of these walls&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mere guy, someone who is always afraid&lt;br /&gt;The dark give me the creeps and I need someone to call&lt;br /&gt;If you simply understood!&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up all if I only could&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out to another land&lt;br /&gt;And go to a place hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Alone, without animal or men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this? Do I need a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the same&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a bit insane&lt;br /&gt;You never know it&lt;br /&gt;Forever chaging is my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out and I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;I have a coin to toss&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be brave&lt;br /&gt;And just say it&lt;br /&gt;But it's completely new&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;what it is&lt;br /&gt;What's this?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I only need a kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stupid sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I'm always out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I just like things done right and fast&lt;br /&gt;I'm a silly boy no more and no less&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-9184149018769142136?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9184149018769142136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/gate-to-somewhere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/9184149018769142136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/9184149018769142136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/gate-to-somewhere.html' title='A gate to somewhere'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-3280803156125027717</id><published>2009-04-11T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:37:34.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>useless words</title><content type='html'>What is this weird thing?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got a clue&lt;br /&gt;Is it a king or a queen&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps someone in a very good mood&lt;br /&gt;It uses something... a strange tool&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. The best thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this? It's so unique&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have words to describe it&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know them&lt;br /&gt;I'm so silly&lt;br /&gt;It surprised me&lt;br /&gt;Just as it did to any other man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for something to say&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know what I should be making&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm quiet&lt;br /&gt;For I don't have any words worth saying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-3280803156125027717?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3280803156125027717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/useless-words.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/3280803156125027717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/3280803156125027717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/useless-words.html' title='useless words'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7660266796399314377</id><published>2009-04-07T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:17:25.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like birds</title><content type='html'>Winds must blow toward the sun&lt;br /&gt;And my dreams must fly away&lt;br /&gt;All I did was good and now done&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to say&lt;br /&gt;My love is back&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;If that's bad or... No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live now just like birds&lt;br /&gt;In a cage&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost just like a dog&lt;br /&gt;When the owner has closed the gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find the strengh I need in you&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever bring this feeling back&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a trap&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me going mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us and all the people around the world&lt;br /&gt;Who don't know my words&lt;br /&gt;Are true&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7660266796399314377?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7660266796399314377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-like-birds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7660266796399314377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7660266796399314377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-like-birds.html' title='Just like birds'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7205234400325996542</id><published>2009-04-05T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:00:41.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My home</title><content type='html'>We were meant to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;And make peace with our words&lt;br /&gt;But now there's nothing but hope&lt;br /&gt;In this reality filled with trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of things a should do before I die&lt;br /&gt;Have chlidren, write lots of books and kiss you a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;No need to cry&lt;br /&gt;There is plenty of time before I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I builld us a house&lt;br /&gt;Where I want to turn into a shelter&lt;br /&gt;There is a window we'll be able to watch the white clouds&lt;br /&gt;Together... Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my dream to fall&lt;br /&gt;I will end famine and drought&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to war and stand tall&lt;br /&gt;And end it all with a flower I brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a deep dark forest but we'll see some light&lt;br /&gt;In the end everything seems alright&lt;br /&gt;Just keep on going and forget all the lies&lt;br /&gt;Stop pay attention to your heart instead of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is our world now&lt;br /&gt;Just stay here, you and me&lt;br /&gt;In a way or anotrher we'll fly higher&lt;br /&gt;But look at the ground&lt;br /&gt;We're flying but it's so good to know we have a place to land&lt;br /&gt;You understand it&lt;br /&gt;Scream "I have plenty of time" very loud in the woods&lt;br /&gt;Just like no one could&lt;br /&gt;Use all the power in your skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;Just say this is your home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of things a should do before I die&lt;br /&gt;Have chlidren, write lots of books and kiss you a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;No need to cry&lt;br /&gt;There is plenty of time before I die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7205234400325996542?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7205234400325996542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7205234400325996542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7205234400325996542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-home.html' title='My home'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-165541682807652706</id><published>2009-04-04T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:33:24.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No need to say good bye</title><content type='html'>Don't need to miss me&lt;br /&gt;All our good deeds are here&lt;br /&gt;And just close your eyes and remember my face&lt;br /&gt;It starts as a strange thought but keep waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back when your image starts failing&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here if you keep calling&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back when the rain stops falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say good bye&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes but I'm the same as before&lt;br /&gt;A good friend who stands for you in the dark&lt;br /&gt;and guide your way through a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back to you as I did in the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sky and picture my face in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;I'll go into you're mind It's not my fault&lt;br /&gt;Don't watch me going sailing away&lt;br /&gt;That means I don't want you to say&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep all good memories in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Remember me kindly&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened, happened&lt;br /&gt;No matter what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be together&lt;br /&gt;So don't say good bye&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your mind&lt;br /&gt;And remeber my kisses deep within your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;And all will be great just as it always was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm not here doesn't mean I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;I have your photograph with me and many memories&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be together... Ever&lt;br /&gt;I promise. I'll stop talking&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back when the rain stops falling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-165541682807652706?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/165541682807652706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-need-to-say-good-bye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/165541682807652706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/165541682807652706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-need-to-say-good-bye.html' title='No need to say good bye'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-1943715284098258539</id><published>2009-03-31T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T03:10:17.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep within a soul song</title><content type='html'>Someday you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Under your bed begging you not to shed anymore tears&lt;br /&gt;And make you remember what was good all these years&lt;br /&gt;Do what you must do and forget all your fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will find me &lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind a tree&lt;br /&gt;Making you feel but not see&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you care and I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will find me &lt;br /&gt;Climbing a mountain just wishing you’re on the top&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make it, climbing around the clock&lt;br /&gt;Seeking you... The love I sought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will find me&lt;br /&gt;In front of your window singing a beautiful song&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you’d be there to hear&lt;br /&gt;Come near and sing along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will find me&lt;br /&gt;An old man and sitting next to you&lt;br /&gt;So you’ll ask me &lt;br /&gt;Love is a mystery without clues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you find me&lt;br /&gt;Around you making noises saying “I know”&lt;br /&gt;In response to your “Do you love me?”&lt;br /&gt;I’ll answer “From DEEP WITHIN MY SOUL”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-1943715284098258539?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1943715284098258539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/deep-within-soul-song.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/1943715284098258539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/1943715284098258539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/deep-within-soul-song.html' title='Deep within a soul song'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-1983914458804498251</id><published>2009-03-20T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:41:43.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a princess and I'm a toad</title><content type='html'>She is a princess without a prince&lt;br /&gt;She is so pretty&lt;br /&gt;When she’s here it’s hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Her image rests in me&lt;br /&gt;The best image I’ve ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running always toward the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;She never listen to what I say&lt;br /&gt;I did all I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a lover&lt;br /&gt;My life is the toughest&lt;br /&gt;This is a terrible destiny&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have her beside me&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never fall down&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hug you, my dear&lt;br /&gt;Till dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a princess without a prince&lt;br /&gt;She is so pretty&lt;br /&gt;When she’s here it’s hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Her image rests in me&lt;br /&gt;The best image I’ve ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;She is there like a witch who cast a spell&lt;br /&gt;For it I fell&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t be there&lt;br /&gt;And since I fell... I want to remain here&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to get up&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try or what I do&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is not made of sand&lt;br /&gt;She is there making me feel more powerful than any man&lt;br /&gt;I’m really a puppet in a lonely string&lt;br /&gt;This is the song  I want to sing&lt;br /&gt;And the sight I want to see&lt;br /&gt;Just say you’ll be there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a princess without a prince&lt;br /&gt;She is so pretty&lt;br /&gt;When she’s here it’s hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Her image rests in me&lt;br /&gt;The best image I’ve ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I looked at the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And saw another face&lt;br /&gt;Time has passed so fast&lt;br /&gt;I’m someone else in another place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-1983914458804498251?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1983914458804498251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-princess-and-im-toad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/1983914458804498251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/1983914458804498251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-princess-and-im-toad.html' title='She&apos;s a princess and I&apos;m a toad'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-2004159104677506379</id><published>2009-03-17T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:23:58.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison is not the reason</title><content type='html'>I was tired but you couldn't let me go&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to go home&lt;br /&gt;You said I could, although...&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be done&lt;br /&gt;And I did not need to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me for yourself&lt;br /&gt;And protected me as the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;I was there in your shelter&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go home&lt;br /&gt;There is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I like the taste of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;But I need to see the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't put me in a cell&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep me for yourself&lt;br /&gt;I need air&lt;br /&gt;I love knowing you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop loving, don't stop dancing&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop going, don't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you but I need to go now&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon in a way or another... Somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how begins the worst prisons&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;And so begins a treason for the prison to fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-2004159104677506379?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2004159104677506379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/prison-is-not-reason.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/2004159104677506379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/2004159104677506379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/prison-is-not-reason.html' title='Prison is not the reason'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7322395006486809911</id><published>2009-03-11T13:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:54:40.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pobre coração</title><content type='html'>Escrevi uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Falando de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Das mentiras da vida&lt;br /&gt;De um coração fajuto&lt;br /&gt;Do amor dessa gente&lt;br /&gt;Que não quer se calar&lt;br /&gt;De jeito algum&lt;br /&gt;De sangue quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Para falar de amor&lt;br /&gt;Para ouvir os gritos&lt;br /&gt;De perdão&lt;br /&gt;Pobre coração&lt;br /&gt;Não ouço mais&lt;br /&gt;palavras simples&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas como tais...&lt;br /&gt;As que sumiram daqui&lt;br /&gt;Procuro a mais bela&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode não existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Para falar de você&lt;br /&gt;De suas manias&lt;br /&gt;Do seu modo de ser&lt;br /&gt;Queria lhe pintar&lt;br /&gt;Um quadro todo dourado&lt;br /&gt;Parecendo um velho retrato&lt;br /&gt;Que não some jamais&lt;br /&gt;Sinto dizer que não perdi inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Pobre coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O espírito se feriu&lt;br /&gt;No momento em que partiu&lt;br /&gt;Não ao meio&lt;br /&gt;Mas de outro jeito&lt;br /&gt;Quando você sumiu&lt;br /&gt;Tento recordar de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sendo absurdo&lt;br /&gt;Por isso escrevi essa canção&lt;br /&gt;Para falar de amor e não de luto&lt;br /&gt;Embora lute muito&lt;br /&gt;Pobre coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Para falar de dor&lt;br /&gt;Que é se perder&lt;br /&gt;Perder o calor&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo cinza e sem cor&lt;br /&gt;Onde não há nada de bom&lt;br /&gt;Nem o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Peço então que vá&lt;br /&gt;Sem lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Que passou por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Dessa forma: assim&lt;br /&gt;Vá em direção&lt;br /&gt;A um outro pobre coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorar? Não há o que mudar&lt;br /&gt;Chuver? Não posso nem querer&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, fazer o quê?&lt;br /&gt;Penso que nunca irei cantar&lt;br /&gt;Essa canção... Do pobre coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compus por cima da dor ou do amor ou do mar&lt;br /&gt;É difícil de explicar&lt;br /&gt;Fique se quiser ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Ou simplesmente conversar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho  tanto que dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei por onde começar&lt;br /&gt;Que tal falar do passado&lt;br /&gt;Tão empoeirado&lt;br /&gt;E relembrar de uma velha canção&lt;br /&gt;Sobre um pobre coração?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7322395006486809911?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7322395006486809911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/pobre-coracao.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7322395006486809911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7322395006486809911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/pobre-coracao.html' title='Pobre coração'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4230494733327954107</id><published>2009-03-11T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:09:31.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me come closer</title><content type='html'>Let me come closer&lt;br /&gt;Near you is where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;make me feel all that comfort&lt;br /&gt;You never heard&lt;br /&gt;and you've never seen&lt;br /&gt;I disapointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me dream a bit more&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I should go&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk, my throat is sore&lt;br /&gt;This heart I should throw out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a crossroad&lt;br /&gt;Lost and don't know&lt;br /&gt;Which way I should take&lt;br /&gt;here I feel cold&lt;br /&gt;When you're away&lt;br /&gt;But now I have to live&lt;br /&gt;and keep the love I couldn't give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard. No strugles anymore&lt;br /&gt;I want to dry my tears&lt;br /&gt;Stando for what I've always stood for&lt;br /&gt;Drink some wine, water or beer&lt;br /&gt;Now my eyes are clean&lt;br /&gt;I see it all clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whisper saying you love me&lt;br /&gt;At least once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Say it in a language I understand&lt;br /&gt;Draw a red heart and show me&lt;br /&gt;but not one so fragile&lt;br /&gt;make me feel a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separate ways&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which one to take&lt;br /&gt;this is a decision so hard to make&lt;br /&gt;just let me be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell every beautiful word I know&lt;br /&gt;and I'll love knowing it's true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4230494733327954107?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4230494733327954107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-come-closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4230494733327954107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4230494733327954107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-come-closer.html' title='Let me come closer'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-6283076799858003146</id><published>2009-03-06T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:23:15.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of me</title><content type='html'>I don't know, I'll do whatever I can&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not a job for a single man&lt;br /&gt;It's far difficult from all I've seen&lt;br /&gt;It's you being far from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sorrow was whashed to the sea&lt;br /&gt;And is now in a place so far from here&lt;br /&gt;It's in a distant dark land&lt;br /&gt;Where there's no water and not even sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are open, but you seem away&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your voice but not that loud&lt;br /&gt;Please what day is today?&lt;br /&gt;Tell what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you better than anyone&lt;br /&gt;Want to hug you so tight and feel as warm as the sun&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you want to stay at least a bit more&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me  dying in  here till my very core...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you once more&lt;br /&gt;Here at my shore&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you leaving is so hard I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;It's like something's out of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-6283076799858003146?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6283076799858003146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6283076799858003146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6283076799858003146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-me.html' title='Out of me'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-5382138925040596932</id><published>2009-03-03T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:10:14.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivendo e vendo</title><content type='html'>Longe de todos e de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que nunca fiquei de luto&lt;br /&gt;Pois no ar lancei minha sorte sem atentar&lt;br /&gt;Que me guio ao norte sem pressa de chegar&lt;br /&gt;Caminho com um intacto orgulho de quem não quer saber&lt;br /&gt;Se o seu coração tem um muro agora não pode ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou valente e forte&lt;br /&gt;Não temo nem as tristezas da vida e nem a morte&lt;br /&gt;Não se esconda do fim porque é assim&lt;br /&gt;Que não chegarei mais aqui&lt;br /&gt;Faça nesse muro um corte&lt;br /&gt;Ele vai cair logo, pois não é forte&lt;br /&gt;Deixando o caminho livre pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo sempre em frente para logo chegar&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que vier ou contra o que irá lutar&lt;br /&gt;Não demoro porque sei que não gosta de esperar&lt;br /&gt;A minha vitória apenas quem viver, verá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-5382138925040596932?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5382138925040596932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/vivendo-e-vendo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5382138925040596932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5382138925040596932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/vivendo-e-vendo.html' title='Vivendo e vendo'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8737012629275646033</id><published>2009-03-01T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:35:32.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden</title><content type='html'>I see! There are flowers everywhere&lt;br /&gt;The best of all scents in the air&lt;br /&gt;I could have gone out but instead&lt;br /&gt;I'm here enjoying this shinning garden that no one dares&lt;br /&gt;To compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see! These flowers are unique&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever taken care&lt;br /&gt;No wonder why they are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So many colors that are only here and no where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows so silent through the hair&lt;br /&gt;My skin and bones tell me one thing&lt;br /&gt;I should go and explore a bit more&lt;br /&gt;This garden no one will ever see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This garden is near a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;And has so many colors that no matter the kind of weather&lt;br /&gt;Because there's no sad time all are the best&lt;br /&gt;There's no better place to stay&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;Come and join me&lt;br /&gt;Let's travel with no documents or thinking about&lt;br /&gt;Meetings and appointments&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;All right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come silent&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see this beautiful garden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8737012629275646033?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8737012629275646033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-see-there-are-flowers-everywhere-best.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8737012629275646033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8737012629275646033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-see-there-are-flowers-everywhere-best.html' title='Garden'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-6485721275731812384</id><published>2009-02-26T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:02:04.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fall of a soul</title><content type='html'>So there's no time to wait&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that to you&lt;br /&gt;But this storm is so strong&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the yellow moon and you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be part of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is waiting&lt;br /&gt;Warning! Warning! It's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be past&lt;br /&gt;It has to last&lt;br /&gt;Although it doesn't depend on me&lt;br /&gt;It could&lt;br /&gt;But who cares if you say "I don't miss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do" is all I can say&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could stay or come back&lt;br /&gt;Easy like that&lt;br /&gt;Let me into your heart&lt;br /&gt;It'l be the star of something&lt;br /&gt;You don't name&lt;br /&gt;Cause these feelings are all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I want to come home from work&lt;br /&gt;and say I love you once more&lt;br /&gt;Or be just so close&lt;br /&gt;I'd just feel great. I'd adore it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay me when I become a sad star in a fallen sky&lt;br /&gt;Forget if I didn't see the truth in your eye&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;So it's my sad requiem&lt;br /&gt;The way it'll end&lt;br /&gt;I go away for there isn't love anymore&lt;br /&gt;Now my soul is like a twisted thought: torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad soul fades when was so pure&lt;br /&gt;And died of a desease with no cure&lt;br /&gt;The soul falls&lt;br /&gt;It's something will happen to us all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-6485721275731812384?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6485721275731812384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7367008475384376939</id><published>2009-02-25T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:20:27.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansado do cotidiano</title><content type='html'>Estou cansado de fazer sentido&lt;br /&gt;Chega de ser tão real&lt;br /&gt;Quero algo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado de parecer comigo&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de ser normal&lt;br /&gt;Preciso ser menos prudente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado de ver tudo tão igual&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser só mais um numa multidão&lt;br /&gt;Ou um peixe no mar&lt;br /&gt;Quero um lugar para chamar atenção&lt;br /&gt;Mas não precisa ser pedestal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado dessa vida de gente infeliz&lt;br /&gt;Onde quem não tem razão&lt;br /&gt;Acha que o certo é o seu umbigo&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado de nunca ter o que sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;De dizer não&lt;br /&gt;quando queria sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado de me perder no oceano de ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Onde nenhum barco jamais voltou&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade chegou com sua chuva e trovões&lt;br /&gt;É assim que estou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado do infinito que nunca acaba&lt;br /&gt;É sempre a mesma coisa chata&lt;br /&gt;Espero ter um fim, porque assim&lt;br /&gt;Encontrarei um lugar para descansar&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bom pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão cansado, acho que não posso nem sair&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto fraco, vou dormir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7367008475384376939?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7367008475384376939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/cansado-do-cotidiano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7367008475384376939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7367008475384376939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/cansado-do-cotidiano.html' title='Cansado do cotidiano'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4069818189228360979</id><published>2009-02-22T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:22:22.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great friend</title><content type='html'>Let's feel better no one is looking&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them shatter you by mocking&lt;br /&gt;You need to get along&lt;br /&gt;Just sing this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the sights? Well you might&lt;br /&gt;She's there for you&lt;br /&gt;I know, she looks like a fool&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing she can do&lt;br /&gt;Look again. Can't you see inside?&lt;br /&gt;That's the very best part&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard but you must see&lt;br /&gt;Don't fool around with your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound she does... Unique&lt;br /&gt;It's absolutely something you must hear&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not just me&lt;br /&gt;Walk a bit and go near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! A kiss&lt;br /&gt;How I miss&lt;br /&gt;It's this&lt;br /&gt;Let's live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! Everyone's asleep&lt;br /&gt;I looked! There's no one over or underneath&lt;br /&gt;Try it at least one time&lt;br /&gt;You'll get it, darling&lt;br /&gt;It's only about timing&lt;br /&gt;It's real not thearter&lt;br /&gt;Once you figure it out&lt;br /&gt;It'll all be clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something very wrong now&lt;br /&gt;Something strange somehow&lt;br /&gt;What's this? Won't you go?&lt;br /&gt;You have to. kissing is a thing she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! It's your little shy soul&lt;br /&gt;But it's usual everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Every place you go&lt;br /&gt;Something will happen just like over there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of giving you advices&lt;br /&gt;Forget it! No sacrifices!&lt;br /&gt;Look at your pale face&lt;br /&gt;You need to go to that place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it but I'm not mean&lt;br /&gt;It's so good. The best thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;So go and get a long&lt;br /&gt;While singing this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them say you'll be cursed forever&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to make you happy no matter what&lt;br /&gt;It's a promise. We'll always be  together&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them say you don't have someone&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side for so long&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have a hand to lend&lt;br /&gt;Because your my dearest friend&lt;br /&gt;So go and get along&lt;br /&gt;While singing this song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4069818189228360979?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4069818189228360979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-friend.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4069818189228360979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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out of under my stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you have crimson eyes&lt;br /&gt;Glowing red all the time&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad but not mean&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hear your scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a town so far away&lt;br /&gt;Far from you far from grace&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you&lt;br /&gt;with the snakes as hair&lt;br /&gt;That is so good to be scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so lonely and I know that&lt;br /&gt;You are not even really dead&lt;br /&gt;So come near&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you something&lt;br /&gt;A whisper in you ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a town where everything may happen&lt;br /&gt;And only the good ones are clever&lt;br /&gt;But don't dare to find an exit, dear&lt;br /&gt;Or your voice no one will hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's good for who is there&lt;br /&gt;It's a place no one care&lt;br /&gt;It's so sacred and so good&lt;br /&gt;Believe me&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling the truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4558883083006459453?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4558883083006459453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/scared-little-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4558883083006459453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4558883083006459453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/scared-little-monster.html' title='The scared little monster'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-9145963991452492770</id><published>2009-02-19T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:56:50.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outro lugar</title><content type='html'>Esse é um lugar difícil de achar&lt;br /&gt;Quase ninguém procura&lt;br /&gt;É depois de uma rua escura&lt;br /&gt;Onde nem a luz consegue chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai não volta&lt;br /&gt;Fica por vontade própria&lt;br /&gt;É difícil de achar&lt;br /&gt;Mas é pior para voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;Não há o que temer&lt;br /&gt;Na hora de entrar tenha respeito&lt;br /&gt;Saiba o que querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas escolhas não importam&lt;br /&gt;Suas tristezas serão trocadas&lt;br /&gt;Por outras emoções ou uma emoção&lt;br /&gt;Ou outra que será dada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo desse lugar&lt;br /&gt;Tenha só respeito que de um jeito você vai ficar&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom, será fácil ficar&lt;br /&gt;Só não pense duas vezes para ir, pois não vai voltar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-9145963991452492770?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9145963991452492770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/outro-lugar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/9145963991452492770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/9145963991452492770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/outro-lugar.html' title='Outro lugar'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7244764996070858081</id><published>2009-02-17T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:34:30.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estado errado</title><content type='html'>Sou errado, não ando em linhas retas&lt;br /&gt;Estou fora desse Estado que acha que tem regras&lt;br /&gt;Sou um segredo, algo no ar&lt;br /&gt;Sou humano, tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;Medo de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta dizer que é tarde&lt;br /&gt;Para mim nunca pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Digo tantas vezes, minha garganta arde&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre vou dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um mundo inteiro na minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Você é uma cidadã&lt;br /&gt;Lhe vejo todos os dias no meu mundo sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;Sem paz, sem guerra, sem cidade, sem selva&lt;br /&gt;Nele só há você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é tão simples&lt;br /&gt;Tão fácil de se resolver&lt;br /&gt;Menos o meu medo&lt;br /&gt;Que é perder você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu Estado é diferente&lt;br /&gt;Não tem fronteiras&lt;br /&gt;Por isso lhe darei o que queira&lt;br /&gt;Seja frio ou quente&lt;br /&gt;O que passar pela cabeça&lt;br /&gt;A primeira coisa na mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não deixe estar como está&lt;br /&gt;Mude&lt;br /&gt;Continue&lt;br /&gt;Faça por onde&lt;br /&gt;Vamos terminar de um jeito que nos orgulhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas não são tudo&lt;br /&gt;Elas só lavam um rosto sujo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7244764996070858081?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7244764996070858081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/estado-errado.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7244764996070858081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7244764996070858081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/estado-errado.html' title='Estado errado'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-172772822043161103</id><published>2009-02-17T12:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:27:47.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A promessa é o que me resta</title><content type='html'>O seu jeito é tão doce&lt;br /&gt;É tão natural&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando muda quebra tudo&lt;br /&gt;Como vento no temporal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é tão louca que nem parece ser o que é&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que quero dizer?&lt;br /&gt;A mentira é tão presente que a gente nem sente&lt;br /&gt;Ela é um ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos me dizem o contrário&lt;br /&gt;Você quer ficar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Partir já não vale mais&lt;br /&gt;Fique, não batalhe contra sua vontade&lt;br /&gt;Estás confusa! Não corra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é tão doce que nem parece normal&lt;br /&gt;É algo tão natural&lt;br /&gt;Você não deve existir, viu?&lt;br /&gt;Sumiu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promessa é o que me resta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-172772822043161103?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/172772822043161103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/promessa-e-o-que-me-resta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/172772822043161103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/172772822043161103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/promessa-e-o-que-me-resta.html' title='A promessa é o que me resta'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8361133763645490182</id><published>2009-02-13T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:32:14.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém que amo</title><content type='html'>Existe alguém que nunca sai da sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Você sempre volta para ela não importa o que aconteça&lt;br /&gt;Ela está sempre conosco&lt;br /&gt;Na dor, no amor, na tristeza, na alegria&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem uma certa magia&lt;br /&gt;Podem me chamar de louco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe alguém que é importante&lt;br /&gt;E que se importa com você&lt;br /&gt;Ela nunca sai da sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o quanto tente&lt;br /&gt;Ela está sempre lá&lt;br /&gt;Com a mão em sua direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você precise dela&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você a ame e nem saiba&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nem queira largá-la&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil não&lt;br /&gt;Mas talvez as coisas certas são as do coração&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sendo loucura é verdade&lt;br /&gt;Não cause tanto alarde&lt;br /&gt;Você encontrou o que queria&lt;br /&gt;O seu amor que você tanto lutou para esconder&lt;br /&gt;Não importa, ela te ama por isso&lt;br /&gt;E você nem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Pare de se perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Estejam no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma pessoa que só quer seu bem&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja a pessoa certa&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela existe?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, ela sempre te ouve&lt;br /&gt;E te dá bons conselhos&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o seu reflexo no espelho&lt;br /&gt;Ela te vê como você realmente é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma pessoa que sabe fazer tudo na hora exata&lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre briga com você. Nunca se cala&lt;br /&gt;Elas só quer seu bem&lt;br /&gt;É bom isso, o que é que tem?&lt;br /&gt;Ela te ama também&lt;br /&gt;Ela é esse alguém&lt;br /&gt;Quem te fará feliz pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você precise dela&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você a ame e nem saiba&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nem queira largá-la&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil não&lt;br /&gt;Mas talvez as coisas certas são as do coração&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sendo loucura é verdade&lt;br /&gt;Não cause tanto alarde&lt;br /&gt;Você encontrou o que queria&lt;br /&gt;O seu amor que você tanto lutou para esconder&lt;br /&gt;Não importa, ela te ama por isso&lt;br /&gt;E você nem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Pare de se perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Estejam no mesmo lugar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8361133763645490182?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8361133763645490182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/alguem-que-amo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8361133763645490182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8361133763645490182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/alguem-que-amo.html' title='Alguém que amo'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-3398113612482431313</id><published>2009-02-12T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:04:22.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dead man who loves a living woman</title><content type='html'>I can't blame myself for being late&lt;br /&gt;I tried to postpone it&lt;br /&gt;But it was my fate&lt;br /&gt;They call me mate&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it&lt;br /&gt;It's not for me to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost yet I have found you&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead and you're alive&lt;br /&gt;We'll have to wait for you to die&lt;br /&gt;I can't go back in time&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me but it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive&lt;br /&gt;I want you for real&lt;br /&gt;But you still have a life to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm heartless I feel it&lt;br /&gt;How can it happens?&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead. Everything should taste the same&lt;br /&gt;But I feel you for real&lt;br /&gt;I can feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have some tears to shed&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was dry&lt;br /&gt;But it's not true, actually a lie&lt;br /&gt;So it's not that bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet someday&lt;br /&gt;You still have a life to live&lt;br /&gt;And when you meet your fate&lt;br /&gt;Come down and find me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-3398113612482431313?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3398113612482431313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/dead-man-who-loves-living-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/3398113612482431313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/3398113612482431313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/dead-man-who-loves-living-woman.html' title='A dead man who loves a living woman'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-5855553820452111819</id><published>2009-02-09T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:55:00.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I'll not miss</title><content type='html'>You treated me&lt;br /&gt;Cared for me&lt;br /&gt;You took so good care&lt;br /&gt;The pain now I can bear&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay here&lt;br /&gt;Because I was going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You liked me from the first time&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay&lt;br /&gt;My wounds are good now&lt;br /&gt;You healed them&lt;br /&gt;Don't you believe in what I say?&lt;br /&gt;I was going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How  could you give so much?&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing for you&lt;br /&gt;You treated me&lt;br /&gt;I was down&lt;br /&gt;It's not my hometown&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;You found&lt;br /&gt;Gave me life&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;It's day or night?&lt;br /&gt;I must go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to stay?&lt;br /&gt;You love me?&lt;br /&gt;How? Want me not to go now?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I write I song&lt;br /&gt;Because here is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;I'll live on my own&lt;br /&gt;Here is my new home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so simple&lt;br /&gt;It's a thing I don't want to miss&lt;br /&gt;Your last kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-5855553820452111819?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5855553820452111819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-ill-not-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5855553820452111819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5855553820452111819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-ill-not-miss.html' title='Something I&apos;ll not miss'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4397612833203373760</id><published>2009-02-09T16:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:29:40.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret Lullaby</title><content type='html'>Feche os olhos&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão não dura pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Logo o dia nasce&lt;br /&gt;junto do sol forte e quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus medos se vão&lt;br /&gt;Assim como eu&lt;br /&gt;Somos sãos e sãs&lt;br /&gt;Então até amanhã de manhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se demora&lt;br /&gt;O amanhã logo vem&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a sua vitória&lt;br /&gt;Te verei ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora durma&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está bem&lt;br /&gt;O amanhã chega&lt;br /&gt;São algumas horas&lt;br /&gt;O que é que tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durma bem, meu amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4397612833203373760?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4397612833203373760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-secret-lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4397612833203373760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4397612833203373760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-secret-lullaby.html' title='My secret Lullaby'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-5506953527085619465</id><published>2009-02-08T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:26:51.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying away</title><content type='html'>When I close my eyes I see you&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm awake there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm weak I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the sky and see many stars&lt;br /&gt;Please hear my voice even if you're away&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to disapear wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly across the land looking for you&lt;br /&gt;But Found many things&lt;br /&gt;On those distant shores&lt;br /&gt;Unless what I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path is so hard&lt;br /&gt;My journey may not ever have an end&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps not a happy one&lt;br /&gt;It's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes I feel the lights fading&lt;br /&gt;And here I am right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;But you never come&lt;br /&gt;When I close my hands and my power fades&lt;br /&gt;I hit destiny right in the face&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't stop thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;Not even for a single moment&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ever forget me&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever leave me behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still willing to meet me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be flying across the sky&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a place to land&lt;br /&gt;By your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to stare at you&lt;br /&gt;So happy...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I don't want you to be sad&lt;br /&gt;But... Your happyness hurts me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fading light&lt;br /&gt;I have lack of life&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of my stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;I'll just fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;Where no one will reach me&lt;br /&gt;And someday people will notice&lt;br /&gt;I desapear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-5506953527085619465?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5506953527085619465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/flying-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5506953527085619465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5506953527085619465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/flying-away.html' title='Flying away'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8245758644101846608</id><published>2009-02-08T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:15:14.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei o que é</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que é ruim dizer isso,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu realmente sinto tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Em vê-la rir longe daqui&lt;br /&gt;A cada sorriso com outros&lt;br /&gt;A nova forma como pensa&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais sorri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não tem volta&lt;br /&gt;Nem sinto saudade&lt;br /&gt;Talvez isso tenha outro nome&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tem&lt;br /&gt;Derrota&lt;br /&gt;Nada está no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma sente-se diferente&lt;br /&gt;Não que não queira vê-la feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque não está aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que seu olhar se foi&lt;br /&gt;Está direcionado a outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que naõ gosto&lt;br /&gt;E nem penso em mais amar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8245758644101846608?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8245758644101846608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8954843609655097969</id><published>2009-02-07T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:57:38.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A time to remember</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the rain just falls&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want your touch&lt;br /&gt;Or even a call&lt;br /&gt;I want it so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking that we are apart&lt;br /&gt;That we don't see each other&lt;br /&gt;But I can't forget even if you are that far&lt;br /&gt;I'm just looking into a photo of you in a bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weird feelings are inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;I just want your touch&lt;br /&gt;Since I remember you you're by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget you, you see?&lt;br /&gt;You're here with me&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Telling me I was right to wait&lt;br /&gt;Because I see you coming&lt;br /&gt;I'll know it's worth waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever surrender&lt;br /&gt;And this hard days&lt;br /&gt;Will be a time to remember&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8954843609655097969?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8954843609655097969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8954843609655097969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8954843609655097969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-remember.html' title='A time to remember'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7501687816486489116</id><published>2009-02-02T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:07:51.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>I guess I have to walk further&lt;br /&gt;In order to find light&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not close&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to lose it from sight&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be stoned&lt;br /&gt;I want to find light&lt;br /&gt;The light that'll be the owner&lt;br /&gt;Which will guide me through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not a lie&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll make it right&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if you don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if you'll come&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me one time maybe two&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Just want to find my light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the solution&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, just maybe&lt;br /&gt;There is no truth&lt;br /&gt;No light, no wrong, no right&lt;br /&gt;It's not a solution&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to believe&lt;br /&gt;Hope is an ilusion&lt;br /&gt;Don't push me back&lt;br /&gt;I stay with the living and not with the dead&lt;br /&gt;Our minds are ready for the collision&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me hope is an ilusion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7501687816486489116?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7501687816486489116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7501687816486489116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7501687816486489116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-6434644119761708948</id><published>2009-01-28T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:23:27.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love song</title><content type='html'>That's okay&lt;br /&gt;I just have something for you now&lt;br /&gt;A stupid love song&lt;br /&gt;I made it somehow&lt;br /&gt;Take it with you and remeber&lt;br /&gt;Thanks when I hear your voice I'm no more lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ever surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;But read my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening&lt;br /&gt;Now it's done&lt;br /&gt;My silly love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday it all be over&lt;br /&gt;But at least let me remenber&lt;br /&gt;It's december&lt;br /&gt;And something tells me I'll be lucky&lt;br /&gt;Found this four leafed clover&lt;br /&gt;Don't think our time is only this&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll prove you&lt;br /&gt;But now I just don't want walk home alone&lt;br /&gt;That's why I wrote you this love song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-6434644119761708948?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6434644119761708948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6434644119761708948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6434644119761708948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-song.html' title='Love song'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7578339384529647160</id><published>2009-01-28T15:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:19:04.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear</title><content type='html'>Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;We try to understand&lt;br /&gt;Who is out there?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't care?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time you can tell me&lt;br /&gt;What you have on you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the world weight&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing compared to this&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps it's just this way&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never change it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to tell me this&lt;br /&gt;Try to tell me&lt;br /&gt;I can't be here for long&lt;br /&gt;Although&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Don't have many things around&lt;br /&gt;Say it out loud&lt;br /&gt;Say it at least near my ears&lt;br /&gt;Just whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;Some try to make me bend&lt;br /&gt;But I never surrender&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;I'm free&lt;br /&gt;Free from everything&lt;br /&gt;Things are easy&lt;br /&gt;You just make it harder than it is&lt;br /&gt;Try to live a bit&lt;br /&gt;Don't make any mess&lt;br /&gt;Try to be happy in the end&lt;br /&gt;I'll never bend to anyone&lt;br /&gt;And you should the same&lt;br /&gt;As I walk down&lt;br /&gt;The road&lt;br /&gt;Of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;To no place&lt;br /&gt;Stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't go&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have you to talk&lt;br /&gt;Or walk&lt;br /&gt;We know&lt;br /&gt;Just throw away your hatred, your past&lt;br /&gt;Your rage won't last&lt;br /&gt;Dear love&lt;br /&gt;Dear love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7578339384529647160?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7578339384529647160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7578339384529647160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7578339384529647160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear.html' title='Dear'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-439595658466127388</id><published>2009-01-28T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:18:11.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me fly into your heart</title><content type='html'>Use your broken wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;Try it one more time&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go&lt;br /&gt;But you know&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This neverending evening is the best time&lt;br /&gt;My life is totally right&lt;br /&gt;I can't love&lt;br /&gt;And you know&lt;br /&gt;This is the heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the dark night&lt;br /&gt;The stars are falling apart&lt;br /&gt;And you see?&lt;br /&gt;Just make me believe&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch with my own eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of the few people I have the pleasure to have known&lt;br /&gt;So many wanted to be with me but didn't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;So I like to keep dreaming like this&lt;br /&gt;And one day I'll fly with you if you teach me&lt;br /&gt;The stars will not fall&lt;br /&gt;The sky will be there for us to fly&lt;br /&gt;No matter if it's blue or black or even white&lt;br /&gt;No matter the colour&lt;br /&gt;Just let me fly into your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-439595658466127388?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/439595658466127388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-me-fly-into-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/439595658466127388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/439595658466127388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-me-fly-into-your-heart.html' title='Let me fly into your heart'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-2403286008006851381</id><published>2009-01-23T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:06:09.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimenticare oramai</title><content type='html'>Dobbiamo partire stasera&lt;br /&gt;Non lo so e tu non sai&lt;br /&gt;Ma dobbiamo andare via&lt;br /&gt;O non andiamo mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rimarró a casa mia&lt;br /&gt;Tu puoi parlare qualcosa&lt;br /&gt;Oggi andiamo via&lt;br /&gt;Parli con la tua bocca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che cosa hai sucesso?&lt;br /&gt;Dobbiamo partire adesso&lt;br /&gt;O sarà più tardi&lt;br /&gt;Meglio presto&lt;br /&gt;Sono sincero&lt;br /&gt;Non me piace aspetare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andiamo insieme, donna&lt;br /&gt;Non voglio fare tardi&lt;br /&gt;Perché tra&lt;br /&gt;Tre giorni tutto può cambiare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domani noi conosceremo tutte le cose della vita&lt;br /&gt;Amore, piacere, guerra e la bugia&lt;br /&gt;Ma non possiamo dimenticare&lt;br /&gt;Le cose che abbiamo imparato&lt;br /&gt;O nel futuro non sapremo niente&lt;br /&gt;Perché tutto... Abbiamo dimenticato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anchora io lo so e tu lo sai&lt;br /&gt;Non possiamo dimenticare oramai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: My italian is not that good. So if there's something wrong here. Take it easy. I'm still learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-2403286008006851381?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2403286008006851381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/dimenticare-oramai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/2403286008006851381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/2403286008006851381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/dimenticare-oramai.html' title='Dimenticare oramai'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8510342953469827063</id><published>2009-01-21T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:45:00.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay down before you die</title><content type='html'>I've been out a bit&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I want out here&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty clever&lt;br /&gt;I fly using my torn wings&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see people very clear&lt;br /&gt;But it's almost never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me thinking I deserve&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live like this&lt;br /&gt;My heart is now lost in many pieces&lt;br /&gt;You think you got the world&lt;br /&gt;And in your hands are only sand&lt;br /&gt;Dust from my heart pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going away&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me now&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll work on it somehow&lt;br /&gt;It's time to think about it&lt;br /&gt;In a way or another&lt;br /&gt;I will fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go so badly&lt;br /&gt;Just do it and never come back&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I dont't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And excuse me&lt;br /&gt;But I also ought to go. It's time&lt;br /&gt;Go to bed and lay down&lt;br /&gt;Lay down before I die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8510342953469827063?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8510342953469827063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/lay-down-before-you-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8510342953469827063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8510342953469827063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/lay-down-before-you-die.html' title='Lay down before you die'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7244675486612936962</id><published>2009-01-20T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:02:56.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O nome do seu mar</title><content type='html'>Não importa se o tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se você não volta&lt;br /&gt;Não é tristeza muito menos revolta&lt;br /&gt;Só não sei em que mar você mergulhou&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente não tem mares aos montes&lt;br /&gt;E muito menos um com meu nome&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim queria saber&lt;br /&gt;Não custa não é?&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais nada no lugar&lt;br /&gt;Me diga o nome do seu mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que algo aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Pensa como era&lt;br /&gt;Pensa como tudo era verde e azul&lt;br /&gt;Seu rosto delineado pela luz do sol&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças só me trazem revolta&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não te trarão de volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada é igual nem você nem eu&lt;br /&gt;Mas você foi sem ao menos dizer&lt;br /&gt;Adeus... e a mim&lt;br /&gt;O destino é seu&lt;br /&gt;Mas podia não ser&lt;br /&gt;Podia ser diferente sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu retrato me traz recordações&lt;br /&gt;De coisas que não gostaria lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Do seu rosto, do seu olhar, do seu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Poderia, mas não teve outro jeito&lt;br /&gt;Você preferiu ir a ficar&lt;br /&gt;Não há do que reclamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diga qual é o nome do seu mar&lt;br /&gt;Onde você decidiu mergulhar?&lt;br /&gt;As águas são mais cristalinas aí?&lt;br /&gt;Ou são menos revoltas que as daqui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse tempo que não volta&lt;br /&gt;Que mostra derrotas&lt;br /&gt;Que mostra como é ruim ficar sem você&lt;br /&gt;Mostra como é triste não te ver&lt;br /&gt;Me diga o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mas os seus mares são tão distantes&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ouvi falar&lt;br /&gt;Posso para casa te levar&lt;br /&gt;Mas preciso saber o nome de seu mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7244675486612936962?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7244675486612936962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-nome-do-seu-mar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Procurei as palavras certas, mas nem sei se elas existem&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quero dizer é que sou incompetente por não saber&lt;br /&gt;Não sei falar direito o que quero&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes nem quero nada mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Mas é tão difícil saber do que gostar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tão fácil saber do que não me agrada&lt;br /&gt;Não me agrada a sua sombra&lt;br /&gt;O seu jeito&lt;br /&gt;O seu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;O seu andar&lt;br /&gt;O seu jeito de falar&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que posso fazer...?&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo te deixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem assuntos que terminam rápido demais&lt;br /&gt;Outros são viciantes e não quero parar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos caminhar como antes&lt;br /&gt;Até um dos dois cansar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não quero viver para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero que me digam quando vou morrer&lt;br /&gt;Esse é um segredo que prefiro nem saber&lt;br /&gt;Continue, mas não sem mim&lt;br /&gt;Me espere&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho pressa de chegar ao fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é exagero, pode até ser&lt;br /&gt;Mas você consegue me agradar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Nem precisa dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo calada&lt;br /&gt;Posso ouvir sua voz&lt;br /&gt;Não olhe para trás&lt;br /&gt;Siga em frente porque é o melhor para nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de surpresas&lt;br /&gt;Nosso caminho é fácil de entender&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de seguir. Tenho medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Te perder pelo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Não posso imaginar...&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpe se no início foi difícil&lt;br /&gt;Prometo que irei mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu anjo chegou&lt;br /&gt;Veio me buscar&lt;br /&gt;Mas de você levo o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que fui incapaz de lhe dar&lt;br /&gt;Não espere por mim&lt;br /&gt;Não vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;Siga feliz&lt;br /&gt;Não comece a chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't give a damn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: depois que fui descobrir que o título desse post é o mesmo de uma música que a Cássia Eller cantava. Mas não tem nada a ver com a música. Foi pura conscidência. rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8944380948829620642?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8944380948829620642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/palavras-no-vento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8944380948829620642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8944380948829620642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/palavras-no-vento.html' title='Palavras ao vento'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-5207704359718944168</id><published>2009-01-18T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:51:52.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasci tarde demais...</title><content type='html'>Não pude acompanhar meus poetas vivos&lt;br /&gt;Mas entendo a nova sociedade criada pelos mortos&lt;br /&gt;Sinto não tê-los dito&lt;br /&gt;Que entre os feridos nos escombros havia alguém que os amava&lt;br /&gt;A saudade deles é algo cultural&lt;br /&gt;Dói, choca, faz a gente chorar&lt;br /&gt;Eles se vão, nunca ficam muito tempo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;É normal&lt;br /&gt;Sinto não tê-los dito que os idolatrava&lt;br /&gt;Que sinto também saudade&lt;br /&gt;Agoniza a alma&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, acho que nasci tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pude acompanhar os meus ídolos&lt;br /&gt;Talvez os mortos têm um quê de santos&lt;br /&gt;Algo que nos vivos não encontramos&lt;br /&gt;Algo diferente e que não esperamos&lt;br /&gt;O fim&lt;br /&gt;Não há continuação em suas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Não há diálogo&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos um simples parabéns pelo trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Sinto não tê-los dito que os idolatrava&lt;br /&gt;Que sinto também saudade&lt;br /&gt;Agoniza a alma&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, acho que nasci tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas palavras ainda voam por aí&lt;br /&gt;Sempre encontro algo novo nelas&lt;br /&gt;Sou fã de cada letra sua&lt;br /&gt;Pena que sumiu no ar&lt;br /&gt;Tão rápido que mal pude admirar&lt;br /&gt;Sumiu, evaporou-se como água num dia quente de verão&lt;br /&gt;Mas o problema é que você não volta como chuva&lt;br /&gt;Sinto você ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Como se os papéis estivessem trocados&lt;br /&gt;Agora sou eu que guio o barco&lt;br /&gt;Perdão por não saber perdoar&lt;br /&gt;Mas farei de tudo para te alcansar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto não tê-los dito que os idolatrava&lt;br /&gt;Que sinto também saudade&lt;br /&gt;Agoniza a alma&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, acho que nasci tarde demais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-5207704359718944168?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5207704359718944168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/nasci-tarde-demais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5207704359718944168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5207704359718944168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/nasci-tarde-demais.html' title='Nasci tarde demais...'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-1970180888161820607</id><published>2009-01-14T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:11:03.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring me flowers in May</title><content type='html'>Let's try it again&lt;br /&gt;Ask me all question&lt;br /&gt;Just like when you were getting to know me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;It won't be worse don't even mention it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all about you&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the end&lt;br /&gt;because this way we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;maybe not today&lt;br /&gt;maybe not the way we wanted and dreamed on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bring me flowers in may&lt;br /&gt;and on that day we'll be others&lt;br /&gt;we'll change&lt;br /&gt;But we'll also have new dreams&lt;br /&gt;new lives, new minds&lt;br /&gt;On May we'll be born anew&lt;br /&gt;We'll not be alike anymore&lt;br /&gt;But we'll never forget each other&lt;br /&gt;For all I'm concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have faith in destiny&lt;br /&gt;believed there was someone pulling his strings&lt;br /&gt;but now I realized that we are alone here&lt;br /&gt;can't you feel this?&lt;br /&gt;Hear the choirs?&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;They sing an amazing song&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the sound of drums?&lt;br /&gt;Hear the sound of laughter?&lt;br /&gt;You'll know what I become&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together... ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bring me flowers in may&lt;br /&gt;and on that day we'll be others&lt;br /&gt;we'll change&lt;br /&gt;But we'll also have new dreams&lt;br /&gt;new lives, new minds&lt;br /&gt;On May we'll be born anew&lt;br /&gt;We'll not be alike anymore&lt;br /&gt;But we'll never forget each other&lt;br /&gt;For all I'm concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get to them&lt;br /&gt;Smell the perfume and not slain it&lt;br /&gt;And in the end&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-1970180888161820607?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-6230743452576674691</id><published>2009-01-13T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:26:27.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer a prince</title><content type='html'>Now it's time to end this treason at all&lt;br /&gt;Although we don't know the reason for an empire to fall&lt;br /&gt;It's not beacause I want the treasure&lt;br /&gt;But I have the pleasure to make this call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having some people beside me I have grown stronger&lt;br /&gt;Now I have this castle but I'm not the real owner&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fear what is to come&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I flee for what I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now as clear as the sky&lt;br /&gt;I have paid for all my sins&lt;br /&gt;My tears are no more 'cause my eyes have dried&lt;br /&gt;And this means I really have tried but not as hard as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be there, at least not for now&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep going&lt;br /&gt;And forget it somehow&lt;br /&gt;Someday the sea will be calm&lt;br /&gt;But now it's cruel&lt;br /&gt;And I'm almost drowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my castle is not made of sand&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I buit it on good floor&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand&lt;br /&gt;That I have to live and fight once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live or let it die" said a man sometime ago&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;So far I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;All I need is going somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Some place you don't dare... to find&lt;br /&gt;You'll not be there if you are kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget my sins&lt;br /&gt;I have sinned many times&lt;br /&gt;It's not the worst thing or the worst part&lt;br /&gt;It's just... me&lt;br /&gt;Who I am? Don't know. I'm someone who lost&lt;br /&gt;What have worked for&lt;br /&gt;Now there's really no castle anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer the best prince of all times&lt;br /&gt;I have to face it&lt;br /&gt;I have sinned and have put them in my castle basement&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I fear to write my testment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-6230743452576674691?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6230743452576674691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-longer-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6230743452576674691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6230743452576674691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-longer-prince.html' title='No longer a prince'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7373389442120042718</id><published>2009-01-10T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:22:22.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny and time</title><content type='html'>Nothing is gonna change that day&lt;br /&gt;Me having you here so close&lt;br /&gt;So close to this&lt;br /&gt;I'm deaf for everything&lt;br /&gt;But still I can hear your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are totally diferent&lt;br /&gt;You're water I'm fire&lt;br /&gt;You're  the cold i'm the heat&lt;br /&gt;And it's your heartbeat that I desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing and dancing all the time like you'd be forever&lt;br /&gt;And never ever die&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and waiting for whatevere there is&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is just a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;He can gant me some more time&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even need to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead I go behind&lt;br /&gt;I'll protect you from all the shadows and make you a line&lt;br /&gt;With so many lights that the heartlesses won't find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;just like old couples do&lt;br /&gt;No pain or despair could change my words&lt;br /&gt;As long as I have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if destiny plays with us&lt;br /&gt;and makes apart&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk to the godess of time&lt;br /&gt;And go back to the start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7373389442120042718?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7373389442120042718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/destiny-and-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7373389442120042718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7373389442120042718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/destiny-and-time.html' title='Destiny and time'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-5656908446062547687</id><published>2009-01-10T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:36:24.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the seasons began</title><content type='html'>We were young&lt;br /&gt;We were free&lt;br /&gt;And everything&lt;br /&gt;Seemed easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were here&lt;br /&gt;We were there&lt;br /&gt;We never really cared&lt;br /&gt;We were down&lt;br /&gt;We were up&lt;br /&gt;We were everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were young&lt;br /&gt;Life's free&lt;br /&gt;Why not stopping here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sing a song&lt;br /&gt;I wrote for you&lt;br /&gt;All the words are true&lt;br /&gt;Now, believe&lt;br /&gt;We are here&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and then&lt;br /&gt;We'll face some trouble we make&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake up&lt;br /&gt;Dream of me now&lt;br /&gt;Stay there... Silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were young&lt;br /&gt;And I know why&lt;br /&gt;You chose to stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't say&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were summer&lt;br /&gt;We were spring&lt;br /&gt;We were everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons began&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons began&lt;br /&gt;Because of us&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons began&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;Don't say it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Just don't try to understand&lt;br /&gt;You'll never comprehend&lt;br /&gt;Why all the seasons began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were young&lt;br /&gt;We were stars&lt;br /&gt;We were all the feelings&lt;br /&gt;We were... a start. New lives&lt;br /&gt;We were this moment called now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons began&lt;br /&gt;Together...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-5656908446062547687?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5656908446062547687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-seasons-began.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5656908446062547687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/5656908446062547687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-seasons-began.html' title='All the seasons began'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8719953526449851528</id><published>2009-01-09T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:57:01.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a sin</title><content type='html'>Laying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Her body resides by her own&lt;br /&gt;Heard that she died&lt;br /&gt;But not now&lt;br /&gt;She's there for more than a mounth&lt;br /&gt;Some said that she was out of her mind&lt;br /&gt;That the only one she trusted is long gone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true, she died because of love&lt;br /&gt;But is it worth doing?&lt;br /&gt;Life is here to grant us all the wishes we want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said that she was going to meet someone instead&lt;br /&gt;Some say it's an angel. A fallen?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look... better&lt;br /&gt;She seems so peacefull so... Happy!&lt;br /&gt;Did she find?&lt;br /&gt;No, she didn't forget&lt;br /&gt;Her sin was not  taking her life&lt;br /&gt;But loving too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so dim here?&lt;br /&gt;Like death is taking everything?&lt;br /&gt;We have to clean it&lt;br /&gt;And never love again cause it's a sin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8719953526449851528?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8719953526449851528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-is-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8719953526449851528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8719953526449851528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-is-sin.html' title='Love is a sin'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-6729027051194945573</id><published>2009-01-09T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:51:07.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sailor's letter</title><content type='html'>Going slow but never thinking of stopping&lt;br /&gt;It's a blessing but also my curse&lt;br /&gt;I want to get there soon&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm just close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I be there late&lt;br /&gt;I have to travel the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;I'll be late&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have to fall&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a look in the eye&lt;br /&gt;I'll be late. It's nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;No need to cry&lt;br /&gt;I have control I'll be there for sure&lt;br /&gt;Swear for my soul I'll land upon your shores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be late&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait&lt;br /&gt;I have to travel the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you letters&lt;br /&gt;so you'll also know that I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise I would never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll arrive late&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to wait&lt;br /&gt;I still have your necklace&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting at our special place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be together&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if it's here or not&lt;br /&gt;The time will make it better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer just like you&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to stop writing&lt;br /&gt;The end is coming upon me&lt;br /&gt;The waiting is not gonna be that long&lt;br /&gt;Have my word, sweety&lt;br /&gt;I have to travel the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;But let it be&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in April or July&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even before&lt;br /&gt;I'll be arriving&lt;br /&gt;And the sad waiting will be no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-6729027051194945573?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6729027051194945573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/sailors-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6729027051194945573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6729027051194945573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/sailors-letter.html' title='A sailor&apos;s letter'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-1582068991652984744</id><published>2009-01-09T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:06:30.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I supposed to love you back?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes used to run away from everything I feared&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Now it's loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have to wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hand and guide me through&lt;br /&gt;Every possible way&lt;br /&gt;Give me one chance and I tell you&lt;br /&gt;You'll know what I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to picture me in a way it's not true&lt;br /&gt;I'm far from being something good&lt;br /&gt;Far from a prince on a shinning white horse&lt;br /&gt;Far from the borders of the south&lt;br /&gt;Just want you to know that my true self is hidden&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep inside&lt;br /&gt;In a place that not even I can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this night is very black&lt;br /&gt;And you're not coming back&lt;br /&gt;So just laugh one last time&lt;br /&gt;Cause the pain decreases somehow&lt;br /&gt;Just do it, right?&lt;br /&gt;Before I live this town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the most beautiful garden of all&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there with my sword&lt;br /&gt;But here I'm no more than a boy&lt;br /&gt;You have my word&lt;br /&gt;Don't picture me as if I were a prince on a shinning white horse&lt;br /&gt;That's I'm not for sure&lt;br /&gt;Forget about this image. Rip it off&lt;br /&gt;But put it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember and let it be&lt;br /&gt;Forget my face but not my touch&lt;br /&gt;Forget my mouth but not my words&lt;br /&gt;Forget the prince but not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I don't know what I'm supposed to say&lt;br /&gt;I know love is like this&lt;br /&gt;Remember this day&lt;br /&gt;I miss you but I won't come back&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll realize when I'm far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to love you back&lt;br /&gt;But the way it is&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-1582068991652984744?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1582068991652984744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-supposed-to-love-you-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/1582068991652984744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/1582068991652984744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-supposed-to-love-you-back.html' title='Am I supposed to love you back?'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-765915725745731606</id><published>2009-01-08T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:39:13.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone who tried to teach me things of life</title><content type='html'>Some people have taught me so much&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like them&lt;br /&gt;I want to pass my knowlodge&lt;br /&gt;And not just heir it&lt;br /&gt;Say when I'll be this one&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow up faster&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop the disaster&lt;br /&gt;I need to know&lt;br /&gt;I need to combat&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let anyone make you feel sad&lt;br /&gt;Be strong&lt;br /&gt;We'll rule the world&lt;br /&gt;You have my word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a puppet in a lone string&lt;br /&gt;Although it's you who are pulling it&lt;br /&gt;I want to get free&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain is falling once again&lt;br /&gt;The dark clouds are fast aproaching&lt;br /&gt;But it's just rain&lt;br /&gt;And it'll be gone soon... I hope so&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow fills me these days&lt;br /&gt;Tears never leave my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want all the water from may&lt;br /&gt;It's not a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my will is not so strong as I thought&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love is not the one I souhght&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my battles shouldn't be fought&lt;br /&gt;But giving up is not what you taught&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me to give up&lt;br /&gt;It would be a shame&lt;br /&gt;My body has all the strengh I need&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's something more here&lt;br /&gt;Like some ancient entity&lt;br /&gt;Something divine&lt;br /&gt;Something not from our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your will to live keeps me strong&lt;br /&gt;Now I have all the strengh I need&lt;br /&gt;Tell me not to give up and all those kinds of things&lt;br /&gt;Tell me to stop when I have to&lt;br /&gt;Tell me to go back and retry&lt;br /&gt;Tell me to look at the moon&lt;br /&gt;And swear I'll never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can&lt;br /&gt;Just don't know&lt;br /&gt;I have to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Don't say it's not worth waiting&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth fighting&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth living&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth loving&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth... Having you here&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who taught me some great stuff&lt;br /&gt;Others not that good&lt;br /&gt;Taught me to tell a silly lie&lt;br /&gt;But also to say the truth&lt;br /&gt;Don't go away now&lt;br /&gt;I need you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say it&lt;br /&gt;But I love you&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if you're not the best example a boy could have&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy you're my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't tell me you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;I never said a good word of tenderness to you&lt;br /&gt;Swear you'll come home&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be able to say I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-765915725745731606?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/765915725745731606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/someone-who-tried-to-teach-me-things-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/765915725745731606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/765915725745731606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/someone-who-tried-to-teach-me-things-of.html' title='Someone who tried to teach me things of life'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7605366555558126127</id><published>2009-01-07T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:20:31.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Star</title><content type='html'>Just walking with no where to go&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do that&lt;br /&gt;Walk away&lt;br /&gt;Just want to sit here for a while, you know?&lt;br /&gt;I like that&lt;br /&gt;I always say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starry sky is there with many lights&lt;br /&gt;They say they are the dead&lt;br /&gt;So I know where you really are&lt;br /&gt;You're there&lt;br /&gt;But don't wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I still have many things to do&lt;br /&gt;Many things I still haven't seen&lt;br /&gt;But in time I'll meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walk with no where to go&lt;br /&gt;But I look up the sky and know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that the brightest star&lt;br /&gt;That shines in the sky is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in an usual mood like everything is gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;But it's just a lie although it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;I came all the way here just to tell you that&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay but not stay sad&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of time we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;It's the truth not a lie&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here waiting 'till the day comes. Hope faster&lt;br /&gt;To hug you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day there'll be two stars&lt;br /&gt;And men will know what they mean&lt;br /&gt;Because they'll shine more than lights in the park&lt;br /&gt;They'll be you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if destiny makes one of us fall&lt;br /&gt;And in Earth finding a new start&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that's his call&lt;br /&gt;And we'll grant wishes being a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walk with no where to go&lt;br /&gt;But I look up the sky and know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that the brightest star&lt;br /&gt;That shines in the sky is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7605366555558126127?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7605366555558126127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/shooting-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7605366555558126127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7605366555558126127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/shooting-star.html' title='Shooting Star'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-773269360552855857</id><published>2009-01-06T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:51:33.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are all that really matters</title><content type='html'>I know you use gentle words to put my heart at ease&lt;br /&gt;I know I always say too much but it is the way it is&lt;br /&gt;Forget about going back you are all that I miss&lt;br /&gt;Just do one thing for me. Please, only this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've fought hard battles&lt;br /&gt;Stay out of the field&lt;br /&gt;You here is all that really matters&lt;br /&gt;If you go, I have to know you'll use me as a shield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to write anymore letters&lt;br /&gt;I want you here&lt;br /&gt;That's all that really matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fly with your wings&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me here&lt;br /&gt;Let's do together all kinds of things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-773269360552855857?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/773269360552855857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-all-that-really-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/773269360552855857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/773269360552855857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-all-that-really-matters.html' title='You are all that really matters'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7082737451008035755</id><published>2009-01-06T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:53:58.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces we make</title><content type='html'>Some said ''be yourself is all that you can be"&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know I am so many in one&lt;br /&gt;There a lot of me&lt;br /&gt;And there's none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under cerulian skies I see what you mean&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not that easily&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;I get all that you see&lt;br /&gt;A lot lately&lt;br /&gt;That's my curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I sit beside you? Do you mind?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shy, you're amazing I'm not blind&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what I lost I'll quickly find&lt;br /&gt;Don't even need to take a look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what I want of you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a happy face... Very close&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what tells us why we love so many&lt;br /&gt;Yet hate so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7082737451008035755?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7082737451008035755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/faces-we-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7082737451008035755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7082737451008035755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/faces-we-make.html' title='Faces we make'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8848891433396333519</id><published>2009-01-06T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:06:24.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning bird has flown</title><content type='html'>You were good in this white dress of yours&lt;br /&gt;Always brighting more than the moon&lt;br /&gt;You're so gorgeous like and even more&lt;br /&gt;Let's get out of here soon&lt;br /&gt;Greet me with a great shinning smile&lt;br /&gt;It'll be good... Better&lt;br /&gt;Even if it lasts for a while&lt;br /&gt;For me it'll be forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Love me in this room so dim&lt;br /&gt;But hurry we're out of time&lt;br /&gt;It's simple and clean&lt;br /&gt;The choice is yours not mine&lt;br /&gt;Let's have just a great time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song to remember your laughter&lt;br /&gt;Just that&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget such woman who is better&lt;br /&gt;Than any of those who are mad&lt;br /&gt;It's living and getting along&lt;br /&gt;It's just a simple song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so beautiful with no light&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Now you're mine this being divine&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shy&lt;br /&gt;To say I got you although it was so black&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away, I'm sure,  I'll bring you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw you in the morning talking to someone&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has really begun&lt;br /&gt;But we'll find each other some day in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Maybe with a bit more light&lt;br /&gt;Maybe being mine or being divine&lt;br /&gt;Take your time you made me a mark&lt;br /&gt;Going back made me a scar nothing less&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you left a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song to remember your laughter&lt;br /&gt;Just that&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget such woman who is better&lt;br /&gt;Than any of those who are mad&lt;br /&gt;It's living and getting along&lt;br /&gt;It's just a simple song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you in this dim dawn&lt;br /&gt;out of my reach&lt;br /&gt;It's a dying heart with a great disease&lt;br /&gt;But now everything is calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning bird has flown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8848891433396333519?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8848891433396333519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/morning-bird-has-flown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8848891433396333519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8848891433396333519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/morning-bird-has-flown.html' title='Morning bird has flown'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4664735318011946903</id><published>2009-01-05T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:57:21.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost kingdoms</title><content type='html'>I used to have a beautiful castle&lt;br /&gt;But it fell&lt;br /&gt;I used to live in a great sunny day&lt;br /&gt;But now it's away&lt;br /&gt;I used to have the key&lt;br /&gt;But it's not here&lt;br /&gt;I used to have memories, even sad&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cruel I know&lt;br /&gt;But it's the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Killing is the right thing&lt;br /&gt;He's not good&lt;br /&gt;Neither am I&lt;br /&gt;Both dead! They want it&lt;br /&gt;Don't play dumb&lt;br /&gt;Do it!&lt;br /&gt;They're coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have great memories of flower fields&lt;br /&gt;Now they're dead Just like they said&lt;br /&gt;I used to have power&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm lost Don't even know the hour&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel the blood from my enemies&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't have my men&lt;br /&gt;They're all dead&lt;br /&gt;Just like they said&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a king&lt;br /&gt;It's a silly thing&lt;br /&gt;But it's true while it lasts&lt;br /&gt;Now it's in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken swords and pierced shields&lt;br /&gt;Loves lost along&lt;br /&gt;The battle in the fields&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears all around&lt;br /&gt;Feel the smell of death?&lt;br /&gt;Let's go out&lt;br /&gt;It was all he said&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the dead singing&lt;br /&gt;This is who I became&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one who hears&lt;br /&gt;It'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all my work&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if I rule the world&lt;br /&gt;All I want is being on distant shores&lt;br /&gt;In a place I'm king no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4664735318011946903?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4664735318011946903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-kingdoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4664735318011946903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4664735318011946903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-kingdoms.html' title='Lost kingdoms'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4281284616618620162</id><published>2009-01-05T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:16:46.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartless</title><content type='html'>I'm not just a man&lt;br /&gt;I'm more like a king&lt;br /&gt;Don't know actually who I am&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why we are not right?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted you here by my side&lt;br /&gt;Life would be a lot easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death lurks in the spreading shadows&lt;br /&gt;And waiting is just what I can do&lt;br /&gt;She comes from a place I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But she'll make me find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If to lose is to find&lt;br /&gt;And to find is to lose&lt;br /&gt;What I have in mind&lt;br /&gt;I set you loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted you to ask all questions&lt;br /&gt;Tired of walking in circles&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said what to do&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet you and say...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I'll think about it later&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted you here&lt;br /&gt;like always&lt;br /&gt;Come back and make it easier&lt;br /&gt;Maybe chasing stars is hard&lt;br /&gt;But I'll make it&lt;br /&gt;You just shine there&lt;br /&gt;I can see you&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the only thing I see&lt;br /&gt;In darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ain't a heartless&lt;br /&gt;More like a nobody&lt;br /&gt;An empty vessel without a soul&lt;br /&gt;But with brains enough to let it be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4281284616618620162?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4281284616618620162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-just-man-im-more-like-king-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4281284616618620162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4281284616618620162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-just-man-im-more-like-king-dont.html' title='Heartless'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-164827711198064280</id><published>2009-01-05T16:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:36:02.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma breve apresentação - 2009</title><content type='html'>Sou do tipo que gosta...&lt;br /&gt;De verdade&lt;br /&gt;se bem que às vezes nem tanto&lt;br /&gt;Sou alguém sempre está a mostra&lt;br /&gt;Sempre acordo tarde&lt;br /&gt;É o que mais amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você me conhece sabe quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Se não chega mais para conversar&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser ir o problema é seu&lt;br /&gt;Mas querendo serei grato se ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta saber um pouco para conhecer tudo&lt;br /&gt;Não demora nada&lt;br /&gt;É fácil se perder em conversas sem conteúdo&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem não gosta&lt;br /&gt;Não entro calado muito menos fico mudo&lt;br /&gt;Não invento e nem faço moda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de música lenta e boa&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade nem lembro a última que ouvi&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei como soou&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre é melhor do que realmente vivi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-164827711198064280?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-6096575811597179129</id><published>2009-01-05T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:00:19.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget everything - 2009</title><content type='html'>Forget about the stupid enemies&lt;br /&gt;They're like ants for you&lt;br /&gt;No one really cares&lt;br /&gt;You have many friends&lt;br /&gt;I do too&lt;br /&gt;I want to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget them we'll not fall&lt;br /&gt;Our castle is made of sand&lt;br /&gt;But they can call more men&lt;br /&gt;We'll stand tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about all that noise&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing at all I say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not&lt;br /&gt;a good thing to come our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being forgotten means something creep&lt;br /&gt;Like if you were never here&lt;br /&gt;And living in a place that never really existed&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit sad&lt;br /&gt;Probably shouldn't have said that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about everything&lt;br /&gt;Forget about love and life&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget about me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-6096575811597179129?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6096575811597179129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/forget-everything-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6096575811597179129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/6096575811597179129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/forget-everything-2009.html' title='Forget everything - 2009'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-1120145213835748338</id><published>2009-01-05T15:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:55:31.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me happy- 2008</title><content type='html'>You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;You do it right&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I see you&lt;br /&gt;My heart seem wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see that&lt;br /&gt;You bewitched me&lt;br /&gt;Although I like it all here&lt;br /&gt;You wanna go&lt;br /&gt;I say: Please no&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where to look for&lt;br /&gt;This warm feeling is far from reach&lt;br /&gt;This one is far from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t be beaten&lt;br /&gt;I know now&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing is good somehow&lt;br /&gt;I must go where I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;But the point is I’m right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do that&lt;br /&gt;So do you&lt;br /&gt;Then, never come back&lt;br /&gt;Feeling blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-1120145213835748338?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1120145213835748338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/make-me-happy-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/1120145213835748338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/1120145213835748338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/make-me-happy-2008.html' title='Make me happy- 2008'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4380280043117656962</id><published>2009-01-05T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:54:22.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How’s life-2008</title><content type='html'>There is something this time&lt;br /&gt;Something unpredictable, maybe not right&lt;br /&gt;But this is how is life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t say we’re alive&lt;br /&gt;We can’t distinguish what’s black or white&lt;br /&gt;This is something amazing, maybe it’s not that right&lt;br /&gt;But this is how’s our life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None have done it right&lt;br /&gt;Not even quite&lt;br /&gt;But they did it&lt;br /&gt;Though they won’t twice&lt;br /&gt;This is unpredictable, maybe not right&lt;br /&gt;But this is how’s our life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4380280043117656962?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4380280043117656962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/hows-life-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4380280043117656962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4380280043117656962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/hows-life-2008.html' title='How’s life-2008'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-4726402285908204659</id><published>2009-01-05T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:53:22.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me 2- 2008</title><content type='html'>Cansei de esperar você chegar&lt;br /&gt;Joguei, perdi&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que fosse assim&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso errar&lt;br /&gt;Errei, menti&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adorava a dor de vê-la ir&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que ia regressar&lt;br /&gt;De verdade não imaginei&lt;br /&gt;Que doeria tanto&lt;br /&gt;Uma dor que dói forte&lt;br /&gt;Parece a morte&lt;br /&gt;Vai parar quando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro como se fosse hoje&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho certeza&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto tanto a sua falta&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo o seu jeito, mas&lt;br /&gt;Odeio você&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Momento, lugares, pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, mas não gosto de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretendo partir para nunca voltar&lt;br /&gt;Você fez assim&lt;br /&gt;Nem me disse&lt;br /&gt;Preferiu fugir&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe dizer adeus...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter, pelo menos, ter tido&lt;br /&gt;A chance de tê-la dito que a amava uma vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Só mais uma, a última&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi cruel&lt;br /&gt;Me feriu&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Mas odeio você&lt;br /&gt;Queria o mar, a terra e o céu&lt;br /&gt;E o que ganhei?&lt;br /&gt;Nada!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre escolho a pessoa errada.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amar?&lt;br /&gt;Quem precisa disso?&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso?&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso!&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É difícil lidar com o dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;É difícil... Tudo é&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não pensou em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Achou que iria doer menos assim?&lt;br /&gt;Foi embora sem deixar recado&lt;br /&gt;Preferiu cortar sem sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Como ferida&lt;br /&gt;Mas doeu, minha querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida não.&lt;br /&gt;Você não merece&lt;br /&gt;Eu te odeio, mas amo mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de mim, pelo menos,&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser só um capítulo na vida de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos na sua&lt;br /&gt;... Queria ser co-autor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-4726402285908204659?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4726402285908204659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-2-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4726402285908204659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/4726402285908204659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-2-2008.html' title='Me 2- 2008'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-1823334462915353372</id><published>2009-01-05T15:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:51:37.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me- 2008</title><content type='html'>Essas vagas lembranças são&lt;br /&gt;Tão difíceis de serem entendidas&lt;br /&gt;Parecem sonhos distantes&lt;br /&gt;De estradas partidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso em nunca mais errar&lt;br /&gt;Não quero vê-la sangrar&lt;br /&gt;Vá logo&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se demorar&lt;br /&gt;Vou esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive perto todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Só você não percebeu&lt;br /&gt;Bem, quem não percebeu fui eu&lt;br /&gt;Sou mesmo lento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se lembre de como tudo era&lt;br /&gt;Agora você vai só&lt;br /&gt;Não me procure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-1823334462915353372?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1823334462915353372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/1823334462915353372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/1823334462915353372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-2008.html' title='Me- 2008'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-2663130845883479243</id><published>2009-01-05T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:50:24.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The inside of me- 2008</title><content type='html'>I don’t want to see you&lt;br /&gt;But I miss so much&lt;br /&gt;This time all I want&lt;br /&gt;Is a sad song&lt;br /&gt;Of forgotten memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hear you&lt;br /&gt;Not at all I say&lt;br /&gt;Not a single word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hide anymore&lt;br /&gt;From you, dear&lt;br /&gt;Or from your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t want to come back&lt;br /&gt;This is what you say&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not what you mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I tell you&lt;br /&gt;All I did was right&lt;br /&gt;All was so good&lt;br /&gt;But now all you do&lt;br /&gt;Is just something…&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go away&lt;br /&gt;Not to stay with you in my head&lt;br /&gt;I will be far away&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time my heart will stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Because now I want&lt;br /&gt;Not to be here&lt;br /&gt;I say: Go away&lt;br /&gt;From my head, from my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it’s hard&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know it’s true&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I may rip you off&lt;br /&gt;Of me, of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t guarantee&lt;br /&gt;If you’ll be fine&lt;br /&gt;If you’ll be alive&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hide&lt;br /&gt;From you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I want a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you won’t go&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re still here&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, let me go&lt;br /&gt;You hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, set me free&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to cry&lt;br /&gt;With these memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-2663130845883479243?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2663130845883479243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/inside-of-me-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/2663130845883479243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/2663130845883479243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/inside-of-me-2008.html' title='The inside of me- 2008'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-8290992509890697661</id><published>2009-01-05T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:49:14.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking you through the glass-2008</title><content type='html'>I saw you through the glass&lt;br /&gt;Only through the glass that day&lt;br /&gt;You were so beautiful and sweet&lt;br /&gt;But were far away&lt;br /&gt;And here I am waiting for you to pass again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you through the glass&lt;br /&gt;Only through the glass that day&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was kind and pretty&lt;br /&gt;But was away&lt;br /&gt;And here I am waiting to hear you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched you through the glass&lt;br /&gt;Only through the glass that day&lt;br /&gt;You were such a beauty&lt;br /&gt;But were away&lt;br /&gt;And here I am waiting to touch you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that strong&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you is hard&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll never give up. I have to hurry up&lt;br /&gt;No one will see me&lt;br /&gt;Because I’ll be at the place I always am&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll see you through the glass&lt;br /&gt;Only through the glass&lt;br /&gt;Waiting your beauty&lt;br /&gt;This day, this way&lt;br /&gt;But you are away&lt;br /&gt;And here I am waiting for you to pass again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-8290992509890697661?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8290992509890697661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-you-through-glass-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8290992509890697661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/8290992509890697661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-you-through-glass-2008.html' title='Looking you through the glass-2008'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1877210629505410325.post-7824841221356334801</id><published>2009-01-05T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:48:25.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone else-2008</title><content type='html'>No one is here&lt;br /&gt;But here is the needle&lt;br /&gt;The slayer is here with his needle&lt;br /&gt;All the words he owns are mine&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna sit&lt;br /&gt;This is my only solitary night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he have a better life?&lt;br /&gt;I bet: NO one&lt;br /&gt;I bet: No one&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know where it is&lt;br /&gt;Cause around me is this one&lt;br /&gt;Worth of using the needle&lt;br /&gt;Who slayed the evil&lt;br /&gt;All the things he owns are mine&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna sit&lt;br /&gt;This is what I missed this damn night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one got a better life than mine&lt;br /&gt;Because I live free from reality&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m someone else&lt;br /&gt;No one in years said what really mean&lt;br /&gt;This is my life&lt;br /&gt;Dark with lotsa stuff to do&lt;br /&gt;When I’m here  alone with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1877210629505410325-7824841221356334801?l=deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7824841221356334801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/someone-else-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7824841221356334801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1877210629505410325/posts/default/7824841221356334801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepwithinasoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/someone-else-2008.html' title='Someone else-2008'/><author><name>Renan Barreto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322322998433085146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf0l9PmNuc0/S41OEGfvL4I/AAAAAAAADZQ/992rHbw58u4/S220/RENAN.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
