<?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-6224061</id><updated>2012-02-22T01:21:11.072-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leo Wylde</title><subtitle type='html'>Um antigo lugar secreto. :P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-2625458233305870089</id><published>2012-01-29T20:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:21:20.847-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Audioslave  a primeira vez que eu te vivocê estava perseguindo um ciclonesozinha em um campocom trilhos e trevoseu continuei girando e nunca pensei quevocê terminaria me perseguindo
mas sossegue, eu não hesitarei
em pegar a estradaantes que você me destruadecida-se e eu te ajudarei a acharalguma coisa para conduzir antes que você me conduza à loucura você está cansada de caminhar e você detesta o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/2625458233305870089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=2625458233305870089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2625458233305870089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2625458233305870089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2012/01/audioslave-primeira-vez-que-eu-te-vi.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-7406086535106255441</id><published>2012-01-09T20:46:00.021-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:48:57.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>irrelevante e materialista
todas minhas conquistas sao percentuais
a felicidade nominalmente financeira
nada interessante
so ficar velho
mais careca
mais gordo
mais rico
mais solitario
mais acomodado
sonolento

eu gostava
de estar contigo
achava divertido 
era super em casa
tipo sem vergonha, sem nada
nao era tao pouco
nem era tanto
era bom
quer mais direto?
mais sincero?tudo o que eu preciso

eh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/7406086535106255441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=7406086535106255441&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7406086535106255441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7406086535106255441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2012/01/minha-vida-eh-irrelevante-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-7983492736889173111</id><published>2012-01-09T20:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T04:35:19.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>garota de ipanema
copacabana
cinelandia
barra dda tijuca
de todo rio de janeiro
rainha dos meus desejos
dos meus suspiros bebados
embreagados
sem sentido
de repente engracados
sem nexo
sutileza
nunca foi meu forte
alias procuro ate hoje
vou dormir
esta tarde</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/7983492736889173111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=7983492736889173111&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7983492736889173111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7983492736889173111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2012/01/garota-de-ipanema-copacabana-cinelandia.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1280235569441876830</id><published>2011-12-27T20:00:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:34:05.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>repetitivo, irrelevante 

tedio supremo que me sufoca em seu calor
tirando o sentido dos meus dias
alegria de chegar em casa
o prazer das minhas conquistas

vai fazer alguns anos
que todos os ciclos parecem iguais
preciso encontrar um objetivo
pois ja desisti dos meus amores complicados demais

o que seria uma uma grande e linda saida
pois o amor nos torna egoistas
roubando toda nossa vontade e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1280235569441876830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=1280235569441876830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1280235569441876830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1280235569441876830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/12/tedio-supremo-que-domina-ao-meu-redor.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-3149790029266072305</id><published>2011-12-18T11:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T11:06:37.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a primeira coisa que se faz
quando se esta apaixonado
e sentir saudade
mesmo que ainda esteja comigo
por que uma hora voce vai embora
e eu vou ficar aqui
procurando nos velhos sentidos
resquicios
da tua presenca</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/3149790029266072305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=3149790029266072305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3149790029266072305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3149790029266072305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/12/primeira-coisa-que-se-faz-quando-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-518141647890436611</id><published>2011-12-10T17:30:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:21:50.658-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ei acorda
vamos ficar juntos
todo o tempo do mundo
vamos ao cinema
passear na praia
fazer cada segundo vale a pena
rir de nós mesmos
desse nosso jeito bobo
convencido, apaixonado
dessa tua frescura pra tirar foto
da areia que entra nos meus sapatos
comer alguma besteira
e derrubar molho por toda mesa
nosso protesto jocoso  
contra este mundo que não foi feito
pra quem tem um e oitenta
vamos ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/518141647890436611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=518141647890436611&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/518141647890436611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/518141647890436611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/12/ei-ei-acorda-vamos-passar-todo-ttempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-5482557388141212575</id><published>2011-12-08T21:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:36:29.862-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e se nao fosse por minhas orelhas
meu sorriso dividiria em duas minha cabeca
eh uma felicidade tao besta
que tenho caimbra em minhas bochechas

sao tantos sorrisos e beijos
que elas ficam assim, cansadas e doendo
meu deus, me apaixonei por uma comediante
linda,  desajeitada, sorridente, gigante

 finalmente alguem que me entende
esse mundo nao foi feito pra agente
voce me causa tantos sorrisos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/5482557388141212575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=5482557388141212575&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5482557388141212575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5482557388141212575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-se-nao-fosse-por-minhas-orelhas-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-4970921373457487024</id><published>2011-11-18T19:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:45:34.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gosto daqui
desse clima de cidade sem fim
e do sol frio ao meio dia

gosto da organizacao
de ficar a direita na escada
pra deixar livre a pressa de seguir

gosto ate desse ar poluido
que rasga minha garganta
e me deixa ofegante

so nao gosto
da saudade que eu tenho
de voce</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/4970921373457487024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=4970921373457487024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/4970921373457487024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/4970921373457487024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/11/gosto-daqui-desse-clima-de-cidade-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-9183952587258855656</id><published>2011-11-18T17:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T18:23:09.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e quando ela fica com ciume
mas nao admite de forma alguma
chama de curiosidade
so queria saber

voce sabe que ela esta se apaixonando

e quando voce se da conta
que passar um dia sem com ela
faz tanta falta
onde ela esta agora

voce percebe que esta se apaixonando

a distncia revela sentimentos
escondidos pela ilusao do perto</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/9183952587258855656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=9183952587258855656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/9183952587258855656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/9183952587258855656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-quando-ela-fica-com-ciume-mas-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1694585134324080293</id><published>2011-11-17T17:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T17:32:45.241-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a felicidade mais bonita é aquela bem irritante
quando o sorriso nao sai do rosto
e a vontade é contar para todo mundo
o motivo que te fez se sentir assim,  feliz denovo

eu senti isso tao pouco, momentos unicos
que guardo com o carinho dos meus segredos mais profundos
a imagem perfeita do seu olhar pequeno, sincero, cheio
enquanto te devolvia essa minha cara  de bobo sem saber o que dizer

e no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1694585134324080293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=1694585134324080293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1694585134324080293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1694585134324080293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/11/felicidade-mais-bonita-e-aquela.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-4516875657393508463</id><published>2011-11-17T16:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T17:13:43.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"O mundo precisa romantizar-se. Assim reencontraremos seu sentido original (...) Dando ao lugar comum um significado mais elevado, ao vulgar um aspecto misterioso, ao familiar a dignidade do desconhecido, ao finito uma aura de infinitude, eu o romantizo"Novalis
    Deveríamos fazer do comum algo de extraordinário e então nos surpreenderíamos descobrindo que está muitas vezes perto de nós a fonte </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/4516875657393508463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=4516875657393508463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/4516875657393508463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/4516875657393508463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-mundo-precisa-romantizar-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-6789890377568385723</id><published>2011-10-15T20:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T20:42:50.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu acho que minhas melhores piadas
sao sobre minha tragica vida amorosa
algo ja tao fora de uma realidade comum
que encontrei uma forma engracada
de nao mostrar quantas lagrimas
eu ja chorei por esse final infeliz

me da uma carona, prometo ser um bom amigo
minhas historias nao fazem sentido
vou te arrancar um milhao de sorrisos
so nao esquece de me deixar em casa
minha consciencia vai estar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/6789890377568385723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=6789890377568385723&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6789890377568385723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6789890377568385723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-acho-que-minhas-melhores-piadas-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-5472097108893059910</id><published>2011-10-10T21:31:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T17:49:02.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu gosto de acreditar que o primeiro passo
para arrumar minha vida eh arrumar meu quarto
tirar a poeira dos lugares esquecidos
deixar tudo novo, brilhante e bonito

se preparar para uma nova epoca
onde a tristeza eh passageira
e a felicdiade constante, contagiante
como uma grande festa sem amanhecer

revejo meus velhos livros
e lembro daqueles sonhos mais antigos
que esqueci q tinha nessa bagunca</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/5472097108893059910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=5472097108893059910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5472097108893059910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5472097108893059910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-gosto-de-acreditar-que-o-primeiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-2358145637786155318</id><published>2011-10-06T23:42:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T14:30:36.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A deus 

E Toda essa fantasia  distinta da realidade
que você acredita para fazer suas escolhas e decisões
parecerem logicas e sensatas
Vão te fazer infeliz um dia

Até  um cego vê que você me ama.
E que estas tuas escolhas
são mais na esperança de  me esquecer
do que de qualquer outra coisa

Tudo  o que eu quero da vida é você, pra sempre.
Só queria me certificar se querias isso também
conheço </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/2358145637786155318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=2358145637786155318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2358145637786155318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2358145637786155318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-toda-essa-fantasia-distinta-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-9071251696074945294</id><published>2011-10-02T22:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:09:18.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indiferença Canastrona 

as vezes tenho saudade da minha amiga
falar sobre meu amor platonico, meu sentimento mais profundo
meus amigos nao entendem, para eles
tudo se resolve com alguma cerveja e meninas dementes

nao que isso seja de todo ruim, as vezes so preciso me divertir
mas hoje nao, estou precisando de voce, minha amiga
preciso do teu julgamento injusto, das tuas palavras duras
preciso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/9071251696074945294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=9071251696074945294&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/9071251696074945294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/9071251696074945294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-vezes-tenho-saudade-da-minha-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-2396049848905575925</id><published>2011-08-29T20:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:16:02.669-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e voce acha que eh facil se entregar a voce
mas so pra quem nao conhece
as tuas mudancas repentinas de humor
hoje voce tem todo amor do mundo
amanha tem desprezo quase nojo

talvez tenha sido uma intervencao divina
que me fez ficar longe desse romance contigo
eu nasci para ser feliz por inteiro
e nao parte, apenas parte, de um sonho sem nexo
uma cerquinha branca e um cachorro besta

na verdade eu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/2396049848905575925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=2396049848905575925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2396049848905575925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2396049848905575925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-voce-acha-que-eh-facil-se-entregar.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-971961191465972207</id><published>2011-08-22T20:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:45:33.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as vezes mais alguns dias
parecem uma eternidade
pra que sente essa saudade
angustiante, sem noticias
sem saber, se ao menos é reciproca

eu espero tanto que seja
mas sou daqueles que acham
que todo otimista eh mal informado
e vivo intensamente
este meu mundo solteiro solitario

espero que esteja errado
sinto tanta falta
do teu abraco</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/971961191465972207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=971961191465972207&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/971961191465972207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/971961191465972207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-vezes-mais-alguns-dias-parecem-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1509068795136391197</id><published>2011-08-14T21:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T22:43:59.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e essa saudade que eu sinto
so se tem por quem se ama
que pena que voce foi embora
e so descobri agora
eh, mas eu ja tinha vontade de gritar isso
mas nao sabia se vc se sentia assim comigo
mas quer saber? eu nunca fui assim tao contido
mas nao se assute, por tras dos meus exageros,
sempre ha a verdade  dos meus sentimentos mais sinceros. e aquele show,  aquela chuva, aquela  musica, foi o meu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1509068795136391197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=1509068795136391197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1509068795136391197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1509068795136391197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-essa-saudade-que-eu-sinto-so-se-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-6587150672083053385</id><published>2011-08-14T13:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:19:05.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando agente é criança os nossos pais são tudo para nos. são os heróis mais perfeitos e intocáveis, lembro do dia que minha mãe disse que só tirava 9 e 10 quando era criança para que me incentivasse a estudar, e eu acreditei óbvio. :P Quando agente vai crescendo, na idade que começa a achar que estamos começando a entender o mundo, percebemos que não eh bem assim, aquela imagem intocável vai se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/6587150672083053385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=6587150672083053385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6587150672083053385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6587150672083053385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-agente-e-crianca-os-nossos-pais.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-6540840143481215848</id><published>2011-08-07T14:02:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T22:05:21.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vinte dias 

esqueci como eh essa a felicdiade de encontrar alguem
que voce sente que um dia pode vir a amar pra sempre
entao voce tem pressa de ter certeza que tudo se encaixa
da forma que voce espera e sonha pro resto da sua vida
eh um sentimento mágico, onde tudo fica secundario
o tempo passa tao rapido que voce deixa de perceber
e eu quero ficar sempre por perto te conhecendo
observando, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/6540840143481215848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=6540840143481215848&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6540840143481215848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6540840143481215848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/08/esqueci-como-eh-essa-felicdiade-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-6995506981316772640</id><published>2011-07-31T20:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:29:12.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as vezes o amor eh tao faci 
basta estar sempre ao teu lado
fazer festa quando voce chegar
dar um abraco apertado
pulando em cima de voce
sem se preocupar se vai te derrubar
ele so quer um pouco de sua atencao
e so precisa de uma bola pra brincar contigo
assim, sem voce nem pedir
vai sempre se colocar entre voce e qualquer perigo
assumir sem pensar, todos riscos
voce pode ter certeza
que ele eh o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/6995506981316772640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=6995506981316772640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6995506981316772640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6995506981316772640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-vezes-o-amor-eh-tao-faci-basta-estar.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-8978059644046180733</id><published>2011-07-11T21:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T11:40:32.019-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>voce nao escreve nada
e nem precisa
nem todas as palavras do mundo
serao mais lindas que teu abraco
nenhuma combinacao secreta
sera capaz de descrever
a beleza desse teu sorriso
e nada jamais vai ser tao bonito
quanto esses momentos 
que eu passo assim colado contigo
eu forco os olhos pra dormir logo
e chegar logo o dia
que eu vou ter voce denovo
so minha</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/8978059644046180733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=8978059644046180733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8978059644046180733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8978059644046180733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-nao-escreve-nada-e-nem-precisa-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-9044256290082454071</id><published>2011-07-11T09:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:30:59.208-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Convite 

e eu estou apaixonado
naqueles dias felizes que passam rapido
exceto no tempo entre os momentos
que eu consigo sair para te ver

de repente tudo se torna secundario
meus compromissos meus horarios meus prazos
sao relevantes apenas para eu saber
onde vou abrir espaco pra correr ate vc

e eh engracado que eu mal te conheco
e eh justamente isso que eh o melhor
descobrir aos poucos
que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/9044256290082454071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=9044256290082454071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/9044256290082454071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/9044256290082454071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/07/convite-e-eu-estou-apaixonado-naqueles.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-5684059692857980917</id><published>2011-07-09T15:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:28:45.704-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A solidão gera a oportunidade perfeita
a pagina branca pronta para todas as cores
que surgem lindas e brilhantes
quando a escuridao deixa a luz entrar

Esse brilho intenso vem em forma de sorriso
assim delicado, pequenino, timido
logo quando eu achei que ja tinha sentido tudo
me sinto tao adolescente denovo

assim te marcando com todos os meus sentidos
qnd teus olhos e tua boca deixam meu olhar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/5684059692857980917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=5684059692857980917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5684059692857980917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5684059692857980917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/07/solidao-gera-oportunidade-perfeita.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-7756791693969082109</id><published>2011-06-29T18:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T18:50:52.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quando voce deixoui de me amar
perdi a inspiracao
a vontade de escrever
tudo perdeu o proposito
por que agora tenho certeza
que jamais
vou te ter 

Nao achei a combinacao secreta
nem as palavras certas
na ordem perfeita
para te convencer
que eu tenho o maior amor
que voce jamais
vai ver</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/7756791693969082109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=7756791693969082109&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7756791693969082109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7756791693969082109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/06/quando-voce-deixoui-de-me-amar-perdi.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-7065268985784595891</id><published>2011-06-14T14:56:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:09:56.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O vento sorri quando desliza pelo seu corpo
e explode eufórico esvoaçando seus cabelos
lhe enviar uma rosa, uma poesia, um beijo
penso nisso, penso em você o tempo inteiro

e quando me deito, momentos antes de dormir
meus sentidos se confundem e te sinto tão perto
mas não é nada mais do que o meu travesseiro
que abraço com afeto enquanto sonho com você

meu sorriso fica mais bonito quando você é </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/7065268985784595891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=7065268985784595891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7065268985784595891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7065268985784595891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-vento-sorri-quando-desliza-pelo-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-5794346132614545994</id><published>2011-06-04T16:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T18:45:32.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e a paixao acabou
um sentimento passageiro
um momento bom
mas acabou
cinco dias de ilusao
e pedaços de apenas um coracao
o meu
desolado
o teu amor era saudade
minha esperanca era maldade
desejo  sadico de viver
de te ter</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/5794346132614545994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=5794346132614545994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5794346132614545994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5794346132614545994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-paixao-acabou-um-sentimento.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-7938860977637080706</id><published>2011-05-21T20:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T20:26:33.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>meu teclado deu xabu.ate arrumar, vai ficar meio parado aqui.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/7938860977637080706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=7938860977637080706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7938860977637080706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7938860977637080706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/05/meu-teclado-deu-xabu.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-77528845493376692</id><published>2011-05-08T20:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:27:00.442-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quero te fazer parte de mimQuero você toda horaEm contato total com meu corpoEm compasso com minha respiraçãoQuero ouvir você falar por horasSó para admirar teus gestosCalcular teus movimentosA maneira que teu cabelo reage ao ventoVamos ficar embaixo deste lençolFixando profundamente os nossos olhosComo se isso fosse todo nosso mundoResumido a este amor tão puroPra eu te dizer que tudo o que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/77528845493376692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=77528845493376692&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/77528845493376692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/77528845493376692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/05/quero-te-fazer-parte-de-mim-quero-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-4016789272333273053</id><published>2011-04-26T21:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:48:15.321-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu aprendi a escreverquando percebi que precisariado que mais de tres palavraspara dizer o quanto eu amo vocequando todo o amor do mundoa verdade por tras dos meus olhosa sinceridade crua do meu chorotodos os meus pensamentos mais profundosnao eram mais suficientespareciam desculpas, palavras soltas de repentecomo se eu fosse o maior dos cafagestese nao o mais apaixonado dos teus amanteseu </summary><link rel='replies' 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:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/8440619446506994267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=8440619446506994267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8440619446506994267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8440619446506994267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1768132675575041939</id><published>2011-03-29T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:53:21.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT-BR   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1768132675575041939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=1768132675575041939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1768132675575041939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1768132675575041939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/03/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-91177807044392395</id><published>2011-03-11T21:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:15:28.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o leitor da sentido as palavras virgulas paragrafos e pontos sao meros instrumentos coercivos do  encanto que obrigam a entender o desejo repressor do escritor egoista de marca maior que so fala de si como se tudo fosse menor acentos hifens maisculas superficialmente belas como loiras burras sensuais  vazias e irritantes me esqueca as rimas e a metrica eu quero ver a tua real beleza escondida por</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/91177807044392395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=91177807044392395&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/91177807044392395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/91177807044392395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-leitor-da-sentido-as-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1196225426219172906</id><published>2011-03-02T23:15:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:08:30.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tuas curvas ja nao me dizem mais nada
teus movimentos suaves, teu desejo selvagem
so me dominam por alguns minutos
ate saciar meus instintos impuros

mais nada

aqui nao tem espelho no teto
voce nao ve minha cara de tedio
enquanto diz que me ama
quando tudo que eu quero é ir embora

vou  tomar um banho de alcool
me livrar desse asco
que vem junto com tem abraco

e grudou em mim

ate parar de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1196225426219172906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=1196225426219172906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1196225426219172906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1196225426219172906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/03/quarto-escuro-tuas-curvas-nao-me-dizem.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-3847727155735391631</id><published>2011-02-26T01:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:26:22.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eh so uma fantasiamas ficou tao legaltodo mundo eh tao igualque jurei que nao pareciasaia longa coloridajeito de meninadespretensiosaindividualistatao lindatao femininavoce aindavai sersominha</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/3847727155735391631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=3847727155735391631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3847727155735391631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3847727155735391631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/02/eh-so-uma-fantasia-mas-ficou-tao-legal.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-6559476528081158227</id><published>2011-02-26T01:13:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:57:47.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as melhores conversassao as picantesexcitantessem pudoresnem sentido, motivosem um pingo de respeitode ser dignodo vistodo mundo rigidoe mal amadodiga a verdademelhor abraco desconhecidoa solidao desta noitemesmo q n seja o melhor dos abrigosesqueca meu nometodo mundo eh igualde olhos fechadosapenas fontes termicas e de tatoas vezestudo q se precisaeh de um simplesorgasmo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/6559476528081158227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=6559476528081158227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6559476528081158227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6559476528081158227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-melhores-conversas-sao-as-picantes.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-7496389759837095331</id><published>2011-02-19T02:58:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:36:12.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cerveja cigarro e bluesdensa fumaca e nicotinameu mundo fica todo azulcomo um verso sem rimateu rosto drogadocheio de marcas de anos rapidosde loucuras e perdicaoembelezam teu sexo fragileu gostei do seu tenise dos olhos combinando com a camisada mesma cor da musicana altura deste ambiente escurovoce se fazia percebermais do que todo mundo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-8313938878477528049</id><published>2011-02-10T18:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:32:29.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poesia de PadariaEu tenho um emprego maravilhosodesafiador, exaustivo, prazerosoTenho curiosidade para aprender o novoEu tenho o braco direito maior que o esquerdoTenho ate hoje os meus melhores brinquedose começo todos os dias sempre dispostoTenho os melhores pais do mundoIrmaos que me enchem de orgulhoe ate um cachorro malucoEu tenho os melhores amigos que alguem pode terTenho passado presente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/8313938878477528049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1264916691812914234</id><published>2011-02-03T19:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:48:49.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu sou o mesmo de antesmenino de sorriso facile tristes poesiasa diferenca é que agoravoce que é a inspiraçãoda minha melancoliameu altruismo rebeldevirou um egoismo raivosode quem perdeu o mais valiosodos sentimentos humanoso amor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1264916691812914234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=1264916691812914234&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1264916691812914234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1264916691812914234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-sou-o-mesmo-de-antes-menino-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-5876909524585602988</id><published>2011-01-30T20:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:03:17.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o uisque esta na preteleirado lado esquerdo do cigarroa solidao esta sentadadentro do meu espaçotenue luz de uma tv ligadasem som apenas a luzescondendo nas sombrasesta melancolia preguicosahiberno no fim de semanana esperança da segundamas agora estou sem sonoe tenho que enfrentar insonia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/5876909524585602988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=5876909524585602988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5876909524585602988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5876909524585602988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-uisque-esta-na-preteleira-do-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1254198075527891341</id><published>2011-01-29T21:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:21:22.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conversasvoce foi a pessoa que eu mais amei,mais sofri, mais fui apaixonada na vida.lembro que acabei namoros  por você.lembro da melhor sensacao do mundoeu estava sentada no seu coloeu pensei eu vou ter tudo que sempre quise estou com o cara que sempre quise vou ser feliz com ele pra sempreuma coisa eh certa nunca mais vou sentir nada igualnenhuma certeza de felicidade cono naquele diamas eu sou</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-4638599133919524935</id><published>2011-01-24T22:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:51:48.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me sobrou a inercia dos desesperadoscaminhando rumo ao destino dos perdidossem pressa, sem dor nem amor, no limbomeu primeiro amor levou minha inocênciade acreditar em sonhos ao inves de certezasdesiludido sigo em busca de mais uma decepcãouma nova oponente pra minha eterna musaque sempre me machuca longe ou pertoleoa feroz destruidora dos meus anseioste sobrou ser a inspiração dos meus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/4638599133919524935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Essa musica eh a cara desse blog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/9108966756109689288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=9108966756109689288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/9108966756109689288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/9108966756109689288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1591694534492305652</id><published>2011-01-16T02:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:03:32.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>como um bom sambaeu vou abracar o insesatocair no quarto degrauarrepiar os pelos do bracona danca das minhas magoasdos amores que nao voltam maisda duvida do sucessoa beleza do instante secretocomminha  bebida geladasuave, bela e desiquilibradano sindicato das lesbicasda confraria dos traumasa felicidade as vezes é inexatatodos mundo tem direito ao sambaa esquecer da vidaa cair na dancaa esquecer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1591694534492305652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=1591694534492305652&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1591694534492305652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1591694534492305652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-todo-mundo-tem-o-direito-de-cair-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-8123014404556070038</id><published>2011-01-13T21:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:50:58.394-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mas que injustiça!um momento de tristezaum poemae voce achaque eu sou infeliz a vida inteiraeu apenas escrevopra marcar este momentoe assim nao esquecerde como é ruimo sofrimentoassim eu treinomeu instinto pelo medoe meu coraçãoinvoluntariamentefoge do sentimento</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/8123014404556070038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=8123014404556070038&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8123014404556070038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8123014404556070038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/01/mas-que-injustica-um-momento-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-2033297467657704888</id><published>2011-01-06T22:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:35:24.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ainda fico euforico com migalhas da tua atençãoum olhar desviado, um sorriso em falsoque só eu vejo como sendo em minha direçãoera para ser o amor mais forte de todosmas virou um bate papo esporadicopara você indiferença, para mim resignaçãoeu sou o resto dos teus dias de carenciaquando já não existe mais ultima opçãovocê é minha falta de amor propriomeu passado inglório, que finjo esquecer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/2033297467657704888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=2033297467657704888&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2033297467657704888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2033297467657704888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/01/ainda-fico-euforico-com-migalhas-da-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-4516150112841216872</id><published>2011-01-03T21:14:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:51:44.895-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu nao enxergo o quanto envelheçominhas rugas se acomodam no meu espelhode uma forma que me acostumoe so percebo quando caem meus cabelose sinto meu coracao vazio e angustiadoprocuro uma paixao para preencher esse espaconao alguem, apenas algo que seja um motivopara eu continuar a dar meus passosa tanto tempo estou perdidoeu quero lutar por algo, um sonho, um objetivomas nada mais me parece puro </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/4516150112841216872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=4516150112841216872&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/4516150112841216872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/4516150112841216872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-nao-enxergo-o-quanto-envelheco.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-4465791431878590161</id><published>2010-12-27T20:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:25:04.125-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vejo musica nos seus poemasmelodias tristes e sonolentaspressagio de sonambulismopesadelo doente e infinitoe só você que não sabeminha dor só é meia verdaderesquicio de saudadede um amor que nunca ameinão queria que fosse emboramas hoje agoranão te quero mais de voltasao apenas palavras sem melodiasonolentas e tristescomo um final de dia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/4465791431878590161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=4465791431878590161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/4465791431878590161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/4465791431878590161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/12/vejo-musica-nos-seus-poemas-melodias.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-2772127491827733689</id><published>2010-12-26T18:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T18:17:36.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu quero sentir o amor de deusviver tudo o que perdicuste o que custareu quero ver o dia nascersentir o calor do soleu quero estar vivo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/2772127491827733689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=2772127491827733689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2772127491827733689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2772127491827733689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-2b-alive-live-in-colorado-mountain.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Dl-I1ql3O_A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-2643320184926746546</id><published>2010-12-19T19:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:19:49.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Distante de tudomas perto do marvendo treze navios indo emborarumo a qualquer lugarsozinho e resignadopensando em quando voltarum novo comeco, sempre do meioso pra me enganarquando viajosempre penso em voce nos meus bracosnaquele aviao apertadosonhadores apaixonadossempre que vou para longepenso que voce vai sentir minha faltaque ainda procuro teu rosto quando voltomas eu so encontro sorrisos que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/2643320184926746546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=2643320184926746546&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2643320184926746546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2643320184926746546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/12/distante-de-tudo-mas-perto-do-mar-vendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-6848039231491241759</id><published>2010-12-04T08:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T09:13:16.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E tua velhas cartasenterradas embaixo da minha camameu tesouro maldito particularminha solidao é voluntariaeu nao quero que ninguem mais saibacomo nao consigo deixar pra lae eu vou me esconder atras desses montestao distantes quanto possa sereu so quero minha vida de voltasaia de mim, vá emboraminha doenca sem curaque escondo atras de sete portaspara ninbuem mais vere eu vou me esconder atras </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/6848039231491241759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=6848039231491241759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6848039231491241759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6848039231491241759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-tua-velhas-cartas-enterradas-embaixo.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-8804540423226544358</id><published>2010-11-29T21:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:29:04.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o guerreiro de aquario lutoupelos seu sonhos impossiveispelos seus ideaiis humanospor um dia melhorsua forca vem da esperancade tudo que consegue enxergar de bomum otimista perfeito, amigo do peitofiel com toda a intensidade do seu amorguerreiro de aquario me ensine a lutarpois eu so aprendi a fugir com medode todas estas tristes verdadesque voce ousa em me contarme leve embora, me leve de voltae</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/8804540423226544358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=8804540423226544358&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8804540423226544358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8804540423226544358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-guerreiro-de-aquario-lutou-pelos-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=2628928334179149912&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2628928334179149912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2628928334179149912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/11/muito-alem-de-um-lugar-secreto-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-4304317870149679567</id><published>2010-11-28T16:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T16:47:28.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu posso ser feliz assimvirando o ano dormindoassistindo tv aos domingosvivendo sozinhonem sempre é tãi deprimenteviver sem sorrisossem lagrimas, sem amigosmelancolicamentevoce vai estar sozinhoate no meio de uma multidaose isso alivia teu medo de ficar soainda me deixa tao vaziopor que o que importa é o amor proprioestar bem comigo é estar bem contigodesse jeito estranho q eu sousobra felicidade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/4304317870149679567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=4304317870149679567&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/4304317870149679567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/4304317870149679567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-posso-ser-feliz-assim-virando-o-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1048588933986902286</id><published>2010-11-25T18:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:08:12.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>meio virgem meio aquarianoum dia achei que ia dominar o mundosonhando longe, achando que tudoia se fazer acontecer sem meu esforcoMas eu esqueco meus sonhose meus pesadelos eu gravo assim q acordopra nao esqeucer jamaisdo terror de ser anonimoeu espero sempre o piorpor que nada pode ser assim tao bomque me faca esquecer por um segundoque minha vida nunca mudoueu mereci todo trivial que conseguiso</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1048588933986902286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=1048588933986902286&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1048588933986902286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1048588933986902286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/11/meio-virgem-meio-aquariano-um-dia-achei.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=5698124402253809667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5698124402253809667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5698124402253809667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/11/essa-musica-e-linda.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-7937001811264636593</id><published>2010-11-02T00:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T01:26:49.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e entao eu cheguei aos vinte e seissem rumo,  sem muito objetivoso que agora eh mais dificilantes sempre tinha algo a ser conquistadouma desculpa pro mundomesmo q desde entao eu ja tivesse perdidoo que eu vou fazer com esse dinheiro?se tudo o que eu quero nao tem precoeu so preciso dos meus amigospra conversar qualquer besteirafazer o tempo passar mais depressapor favor me esquecao que eu vou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/7937001811264636593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=7937001811264636593&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7937001811264636593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7937001811264636593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-entao-eu-cheguei-aos-vinte-e-seis-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-532080391250810344</id><published>2010-10-24T22:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:15:33.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu estava bem com alguemminha ex-futura namoradamas ai veio aquela pessoa denovome falando coisas docescetico, fiquei ceticomas depois quis acreditar que era verdadeera tudo o que eu sempre quis ouvirpor isso acabei deixandoe fui me enganando, acreditandomesmo com todo historicomas ai dez dias depois veja q engracadoela conheceu um namoradoa uma semana atrase eu fiquei aquime sentindo o ser mais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/532080391250810344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=532080391250810344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/532080391250810344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/532080391250810344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-estava-bem-com-alguem-minha-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1397178858299908274</id><published>2010-09-20T20:59:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:46:07.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nao preciso mais de voceprefiro o conforto do meu quartomeu prazer solitarioao enfado de te vero amor que eu tinha pra te darse misturou com a aguase misturou com tanto nadacom esse monte de merdade ti eu so queria o orgasmotomar um banhovirar pro lado e dormirsentimento podre  e devassotua saudade minha masturbaçaoteu amor escorreu pelo ralo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1397178858299908274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-3235647035379289353</id><published>2010-09-08T21:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:44:44.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu apenas testo em quanto tempoconsigo superar teus receiospra que voce nao tenha mais medode olhar nos meus olhos sem desviarquando este amor for verdadeiroquando acabar setembroteu sorriso vai se transformar num beijoe voce vai pedir para eu te amarai eu serei a a felicidadepois eu voltei a amar de verdadee me lembrei como eh bom viver</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/3235647035379289353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=7800562673279348007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7800562673279348007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/7800562673279348007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-quando-todo-mundo-lembra-que-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-918604513154710930</id><published>2010-09-02T20:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:22:07.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e fui sentindoa tensao de cada ultrapassagemcom medo mais decididoemoçao de verdadeeu  preciso tentaraquilo que acho que nao consigojá é tempo de ser homeme  esquecer meus vicios de meninona estrada eu corribuscando encontrar um lugar dentro de mimuma coragem para sair de casapra cair no mundoe nao ter mais medo de nadabuscando encontrar o destinoque fosse mais proximo do meu sonho mais bonitoser</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/918604513154710930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-2166972664195460616</id><published>2010-08-31T01:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:49:37.917-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um dia vou conseguir dizer por que te amotao bem quanto disse que queria te esquecereu ja tentei tantomas sempre nunca consegui esquecerja te chamei da pior formae forcei ao maximo todas distanciasapaguei minhas memorias e lembrançase mesmo anonima sempre poderosaeu tenho até vergonha de admitire disfarço pra voce nao perceberque eu sou louco por vocee se tudo se desemanchar em meras </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/2166972664195460616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=2166972664195460616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2166972664195460616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2166972664195460616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-dia-vou-conseguir-dizer-por-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-179697828776062588</id><published>2010-08-23T23:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:16:11.712-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>algo para me ocupartudo anda meio entediadoexceto quando eu beboou quando eu trabalhoonde estao as pessoas legais?bebendo com minha paciencia?engolidas pelos segredos da terraem algum lugar sem luzcom musica agradavel e baixaonde se declama alegria insessatarisadas largas e sem motivomomento eterno e esquisitoseu quero tanto meus amigosvida feliz amor intensoeu gosto de ficar sómas só quando eu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/179697828776062588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-3321535559485316124</id><published>2010-08-22T18:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:37:29.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>minha inspira;cao foi emborajunto com esse sentimento idotaque alimentou por tanto tempotantas ilusoes sem nexodo sentido complxodescobrindo o que é amaracabei achandomeu amor propriosolitario estranhoperdido no barmeio alcoolatraprenchendo de coresos vazios que sobramdepois de todo esse ar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/3321535559485316124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=3321535559485316124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3321535559485316124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3321535559485316124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/08/minha-inspiracao-foi-embora-junto-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-8341771587221552667</id><published>2010-08-22T18:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:34:52.564-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e eh assim nossa amizadeuma eterna saudadedo tempo que tinha tempode perder tempojogando palavras ao ventojunto com voceja te pedi tantas desculpasque so tornaram so  uma desculpapra ter o que te dizer, para nao parecerestranhos sentados no mesmo sofaesperando o anfitriao chegaresse silencio me incomoda</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/8341771587221552667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=8341771587221552667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8341771587221552667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8341771587221552667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-eh-assim-nossa-amizade-uma-eterna.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-432804577618839120</id><published>2010-08-07T01:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T01:07:39.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um sentimento sinceronao se passa despercebidodentro de um mundo de falsos sentidosde tantos falsos sorrisoso que tenho a te darnao eh algo amistosonem calorososo te dizerque apesar de tudotenho saudade dpor que nao sei dizernao sei por que termas eh assim que eu sintoe queria fazervoce saber</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/432804577618839120/comments/default' title='Postar 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6697067580106710832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6697067580106710832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/08/sexta-feira-antes-da-meia-noite-sozinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-2817739856367170672</id><published>2010-08-01T02:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T02:36:13.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>te vi hoje a noitefim de festa fim do diaalternativa meio lesbicasem expecativas sem companhiaum olhar um tanto supresomeio que um constragimentoda sua sublime certezados meus nefastos pensamentossou uma lembrança pouco importantepor isso entao releve meus julgamentossou apenas um gordo sozinhose enchendo de bacon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/2817739856367170672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=2817739856367170672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2817739856367170672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2817739856367170672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/08/te-vi-hoje-noite-fim-de-festa-fim-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-3748568098372895274</id><published>2010-07-19T00:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:42:17.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as vezeseu só preciso de alguempara me chamar para beberpara me chamar para esquecerpara sair de casaandar sem rumopegar o carroembriagadoquerendo sumirprecisando bebertentando fugir</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/3748568098372895274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-5197971409444784240</id><published>2010-07-18T23:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:59:37.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>de fatomomento raro, instante exaatode um sorriso sincero, aberto,sem freios, de perto, amado verdadeiroeu sei que é mais dificil sempre seria, fechada, quieta caladaue auando ssorri   mostra tua almaaquela coisa guardada embriadaesperando o moment certo pra despertartirando a roupa enchendo a caraa liberdade que nao consegimos consertaro sentimento profundo de isensatezmeu suav estado de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/5197971409444784240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=5197971409444784240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5197971409444784240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5197971409444784240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-fato-momento-raro-instante-exaato-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-3314995944047656121</id><published>2010-07-16T18:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:25:47.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>durante toda minha vida tive sempre o mesmo objetivo,que era fazer todo o maximo possivelpra conseguir um instante um momento mitico,onde voce olhasse pra mim,sentisse minha faltae eu me sentisse pelo menos empatadoe nao o unico obscecadopor esse romance tao intensoque custou tao caro pra mim.agora que chegou ao fim,que voce me mostrou que nao havia nada mais alem de desistir,eu nao sei mais para</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/3314995944047656121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=3314995944047656121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3314995944047656121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3314995944047656121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/07/durante-toda-minha-vida-tive-sempre-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-3586296850241586518</id><published>2010-07-14T23:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:46:40.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>em seus olhoseu vejo o reflexo da felicidadeestampadana asa delta brancarefletidada borda na minha bocaagradecidapor essa trocarepentinade amor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/3586296850241586518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=3586296850241586518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3586296850241586518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3586296850241586518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/07/em-seus-olhos-eu-vejo-o-reflexo-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-458837082032058646</id><published>2010-07-08T23:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:46:07.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seu nome não é ananem cabe em nenhuma rimamesmo quando dizem que todo nome rimaquando se amaeu só sei que estou embriagado,sozinho no meu quartosentado no chão pensandose permeio seus sonhosou se não sou mais nadamesmo assim faço uma projeção positivapela minha mente embrigadaperdida em suas fantasiassem sentidomeu mundo imaginatvode desejos secretos e instintos primitivoste imagino , </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/458837082032058646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=458837082032058646&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/458837082032058646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/458837082032058646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/07/seu-nome-nao-e-ana-nem-cabe-em-nenhuma.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1638167484812330399</id><published>2010-07-06T19:32:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:52:52.349-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e maria esta nua, despida do seu anonimatonem no meu sonho mais sensatosuspeitaria da pequena mariaperdendo seu tempo com minha poesiaque é tal pobre e sem vocabulariada minha vida de menino gordo e chatodaqueles que quando fica velho ja se sabeque vai ser tarado e insuportavelolhe para mim maria e veja o que nao deve serfuja desta minha podre e triste doençaseja feliz e intensa, assim que voce </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-8936144808547783503</id><published>2010-07-04T22:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:05:17.745-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dirigir embreagadorumo infinitomuito rapidotudo se torna lentoapenas voce e seu carroo pé pesadosem medo sem freiosem rastroé quando viro pilotoq eu jamais pude serinconsequente invencivelninguem jamais vai me vencermorrer é detalhematar é consequenciase nada percopelo menosque seja com violencia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/8936144808547783503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=8936144808547783503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8936144808547783503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8936144808547783503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/07/dirigir-embreagado-rumo-infinito-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-6411331956001109210</id><published>2010-07-03T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T07:48:45.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um dia cai no poçodemorei semanas em queda livreate que um dia cheguei ao fundoumido, sujo e escuropassei um tempo atonitosem saber o que fazernao conseguiria mais subirpros lados mal conseguia me moverentao comecei a cavare assim cada vez mais fundoo poço ia ficarcortei os dedos, perdi as unhasem um ritmo freneticobuscando me salvaro poço ficou profundoe a agua antes rasa passou a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/6411331956001109210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=6411331956001109210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6411331956001109210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6411331956001109210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-dia-cai-no-poco-demorei-semanas-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-3969078793270741484</id><published>2010-06-27T21:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:21:24.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o que eu estou fazendo é tao simplesapenas fico falando sozinhona esperança de alguem ler, me salvarde o meu grande amor me encontrarse ao menos tivesse talentopara escrever algo realmente bonitose soubesse fazer mais do que reclamartalvez eu a conseguisse encontrarqueria ter uma atitude mais positiva da vidaperceber o que eu tenho de bomao inves do que sinto faltaqueria ser feliz sempremas agora</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/3969078793270741484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=3969078793270741484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3969078793270741484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3969078793270741484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-que-eu-estou-fazendo-e-tao-simples.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-8727712149876076501</id><published>2010-06-27T20:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:00:37.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as vezesnunca semprede vez em quandonao raramentepenso em vocegeralmentepenso em algotriste deprimentede repentepenso em voceas vezesno tedio e na solidaoentendo teu medopercebo meus errose penso em voceme perdoete desculpotanta saudadepenso tantosó por que te amo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/8727712149876076501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=8727712149876076501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8727712149876076501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/8727712149876076501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-vezes-nunca-sempre-de-vez-em-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-559966108690023627</id><published>2010-06-27T20:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:25:26.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu queria saber fazer poesiaordenar de uma forma lindapalavras que consigam descrevero que há de mais belo dentro de mimqueria saber dizer o quanto sinto sua faltao quanto amo o meus pais e admiro meus irmãose como gosto de estar com meus amigosbebendo, cantando sorrindo sem pararqueria conseguir dizercomo eu gosto de viverquanto esse tedio me deixa tristee ver a vida passar nao tem graçaeu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/559966108690023627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=559966108690023627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/559966108690023627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/559966108690023627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-queria-saber-fazer-poesia-ordenar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-4643569983173242843</id><published>2010-06-22T20:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:10:00.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aos perdedores a gramaticaesculturas bizarrasum monte de palavraum monte de merdabasta entender, senti vivercomprrendero coraçao apodrecidode tao doloridopra perceber o real sentidoda poesia da vidaque o meio so eh o fimdaqueles que nao tem nadapor dentro</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-2365458586043683694</id><published>2010-06-22T00:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:14:16.102-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu detesto me explicar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/2365458586043683694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=2365458586043683694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2365458586043683694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/2365458586043683694'/><link rel='alternate' 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variar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/3637461542582625333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=3637461542582625333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3637461542582625333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/3637461542582625333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/06/aos-fantasmas-da-minha-vida-eu-digo.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-775933024985509857</id><published>2010-06-20T10:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:45:54.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O meu amor ao arsem cor, sem cheiroso sei que esta sempre lado meu ladofrio geladomas pelo menos estaum vazio serenoinvisivel insensiveleternopelo menosmelhor do quemeus amoresdistantesexitantesdo meu ser instavelinconstanteirritantemedo de mimmedo de antes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/775933024985509857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=775933024985509857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/775933024985509857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/775933024985509857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-meu-amor-ao-ar-sem-cor-sem-cheiro-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-6123279261385592379</id><published>2010-06-20T00:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:36:14.487-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perdi vinte em vinte e nove amizades Por conta de uma pedra em minhas mãos Me embriaguei morrendo vinte e nove vezes Estou aprendendo a viver sem você (Já que você não me quer mais) Passei vinte e nove meses num navio E vinte e nove dias na prisão E aos vinte e nove, com o retorno de Saturno Decidi começar a viver. Quando você deixou de me amar Aprendi a perdoar E a pedir perdão. (E vinte e nove </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/6123279261385592379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=6123279261385592379&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6123279261385592379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6123279261385592379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/06/achei-um-3x4-teu-e-nao-quis-acreditar.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1324154183917293087</id><published>2010-06-19T23:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:11:31.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e eu queria saber te conquistarpor que tudo que eu ja usei deu erradoso consigo afastar voce cada vez maise agora eu nao sei mais o que fazerpor isso prefiro nao fazer nadae nem ver outros conquistando facilaquilo que eu mais queria teras grandes paixoes ficaram para trasjunto com o tempo das grandes ilusoesda minha ingenuidadedo tempo que nao tinha tantas ressalvasminha maturidade é uma coleção </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1324154183917293087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-5038479955382271999</id><published>2010-06-19T22:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:13:36.807-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>de repente vinte e seissem final felizos anos passamas fantasias nao se transformamcontinuam distantesinfamescomrropendo meus sentimentospor que voce nao esta pertode repente trintae eu ainda louco por vocemas fingindo que nao te conheçoe que nao te querodesistindo perplexode como nao consigo acharum sentimento sinceroque me faça aguentaresse tedio que ficaessa minha vidasem ter voceao menospra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/5038479955382271999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1492504583515409745</id><published>2010-06-15T23:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:00:12.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1492504583515409745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=1492504583515409745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1492504583515409745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1492504583515409745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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amigos chamamsei que tem um pouco de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/9078185273585345951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=9078185273585345951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/9078185273585345951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/9078185273585345951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/06/nunca-estive-tao-gordo-mas-nunca-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-5333477202583069095</id><published>2010-06-13T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:52:03.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHaE6T6pKh4&amp;feature=related</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/5333477202583069095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=5333477202583069095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5333477202583069095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5333477202583069095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-5425518417412935034</id><published>2010-06-13T20:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:11:58.964-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu nao sou porto seguro da sua promiscuidadenem se agarre em mim quando da tudo erradoeu me ofereci para ser tudo na sua vidase voce nao quis agora te viraeu nao nego que ainda te amomas nao vou me enganar mais uma vezeh o tipo de amor que fica de longe, bem distanteso pra nao machucar denovoso chegue perto de mim quando souber o que querpor que nao tenho mais paciencia pra vocenao tenho mais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/5425518417412935034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=5425518417412935034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5425518417412935034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/5425518417412935034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-nao-sou-porto-seguro-da-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1642109386037733223</id><published>2010-06-07T02:50:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:00:15.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>em construção, vou dormir.Quando nada depende de vocee tudo da erradovoce fica sem rumo, fracoquerendo encontrar algopara fugir do seu fracassoalgo que só dependa de voceum objetivo distanteque faça voce pensar longee lutar incansavel insaciavelpara nunca alcançarde fora parece tempestademas é bem facil de navegaruma desculpa perfeita pra perder a vidapor que todos vao achar nobrevoce se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1642109386037733223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-6964966871510110719</id><published>2010-06-05T01:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T01:57:02.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lord could you help me find some shelter?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/6964966871510110719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=6964966871510110719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6964966871510110719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/6964966871510110719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/06/lord-could-you-help-me-find-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-1766837161739682620</id><published>2010-06-03T16:28:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:03:52.554-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as vezes tenho saudademesmo q agora eu finja q nunca te conhecias vezes entro na nete anonimo vejo se esta tudo bemse voce esta felizas vezes penso se voce sente o mesmoacho que nao, e mesmo que sim nao ia dizermesmo que das raras vezes que passou por cima do seu orgulhoforam os dias que te vi com um sorriso mais lindoos olhos mais brilhantes, quando voce dizia que tinha tudoas vezes acho que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/1766837161739682620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=1766837161739682620&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1766837161739682620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/1766837161739682620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-vezes-tenho-saudade-de-voce-mesmo-q.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Et7CSJkaFEc/Tf3g7RKeMLI/AAAAAAAADNU/_7Fby-RASIQ/s220/no%2Bface.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224061.post-497008972258205930</id><published>2010-05-21T21:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:45:44.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e eu nao sei quando me perdimeu amor esta casandomeus amigos se mudandoe eu parado aquieu tenho o que acho q deveria termenos essa minha tristezaessa falta de pacienciapra resolver nao sei o queeu so quero um abraçonao me sentir sozinhoso fica do meu ladoate eu dormirdix que amanha agente muda tudoque vamos fazer algo relevantevamos mudar o mundome faz esquecer que amanha vai ser igual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/feeds/497008972258205930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6224061&amp;postID=497008972258205930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/497008972258205930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224061/posts/default/497008972258205930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leo-wylde.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-eu-nao-sei-quando-me-perdi-meu-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Leo Wylde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12613948191161418850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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