<?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-3122496958500906693</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:49:13.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty on the outside</title><subtitle type='html'>Um blog emo.... por um emo que não e so um poser</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122496958500906693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kjk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zPu8il0n5w/TXu3XcN0S1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jidUO7azwNo/s220/emo%2Blove46_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122496958500906693.post-3549837231839735547</id><published>2011-04-13T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:23:05.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dor</title><content type='html'>A dor causada por uma pessoa.... pode ser imensa..... quando nos partem o coraçao.... a pior parte e que continuamos a amar essa pessoa mesmo sabendo que ela nos vai magoar mais e mais.....&lt;br /&gt;O amor é a pior forma de masoquismo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122496958500906693-3549837231839735547?l=death-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3549837231839735547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/dor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122496958500906693/posts/default/3549837231839735547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122496958500906693/posts/default/3549837231839735547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/dor.html' title='dor'/><author><name>kjk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zPu8il0n5w/TXu3XcN0S1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jidUO7azwNo/s220/emo%2Blove46_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122496958500906693.post-3897508087899601093</id><published>2011-03-18T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:11:13.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida..</title><content type='html'>Hoje descobri que o valor da minha vida é equivalente às pessoas que chorariam se eu morrese...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vou perguntar a muita gente se choraria se eu morresse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122496958500906693-3897508087899601093?l=death-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3897508087899601093/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zPu8il0n5w/TXu3XcN0S1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jidUO7azwNo/s220/emo%2Blove46_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122496958500906693.post-8065378776026582511</id><published>2011-03-17T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:44:27.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>estranha felicidade</title><content type='html'>Hoje senti uma estranha felicidade.... já não me apetecia gritar com o mundo e enche-lo de estalos (principalmente á miuda de quem gosto)&lt;br /&gt;Apeteceu-me cantar sorrir.... acho que senti um pouco as emoçoes de uma amiga minha que esteve triste, e enquanto ela esteve triste eu tambem estava, quando ela ficou feliz, eu tambem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tambem falei muito melhor com a pessoa de quem gosto....&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim sinto que a distancia entre nós so aumenta.... e a distancia entre o que sentimos e pensamos tambem aumentou....&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me dos momentos felizes em que andavamos só eu e ela ....&amp;nbsp;a andar á chuva....&lt;br /&gt;Memórias felizes.... mas eu não vivo no passado.... eu desespero no presente e desprezo o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;È estranho como eu nao quero saber dela mas ao mesmo tempo não quero estar longe.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122496958500906693-8065378776026582511?l=death-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8065378776026582511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/estranha-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122496958500906693/posts/default/8065378776026582511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122496958500906693/posts/default/8065378776026582511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/estranha-felicidade.html' title='estranha felicidade'/><author><name>kjk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zPu8il0n5w/TXu3XcN0S1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jidUO7azwNo/s220/emo%2Blove46_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122496958500906693.post-797435892149306705</id><published>2011-03-12T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:56:38.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal....sou.</title><content type='html'>Ola de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem depois de ter criado o blogg e de me ter deitado ... fiquei bastante tempo a ouvir bullet for my valentine e a pensar no que tinha escrito....&lt;br /&gt;Bem... depois de ter pesquisado um bocado sobre emos ontem, ja que desconfiava ser emo e ja me tinham dito isso eu pensei bastante sobre como me sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei&amp;nbsp;á conclusao que afinal sou mesmo emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ha bastante tempo que sou apático ao mundo, felicidade é sempre fugaz, a tristeza&amp;nbsp;é dominante quando não estou simplesmente apático, durante a maior parte do tempo que estou acordado nao sinto nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que gostava de escrever e que estou apaixonado, por uma emo :s.&lt;br /&gt;Estar apaixonado nao me faz deixar de ser emo... aliás ate sinto mais, sinto a distancia entre mim e ela, e isso faz-me ainda mais emo :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso estar com ela muito tempo mas sinto que estou sempre sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENPk_Jk0AJg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENPk_Jk0AJg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122496958500906693-797435892149306705?l=death-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/797435892149306705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/afinalsou-emo-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122496958500906693/posts/default/797435892149306705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122496958500906693/posts/default/797435892149306705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/afinalsou-emo-s.html' title='Afinal....sou.'/><author><name>kjk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zPu8il0n5w/TXu3XcN0S1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jidUO7azwNo/s220/emo%2Blove46_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122496958500906693.post-7088669641558767170</id><published>2011-03-11T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T14:15:56.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello....</title><content type='html'>Ola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neste blog um pouco emo e um pouco filosofico eu falarei de tudo.... musica emo.... emo.... pensamentos filosoficos uma beca po emo..... mas antes de mais keria deixar klaro k eu nao sei se sou emo (auch)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122496958500906693-7088669641558767170?l=death-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7088669641558767170/comments/default' 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