<?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-26490407</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:19:47.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hours</title><subtitle type='html'>Dying is an art, like everything else. We all do it exceptionally well.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringtheflowersyourself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26490407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringtheflowersyourself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs.Dalloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017627456877119443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://sp7.fotologs.net/photo/7/16/32/da_sista/1129849263_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26490407.post-114717476273653930</id><published>2006-05-09T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T04:39:22.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/868/2773/1600/k.jpgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/868/2773/320/k.jpgf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As pessoas vão e contam irremediavelmente e contam tudo cedo ou mais tarde, o interessante e o fútil, o privado e o público, o íntimo e o supérfluo. O que deveria permanecer oculto e o que tem de ser difundido, a mágoa e as alegrias e o ressentimento, os agravos e a adoração e os planos para a vingança, o que nos orgulha e o que nos envergonha, o que parecia um segredo e o que pedia sê-lo, o consabido e o inconfessável e o horroroso e o manifesto, o substancial - o enamoramento - e o insignificante - o enamoramento. Sem pensar duas vezes. As pessoas relatam sem cessar e narram sem sequer se darem conta do que estão a fazer, dos incontroláveis mecanismos de insídia, equívoco e caos que põem em movimento e que se podem tornar funestos, falam sem parar dos outros e de si mesmas, e também dos outros ao falarem de si mesmas e também de si mesmas ao falarem dos outros. Esse contar constante é percebido às vezes como uma transacção, embora se disfarce sempre com êxito de dádiva (porque em todas as ocasiões tem alguma coisa disso), e seja antes amiudadas vezes um suborno, ou a liquidação de alguma dívida, ou uma maldição que se lança a um destinatário concreto ou talvez ao acaso para que este construa estouvadamente fortuna ou desgraça, ou a moeda que compra relações sociais e favores e confiança e até amizades, e evidentemente sexo. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26490407-114717476273653930?l=bringtheflowersyourself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringtheflowersyourself.blogspot.com/feeds/114717476273653930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26490407&amp;postID=114717476273653930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26490407/posts/default/114717476273653930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26490407/posts/default/114717476273653930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringtheflowersyourself.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-pessoas-vo-e-contam.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs.Dalloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017627456877119443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://sp7.fotologs.net/photo/7/16/32/da_sista/1129849263_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26490407.post-114571513000507714</id><published>2006-04-22T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T07:12:10.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live with me</title><content type='html'>It don't matter, when you turn&lt;br /&gt;Gonna survive, live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you baby&lt;br /&gt;By the light of dawn, and in my blues&lt;br /&gt;Day and night, I been missing you&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you baby,&lt;br /&gt;Almost makes me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Come and live with me&lt;br /&gt;Either way, win or lose,&lt;br /&gt;When you're born into trouble you live the blues&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you baby&lt;br /&gt;See it almost makes me crazy child&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's right if you ain't here&lt;br /&gt;I'd give all that I have just to, keep you near&lt;br /&gt;I wrote you a letter and tried to make it clear&lt;br /&gt;That you just don't believe that,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sincere.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you baby...&lt;br /&gt;Plans and schemes, hopes and fears&lt;br /&gt;Dreams i've denied for all these years&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you babe, living with me, well.....&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you baby, makes me wanna...child&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's right, if you ain't here&lt;br /&gt;I give all that I have just to keep you near&lt;br /&gt;I wrote you a letter darlin', trying to make it clear&lt;br /&gt;How much you just don't believe that I'm sincere.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you baby,&lt;br /&gt;I want you near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando e sempre, assalta-me uma certa sensação de flagelamento.Nada que as radiosas e efémeras cumplicidades não apaguem.Transportando a minha auto-destruição para o paraíso do esquecimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26490407-114571513000507714?l=bringtheflowersyourself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringtheflowersyourself.blogspot.com/feeds/114571513000507714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26490407&amp;postID=114571513000507714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26490407/posts/default/114571513000507714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26490407/posts/default/114571513000507714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringtheflowersyourself.blogspot.com/2006/04/live-with-me.html' title='Live with me'/><author><name>Mrs.Dalloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017627456877119443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://sp7.fotologs.net/photo/7/16/32/da_sista/1129849263_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26490407.post-114545774850015041</id><published>2006-04-19T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T07:42:28.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Girls Go To Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/868/2773/1600/foto_de_travesti_cubano_de_marcello_bonfanti_premiada_en_el_world_press_photo_2005_articlepopup.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/868/2773/320/foto_de_travesti_cubano_de_marcello_bonfanti_premiada_en_el_world_press_photo_2005_articlepopup.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bird girl now&lt;br /&gt;I've got my heart&lt;br /&gt;Here in my hands now&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching&lt;br /&gt;For my wings some time&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be born&lt;br /&gt;Into soon the sky&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a bird girl&lt;br /&gt;And the bird girls go to heaven .I'm a bird girl .And the bird girls can fly.&lt;br /&gt;Bird girls can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia : Travesti Cubano. Vencedora do World Press Photo 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26490407-114545774850015041?l=bringtheflowersyourself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringtheflowersyourself.blogspot.com/feeds/114545774850015041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26490407&amp;postID=114545774850015041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26490407/posts/default/114545774850015041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26490407/posts/default/114545774850015041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringtheflowersyourself.blogspot.com/2006/04/bird-girls-go-to-heaven.html' title='Bird Girls Go To Heaven'/><author><name>Mrs.Dalloway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017627456877119443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://sp7.fotologs.net/photo/7/16/32/da_sista/1129849263_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
