tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9488657500732708812024-03-19T00:57:55.070-07:00Lord Darkcell Saint JamesDEcifra-me...Darkcellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02090824393973976612noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948865750073270881.post-74734868645857687022009-07-02T13:29:00.000-07:002009-07-02T13:33:22.725-07:00Desavim<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaffab9nDjpHSJaD_juIoEMeFewPXK4KR98c_wUFAZmp610Q32P1zMK1rlB7oW_KgFm7UvMuD-WmTV6kYqiHucddgJF6kptlIhGgxqYtDuu3FpqKh-YVQKDKE73m_D20uWs9y7elMPvyk/s1600-h/Desavim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353963512650523074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaffab9nDjpHSJaD_juIoEMeFewPXK4KR98c_wUFAZmp610Q32P1zMK1rlB7oW_KgFm7UvMuD-WmTV6kYqiHucddgJF6kptlIhGgxqYtDuu3FpqKh-YVQKDKE73m_D20uWs9y7elMPvyk/s400/Desavim.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Darkcellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02090824393973976612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948865750073270881.post-83302762430324929032009-06-29T15:49:00.000-07:002009-06-29T16:00:59.968-07:00Ultima Ceia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKc9z0hyphenhyphenkdfcNlRX7fqcnT-eSFdy-kiiOkq81lvACHTc-63TuHsFLU8d54x-63JN8oqSYRghXA7PIcV3Hiw0H_Cy8FVLNNU0KB5AGhrdJs-k68Tls86I85VHT04wffJxAiBjQ6QCDuk-Q/s1600-h/a+ultima+ceia+p.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352887866867394882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKc9z0hyphenhyphenkdfcNlRX7fqcnT-eSFdy-kiiOkq81lvACHTc-63TuHsFLU8d54x-63JN8oqSYRghXA7PIcV3Hiw0H_Cy8FVLNNU0KB5AGhrdJs-k68Tls86I85VHT04wffJxAiBjQ6QCDuk-Q/s400/a+ultima+ceia+p.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Darkcellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02090824393973976612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948865750073270881.post-40407119274535867282009-05-03T09:20:00.000-07:002009-05-03T09:28:13.068-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha0r8Vlr_MbOwSOzi2SnVABlMnISiVUMzqb4hoBR37icdhfOCZFq2MBrdfrIprjyO9sN25f4ds9PmflvwGuyoX65KyERflV91f0q45v8Z8hqPyY1GGTw25YD35tLIC7ZrPECcCo3w6CJY/s1600-h/ultimos+desejos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331635004758995314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha0r8Vlr_MbOwSOzi2SnVABlMnISiVUMzqb4hoBR37icdhfOCZFq2MBrdfrIprjyO9sN25f4ds9PmflvwGuyoX65KyERflV91f0q45v8Z8hqPyY1GGTw25YD35tLIC7ZrPECcCo3w6CJY/s400/ultimos+desejos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Darkcellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02090824393973976612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948865750073270881.post-62089607367568151932009-03-28T04:56:00.000-07:002009-03-28T05:00:42.229-07:00Dispersão<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3yb6o3wbgJgXJ40EMY3XVhGnrarHmA5m2_eUi9UzyOZAA5Lf1vEuIxeRw9X65-mZQ0JyEmceReJqCo5gByCYNSmVsuIvK3pYSGcyk8MFpD-UczKbou_R9Nw31Uk9VTw5lXcIeBgjJqY/s1600-h/Desavim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318207028373970226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3yb6o3wbgJgXJ40EMY3XVhGnrarHmA5m2_eUi9UzyOZAA5Lf1vEuIxeRw9X65-mZQ0JyEmceReJqCo5gByCYNSmVsuIvK3pYSGcyk8MFpD-UczKbou_R9Nw31Uk9VTw5lXcIeBgjJqY/s400/Desavim.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Darkcellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02090824393973976612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948865750073270881.post-4243549749555492902009-03-28T04:22:00.000-07:002009-03-28T04:53:31.043-07:00A corda<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9HgweF1P3-rspVOA8XO4QmfCpjv9M3ClG5HKW0bVaSZWGYnmu3t9ZXXFf9K-5X0Ky6CKqgd_P-0K9PSNX40TUnLmo7SHgk4jGu5NoBeYMZOlSSb_DyBC2uz8w1f2tFwh1_Ki6GwMp5qs/s1600-h/enforcado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318205175697209346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9HgweF1P3-rspVOA8XO4QmfCpjv9M3ClG5HKW0bVaSZWGYnmu3t9ZXXFf9K-5X0Ky6CKqgd_P-0K9PSNX40TUnLmo7SHgk4jGu5NoBeYMZOlSSb_DyBC2uz8w1f2tFwh1_Ki6GwMp5qs/s400/enforcado.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Eis que lá no pátio há uma corda<br />Pendurada no alto faz-se um laço<br />Espreitando um pescoço a seu abraço<br />Em postura altiva a todos aborda<br /></span><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Seu olhar com outros cruza e concorda<br />Ser no desespero teu, ou no descaso<br />Saída extrema que impõe seu traço<br />Pros disabores vis que a ti recorda<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Majestosa balança ao som do vento<br />No rito hipnótico o desejo gera<br />De em teu pescoço está algum momento<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Pacientemente por ti ela espera<br />Na certeza que ao menos em pensamento<br />Ser útil no destino que a nós impera</span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><em>by Lord Darkcell<br />®todos os direitos reservados</em></span></div>Darkcellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02090824393973976612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948865750073270881.post-51936624374851958342009-03-26T12:23:00.000-07:002009-03-27T18:53:43.580-07:00O Grito<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6MZS-1Ttz1LxUqw-nKuiaQOP5fukS-Goq-FcomAeUcoz3WmBNEI6OuwhLeLJt27c6Jf-39BVKugx__NToxoGwCox5wdn06HKM5-luKFs-uIyekarQnE12OtMLwlp6DtoSRMs1Ie6H3E/s1600-h/Canto+09.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318034604381315090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6MZS-1Ttz1LxUqw-nKuiaQOP5fukS-Goq-FcomAeUcoz3WmBNEI6OuwhLeLJt27c6Jf-39BVKugx__NToxoGwCox5wdn06HKM5-luKFs-uIyekarQnE12OtMLwlp6DtoSRMs1Ie6H3E/s400/Canto+09.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Fecho os olhos ouço um grito</strong></span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Bem ao longe, baixo, manso, lento</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Vindo a mim pelo som do vento </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Sussurando seu apelo aflito</strong></span> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">jasda</span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>O chamado, ouço e me agito</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Sua voz melancólica de lamento</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Invade e me condena ao sofrimento</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Retrata meu ser em vão conflito</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">kdf</span></strong></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Decifrá-lo compõe minha nostalgia;</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Indago ao vento e ele atroz</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Apenas aumenta minha agonia</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">gffgd</span></strong></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Só então percebo que a tal voz</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>É meu grito rebelde de auforia</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>De mim mesmo; meu próprio algoz</strong></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Lord Darkcell</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Em: 21/06/2008</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">®todos os direitos reservados</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">gfg</span></em></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Queria eu que esse grito só ficção ou imaginação, mas de fato ela existe e hoje ela não grita, berra. Se eu a ouvisse sempre minha vida seria totalmente diferente (ou não). Talvez melhor, talvez pior. Nunca saberei. O fato é que ela realmente existe, coisas boas me aconteceram quando a dei ouvidos, coisas más também.</span><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidwVo2p5TnLxQN8jbgKTWACXDW6J6UstiWikuTzIFSvJKuNQafjrDPrgJvN7XftU6kxW-tqrXOjjObv49HJsD3_WJrv878-qO69ZHS-mALXSg9DQB2wMOXDXNfoPmL6mBK5CZ3Ukp0qso/s1600-h/grito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317584004056205858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidwVo2p5TnLxQN8jbgKTWACXDW6J6UstiWikuTzIFSvJKuNQafjrDPrgJvN7XftU6kxW-tqrXOjjObv49HJsD3_WJrv878-qO69ZHS-mALXSg9DQB2wMOXDXNfoPmL6mBK5CZ3Ukp0qso/s320/grito.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Darkcellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02090824393973976612noreply@blogger.com1