<?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-2168810482961701502</id><updated>2011-12-15T14:49:09.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptisma Pyros</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-6882016758422284344</id><published>2011-01-26T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:09:33.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime Passional: Copas e Espadas</title><content type='html'>Desespero descerra-se do coração&lt;br /&gt;Outrora latejante&lt;br /&gt;Emana agora indícios de vida&lt;br /&gt;Manifestos numa rocha frígida&lt;br /&gt;Púrpura tingia os aposentos&lt;br /&gt;Agora cingidos de fatalidade&lt;br /&gt;Escarlate vertia para caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Carmesim que perscrutavam&lt;br /&gt;O abismo inundado de escuridão negra&lt;br /&gt;Onde ecoava batimentos funestes&lt;br /&gt;De um espírito quebrantado&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente engolido num pedaço de madeira&lt;br /&gt;Para apodrecer na etérea eternidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aço gélido mergulha profundamente&lt;br /&gt;No peito inflamado de paixão volátil&lt;br /&gt;Rasgando carne, aspergindo hemoglobina&lt;br /&gt;Perfurando pulmões, espirrando sangue&lt;br /&gt;Despedaçando o coração tenro, derramando a alma terrificada&lt;br /&gt;Investidas impetuosas esquartejam o músculo despedaçado&lt;br /&gt;Desesperado bate sofregamente bombeando o sangue&lt;br /&gt;Pelas enormes fendas que o atravessam&lt;br /&gt;Cansado e esvaziado&lt;br /&gt;Jaz agora tão frio como a lâmina que o trespassou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alma doente foge&lt;br /&gt;Deambula e cai&lt;br /&gt;Espira e falece&lt;br /&gt;Extingue-se e desiste&lt;br /&gt;Anula-se e desaparece&lt;br /&gt;Morre e perece&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-6882016758422284344?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/6882016758422284344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/6882016758422284344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2011/01/crime-passional.html' title='Crime Passional: Copas e Espadas'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-2097250133134142342</id><published>2010-09-27T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:58:35.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grande Guerra</title><content type='html'>Nuvens de fogo iluminam a noite&lt;br /&gt;Pássaros de ferro rasgam o céu&lt;br /&gt;Uma plumagem de vermelho e amarelo miscelânea&lt;br /&gt;Chovem pregos em direcção ao céu&lt;br /&gt;Esventram delicadas asas de aço a doze mil pés de altitude&lt;br /&gt;O vento dos deuses assobia num túnel formado de metal incandescente&lt;br /&gt;Almas encarnecidas com ossos, devoção e bombas na traseira&lt;br /&gt;Caíam com carcaças carcomidas por projeteis ascendentes&lt;br /&gt;Pulverizam-se em gritos abafados por ensurdecedoras explosões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terra estremece violentamente como num terramoto&lt;br /&gt;No horizonte apariçoes de monstros de metal retorcido&lt;br /&gt;Assolam as almas que irao ali ser derramadas nesse dia&lt;br /&gt;Unicornios que cospem bolas de fogo dos seus chifres&lt;br /&gt;Calam vozes de panico, cegam olhos de horror&lt;br /&gt;Derretem se corpos, estilhaçam-se ossos&lt;br /&gt;Abrem-se portas do inferno que engolem almas moribundas&lt;br /&gt;Num bafo sufocante de labaredas que beijam o ceu imundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balões monstruosos descendem furtivamente como fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;Projectando uma sombra mortífera que avança implacável&lt;br /&gt;Engolindo em medo aqueles que ela alcança&lt;br /&gt;Abre-se um alçapão exibindo um vasto arsenal:&lt;br /&gt;Voluptuosas, excentricamente obesas e gordas&lt;br /&gt;Toneladas de titânio mergulhavam em direcção ao solo&lt;br /&gt;Onde desajeitadamente despenhavam-se num estouro atroador&lt;br /&gt;Alterando a topografia do terreno subitamente apinhado de corpos&lt;br /&gt;Corpos que corriam desbaratados e num flash repentino&lt;br /&gt;Permaneciam estáticos, confusamente calmos, de uma mórbida serenidade&lt;br /&gt;Dormiam ali desarrumados nos escombros e nas ruas&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio perspicaz fez uma entrada definitiva&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se ia levantar dali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-2097250133134142342?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/2097250133134142342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/2097250133134142342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2010/09/grande-guerra.html' title='A Grande Guerra'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-3311235176053901191</id><published>2010-06-01T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T08:59:58.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E o céu azul é apenas um engano</title><content type='html'>O céu e o mar tornaram se amantes&lt;br /&gt;O azul-marinho e o safira celestial&lt;br /&gt;Fundem se num horizonte distante&lt;br /&gt;Mas e se o mar fosse pintado&lt;br /&gt;Do sangue dos que em baixo derramaram&lt;br /&gt;Seria vermelho como escarlate&lt;br /&gt;E o céu azul é apenas um engano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol é adorado no seu altar resplandecente&lt;br /&gt;Homens efémeros a ele são tementes&lt;br /&gt;Que chacinam infantes em uivos de celebração&lt;br /&gt;Pirâmides são construídas em ouro reluzente&lt;br /&gt;Á imagem de uma estrela deus decepam descrentes&lt;br /&gt;Inflamam incenso num frenesim intenso&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tanta carnificina&lt;br /&gt;O sol não ilumina mas incendeia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua observa tudo isto num manto de luto&lt;br /&gt;Gata vadia das noites sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Olha atentamente pela terra amaldiçoada&lt;br /&gt;Fustigada pelo sol e enegrecida pelo céu púrpura&lt;br /&gt;Ela suspira em profunda tristeza&lt;br /&gt;A lua é apenas um sinal de presságios do fim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-3311235176053901191?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3311235176053901191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3311235176053901191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-o-ceu-azul-e-apenas-um-engano.html' title='E o céu azul é apenas um engano'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-1619866887576891661</id><published>2010-06-01T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T08:55:00.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint of Lost Causes</title><content type='html'>Life is an hostile environment&lt;br /&gt;We are warriors&lt;br /&gt;Martyrs of our causes.&lt;br /&gt;We endure against the vilany from within&lt;br /&gt;So familiar to us like a siamese brother&lt;br /&gt;Together with us since dawn&lt;br /&gt;In the very foundations of youth&lt;br /&gt;We sacrifice for what is most precious to us&lt;br /&gt;Sad that to gain we must lose&lt;br /&gt;We bid farewell to our lives&lt;br /&gt;In name of what we fight to protect&lt;br /&gt;We intervene when a arrow cast from the void&lt;br /&gt;Is sent to harm those that we most cherrish&lt;br /&gt;And put our life in the knife trade for someone else's&lt;br /&gt;We enter in fire buildings in an adrenalin rush&lt;br /&gt;When we sense danger tickling our beloved ones&lt;br /&gt;And we would die engulfed in peril in return of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the only way that thou art worthy&lt;br /&gt;Morrow art for the bravest to tell&lt;br /&gt;Mourners, thou art the breath to take&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-1619866887576891661?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/1619866887576891661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/1619866887576891661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2010/06/saint-of-lost-causes.html' title='Saint of Lost Causes'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-7167817630668686740</id><published>2009-11-19T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:45:03.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva Inocente</title><content type='html'>Nesta noite chovem palavras&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas que irrompem frases&lt;br /&gt;Vozes trémulas ouvem se do céu&lt;br /&gt;Um trovão de rebelião&lt;br /&gt;De raiva e saraiva&lt;br /&gt;Do inverno para o inferno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove sem que ninguém se aperceba&lt;br /&gt;Cai onde alguém não esteja&lt;br /&gt;Tímida e insegura&lt;br /&gt;Olha cá para baixo sentada na dúvida&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber se há de sair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também chove&lt;br /&gt;Nesta negra noite&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos pesados&lt;br /&gt;Que inundam este mundo num diluvio&lt;br /&gt;Quimeras que devoram mentes dementes&lt;br /&gt;Levam a consciência para o fundo do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vertical chuva de balas&lt;br /&gt;Penetra cadáveres emocionais&lt;br /&gt;Vagueando lentamente pelas ruas despidas&lt;br /&gt;Indiferentes ao trespassar de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Uma neutralidade que avilta a humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Aos mortos já nada lhes perturba&lt;br /&gt;Aos corvos entreguem esta sociedade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-7167817630668686740?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/7167817630668686740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/7167817630668686740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2009/11/chuva-inocente.html' title='Chuva Inocente'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-7672347536706455673</id><published>2009-11-04T15:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:39:14.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cold night</title><content type='html'>The night stands still&lt;br /&gt;Emerged in darkness&lt;br /&gt;In mystery is confined&lt;br /&gt;And many stories has to be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolves ritualize solemn tunes&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly calling for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Mourning for those that are lost&lt;br /&gt;Howling in solitude&lt;br /&gt;Passionately for the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild moon and bewildered wolves&lt;br /&gt;Wild moon and bewildered wolves&lt;br /&gt;Wild moon and bewildered wolves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Purity I see&lt;br /&gt;As white as she&lt;br /&gt;Ephemeral light I see&lt;br /&gt;Bright it is&lt;br /&gt;Brings peace&lt;br /&gt;To the broken heart of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winds of empathy&lt;br /&gt;Take this song up high for me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lords of eternal sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Whisper melodies until morrow&lt;br /&gt;Chants of sacred devotion&lt;br /&gt;At the Lady of White they pledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild moon and bewildered wolves&lt;br /&gt;Wild moon and bewildered wolves&lt;br /&gt;Wild moon and bewildered wolves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten in the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;They yelped alone&lt;br /&gt;Sought sympathy for the moon&lt;br /&gt;Fought siamese twins in loon&lt;br /&gt;But their prayers were unheard&lt;br /&gt;But their love were unanswered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild moon and bewildered wolves&lt;br /&gt;Wild moon and bewildered wolves&lt;br /&gt;Wild moon and bewildered wolves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lady of White rests in its holy pedestal&lt;br /&gt;Forever shedding light over the earth&lt;br /&gt;In the cold nights of winter&lt;br /&gt;Forever blinded in deep haze&lt;br /&gt;In the cold nights of misery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-7672347536706455673?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/7672347536706455673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/7672347536706455673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2009/11/cold-night.html' title='The cold night'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-5873369795865012711</id><published>2009-11-04T15:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:44:50.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sangue de escarlate</title><content type='html'>O sangue é espesso como escarlate&lt;br /&gt;Do sanguinário ele escarnece&lt;br /&gt;Não há sentença pior que lhe espere&lt;br /&gt;Se não a certeza indubitável&lt;br /&gt;Que o Hades há-de surgir&lt;br /&gt;Para se alimentar de mãos&lt;br /&gt;Banhadas em vermelho-púrpura&lt;br /&gt;Num rio de lava ardente&lt;br /&gt;Rastejando lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Devora pecadores impenitentes&lt;br /&gt;Colina abaixo ate ás profundezas&lt;br /&gt;Onde jazem túmulos impertinentes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-5873369795865012711?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/5873369795865012711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/5873369795865012711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2009/11/sangue-de-escarlate.html' title='Sangue de escarlate'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-4139025724024743156</id><published>2009-10-25T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:38:20.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of a Madman</title><content type='html'>Voices inhabit in my head&lt;br /&gt;They tell me about&lt;br /&gt;Murder and betrayal&lt;br /&gt;Dark intentions and pretentious killers&lt;br /&gt;Forcing thoughts that I despise&lt;br /&gt;Spiders crawling into my ears&lt;br /&gt;Webs of conspiracy they spun&lt;br /&gt;In the youth of my years&lt;br /&gt;Spells and enchantments&lt;br /&gt;Dormant my reasoning&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant passions of the mind&lt;br /&gt;Induce me into elusive ways&lt;br /&gt;In a thousand lies&lt;br /&gt;Does delusion lies&lt;br /&gt;My cursed heritage of blood lines&lt;br /&gt;Does my accused heresy is confined&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-4139025724024743156?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/4139025724024743156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/4139025724024743156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2009/10/chronicles-of-madman.html' title='Chronicles of a Madman'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-2416184304662461008</id><published>2009-02-18T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:04:14.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azul Profundo</title><content type='html'>Quero navegar nas ondas indomáveis do teu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Dourada pelos raios solares de abrasadora paixão&lt;br /&gt;Deixa me mergulhar nesse teu mar&lt;br /&gt;Á procura de pérolas no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Naufrago em águas de azul profundo&lt;br /&gt;Um paraíso verdejante encontrei no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Onde guardavas segredos do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Mostraste me a razão de tamanha solidão&lt;br /&gt;Adormeci com tua voz de embalar&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os seres marinhos encantava&lt;br /&gt;Deixei meu corpo ser levado por intensa atracção&lt;br /&gt;Por este oceano durante dias me fizeste vaguear&lt;br /&gt;Ate que á terra me trouxeste&lt;br /&gt;Beijei areias escaldantes e em dunas firmes me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Frutos exóticos emanam teu aroma calmante&lt;br /&gt;Tocas em harpas de ouro melodias em meu nome&lt;br /&gt;Tocas me apaixonadamente em noites de luar&lt;br /&gt;Teus lábios levam me para florestas selvagens&lt;br /&gt;Aqueces me com teu corpo num momento de amor violento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-2416184304662461008?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/2416184304662461008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/2416184304662461008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2009/02/azul-profundo.html' title='Azul Profundo'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-204696312673242858</id><published>2008-10-19T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:47:04.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatídicas Incertezas</title><content type='html'>O teu olhar são pérolas do fundo do mar &lt;br /&gt;Que emanam uma beleza infinita&lt;br /&gt;O teu cabelo são harpas douradas&lt;br /&gt;Tocando melodias de amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;A tua boca é um fruto exótico&lt;br /&gt;Que sussurra suspiros secretos de saudade distante&lt;br /&gt;O teu pescoço são dunas de areia&lt;br /&gt;Que são levadas por uma brisa de paixão ardente&lt;br /&gt;A tua pele é um deserto escaldante&lt;br /&gt;Agitado por tempestades de calor humano&lt;br /&gt;O teu perfume é uma rosa delicada &lt;br /&gt;Que possui uma essência intensa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeava um príncipe entre &lt;br /&gt;Fatídicas incertezas e destinos desmarcados&lt;br /&gt;Quando lançaste o teu encanto inocente&lt;br /&gt;Sobre aquela alma perdida que se enamorou por ti&lt;br /&gt;Prendeste-o com o teu brilho de princesa&lt;br /&gt;Cativaste-o com o teu esplendor de rainha &lt;br /&gt;Não questiones a pureza do teu intimo&lt;br /&gt;Nem duvides do requinte da tua forma&lt;br /&gt;Porque o coração dele não bate mais&lt;br /&gt;Não bate mais se tu não quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Agora que ele se cruzou contigo&lt;br /&gt;Não pode mais viver sem a tua presença&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-204696312673242858?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/204696312673242858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/204696312673242858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2008/10/fatdicas-incertezas.html' title='Fatídicas Incertezas'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-2868691075902216032</id><published>2008-09-25T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:05:53.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesa Perdida</title><content type='html'>Que trágica vida foi a tua&lt;br /&gt;Onde viveste sozinha na lua&lt;br /&gt;No olhar escondido da Terra&lt;br /&gt;Á espera que fosses liberta&lt;br /&gt;Do tormento deste pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;Que fez de ti segredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem fez da luz refém&lt;br /&gt;E se escondeu no manto da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Deixando os limites da tua imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Quem te roubou do amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;E te confinou ao anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;Deitando te afogada nas tuas lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mundo deixaste para trás&lt;br /&gt;Onde espalhaste todo o teu encanto&lt;br /&gt;Sussurrando beleza nos céus purpura&lt;br /&gt;De um planeta distante extinto no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Ficaste presa no seu esplendor&lt;br /&gt;Agora se derreteu em fogo e enxofre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem inundou a tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Com ecos do passado&lt;br /&gt;Num silencio ensurdecedor&lt;br /&gt;Cantas sozinha nas ruas cheias de gente&lt;br /&gt;Melodias de choro de aspecto sorridente&lt;br /&gt;Que enganam apenas esse reflexo teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adormeces com canções de embalar&lt;br /&gt;E sobes tão alto para nuvens brancas&lt;br /&gt;Onde sonhas com castelos imaginários&lt;br /&gt;E uma história de encantar&lt;br /&gt;Refugiaste lá nesse reino só teu&lt;br /&gt;Só lá entra quem tu quiseres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foges para esse sitio fantástico&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém te pode tirar&lt;br /&gt;Vives de promessas eternas&lt;br /&gt;Encantadas por palavras sinceras&lt;br /&gt;Danças intensamente e bailas levemente&lt;br /&gt;Com a essência do perfume desse príncipe&lt;br /&gt;Que aqui dançou com a tua silhueta&lt;br /&gt;Quando estiveste ausente nesses pensamentos teus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-2868691075902216032?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Estou na ponta do abismo&lt;br /&gt;E quero saltar&lt;br /&gt;Para quê voltar para o mundo habitado&lt;br /&gt;Se o meu destino está condenado&lt;br /&gt;Para quê olhar para os trilhos dos homens&lt;br /&gt;Se o meu capitulo está encerrado&lt;br /&gt;Amaldiçoada seja a minha existência!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui alguém&lt;br /&gt;Na terra de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Nuvens escuras, levem o meu tormento&lt;br /&gt;Cubram o céu com o meu sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Inundem o mundo, com o meu desespero&lt;br /&gt;Ceguem me relâmpagos&lt;br /&gt;Quando contemplo o céu retorcido&lt;br /&gt;Seguem me tornados&lt;br /&gt;Quando confesso os meus pecados&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum anjo ouve mais&lt;br /&gt;Os meus gritos gélidos de tumulto&lt;br /&gt;Presos na fornalha ardente do meu túmulo&lt;br /&gt;Ou será este pensamento&lt;br /&gt;De olhares ímpios que escutam o meu lamento&lt;br /&gt;Moldando a minha mente em desígnios de engano&lt;br /&gt;A quem entrego a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Que me quer fazer desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Deixar o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Para assim perecer&lt;br /&gt;A quem entrego a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Que prefere morrer&lt;br /&gt;Fugir como ladrão&lt;br /&gt;Que continuar a viver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-7955308634979789603?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/7955308634979789603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/7955308634979789603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2008/06/descending.html' title='Abismo da Alma'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-3011493542516128876</id><published>2008-02-26T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:40:38.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose Ends</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel hate… heating my blood till boiling point&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel rain… droping by like bullets&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel rage… shaking the four courners of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel high… at high speed in the highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel cold… freezing my body in a figurine of stone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel fear… ripping off the back of my neck&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel dumb… Hunging my head low in worn old memories&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel numb… Hunging my head high in some ancient tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold kiss&lt;br /&gt;The high loss&lt;br /&gt;The bitter sigh&lt;br /&gt;The dark nest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel blue... gazing up to a gray cloudy sky&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel blur... roaming erratically in another dimension&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel lost... wandering bare-footed in scalded sands&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel fake… knowing not who do I really am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel dire... dictating the omen of tragedies&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel dare... jumping forward into the cliff&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like... stepping inward into the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel just... dying for this suffering to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dying wish&lt;br /&gt;The lessen strength&lt;br /&gt;The pending future&lt;br /&gt;The intermittent heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-3011493542516128876?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3011493542516128876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3011493542516128876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2008/02/loose-ends.html' title='Loose Ends'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-4003883338724996960</id><published>2007-12-20T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:09:18.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispering from the grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Seventeenth December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Thousand and Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven teeth deceive belief&lt;br /&gt;That thoughts didn't cease&lt;br /&gt;The acid had dissolved&lt;br /&gt;My inner entrails&lt;br /&gt;The worms had ate&lt;br /&gt;My damaged brain&lt;br /&gt;The once strong arms&lt;br /&gt;Can't lift the heavy grave&lt;br /&gt;The once strong legs&lt;br /&gt;Can't bare the heavy bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have died&lt;br /&gt;Returned to the dust&lt;br /&gt;With no name&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the grave&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen nicely is done&lt;br /&gt;Ninety nights to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nineteen ninety&lt;/strong&gt; n'&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year of my wail&lt;br /&gt;Now i lie asleep as a waif&lt;br /&gt;Beyond infinity&lt;br /&gt;This skull won't last for ever&lt;br /&gt;Beyond eternity&lt;br /&gt;These bones won't long for eden&lt;br /&gt;It's dark in here&lt;br /&gt;But i don't have eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;It's quite in here&lt;br /&gt;But i don't have ears to hear&lt;br /&gt;Five feet under&lt;br /&gt;I faced death&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate enemy&lt;br /&gt;It took everything from me&lt;br /&gt;The morning of all the grieves&lt;br /&gt;The moaning of all the winds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother 1982-1991&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-4003883338724996960?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/4003883338724996960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/4003883338724996960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/12/whispering-from-grave.html' title='Whispering from the grave'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-3115620725654900340</id><published>2007-11-17T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T03:47:05.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dire Diary</title><content type='html'>Enough of all the care&lt;br /&gt;The dear confidence&lt;br /&gt;Spare me the condolescence&lt;br /&gt;The dices have been thrown&lt;br /&gt;The tables have been turned&lt;br /&gt;I lost so much&lt;br /&gt;Too much that i could afford&lt;br /&gt;I drew lots, but i was a lousy looter&lt;br /&gt;I threw my life on the knife trade&lt;br /&gt;All the game, and all the greed&lt;br /&gt;Made me on my tracks&lt;br /&gt;All the game, and all the greed&lt;br /&gt;Made my own life at stake&lt;br /&gt;I kept playing cards&lt;br /&gt;Randomly, helplessly&lt;br /&gt;Just to cover all the debts&lt;br /&gt;Just to raise all the debris&lt;br /&gt;But the jinx around my neck&lt;br /&gt;Was getting thicker&lt;br /&gt;Was getting tighten&lt;br /&gt;I had no escape&lt;br /&gt;It was all in the table&lt;br /&gt;For the taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart, naked, raped&lt;br /&gt;Shown off to all&lt;br /&gt;Taking their share of the pride&lt;br /&gt;My past, naked truth&lt;br /&gt;Found out by all&lt;br /&gt;Taking their chance now to strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every step i take&lt;br /&gt;There’s a trap&lt;br /&gt;Wide opened jaws&lt;br /&gt;With sharp teeth&lt;br /&gt;In every place i go&lt;br /&gt;There’s a set up&lt;br /&gt;World’s conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;Withdrawal denied&lt;br /&gt;Behind any corner&lt;br /&gt;There’s a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Wisely hidden in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Wickedly awaits for the prey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every letter, every page&lt;br /&gt;Delievered only to you&lt;br /&gt;Directly written for you&lt;br /&gt;Were a vainly, verily fatal defeat&lt;br /&gt;Were a vanquished, vertigo feeling density&lt;br /&gt;All the secrecy i carefully shared&lt;br /&gt;That you shouldn’t never speak&lt;br /&gt;And the mistery i successfully solved&lt;br /&gt;That you should forever keep&lt;br /&gt;The truth thought to be confined&lt;br /&gt;The trust stained by an injury&lt;br /&gt;Believing never more&lt;br /&gt;Because of your lack of reason&lt;br /&gt;Betraying no more&lt;br /&gt;Because of your act of treason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the dearest of all my foes&lt;br /&gt;And the direst of all my friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-3115620725654900340?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3115620725654900340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3115620725654900340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-dire-diary.html' title='My Dire Diary'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-2100686210847359456</id><published>2007-08-31T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:16:42.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where art thou my brother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/SP81pS6GG5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/khlA0PA1lYU/s1600-h/vash_in_the_shadows_and_stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259981873358445458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/SP81pS6GG5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/khlA0PA1lYU/s320/vash_in_the_shadows_and_stuff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was your birth?&lt;br /&gt;Can remember no more&lt;br /&gt;When was your death?&lt;br /&gt;The day of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i did reborn&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;The car were too drunk&lt;br /&gt;You flew away&lt;br /&gt;And crashed against the road&lt;br /&gt;Your head was smashed&lt;br /&gt;Your spike was broken&lt;br /&gt;Your life withered away&lt;br /&gt;Just in a snap moment&lt;br /&gt;Your soul was spilled&lt;br /&gt;Over the redden highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten year old kid&lt;br /&gt;All dressed in black&lt;br /&gt;Black body bag&lt;br /&gt;Taken before his time&lt;br /&gt;See his face&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;Shall he speak&lt;br /&gt;Never more&lt;br /&gt;Taken inside a drawer&lt;br /&gt;Along with the deaf and dumb&lt;br /&gt;Together with the dead and dreary&lt;br /&gt;In a melancholic waiting room&lt;br /&gt;No talking, nor speaking&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was too quiet to be alive&lt;br /&gt;Everything was too iced to be living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they took you out&lt;br /&gt;To bring another John Doe&lt;br /&gt;That no one cared&lt;br /&gt;That no one knew&lt;br /&gt;And took your naked bones&lt;br /&gt;To the graveyard&lt;br /&gt;They dug up a hole&lt;br /&gt;Thrown your lifeless body into it&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed by the earth&lt;br /&gt;Your flesh returned to it&lt;br /&gt;As the sacred book promissed&lt;br /&gt;Some words of condolence were said here&lt;br /&gt;In a monotonous obliged sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Descending his tomb into the hole&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of the oblivion&lt;br /&gt;One more corpse to be buried on this soil&lt;br /&gt;To perish, to never return&lt;br /&gt;Into the minds of all the presents&lt;br /&gt;Morbid cerimony of mortal remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were his name?&lt;br /&gt;Who was him?&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to reply&lt;br /&gt;Nobody seems to answer&lt;br /&gt;But i know!&lt;br /&gt;It was half of my blood&lt;br /&gt;It was flesh of my flesh&lt;br /&gt;It was my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;brother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-2100686210847359456?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/2100686210847359456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/2100686210847359456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/08/where-art-thou-my-brother.html' title='Where art thou my brother?'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/SP81pS6GG5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/khlA0PA1lYU/s72-c/vash_in_the_shadows_and_stuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-3616250623588163706</id><published>2007-08-08T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:57:20.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada te pertence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/R8g5Zhcoj-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WPS4fjoMXHU/s1600-h/Empty_Room_by_somebodyyouknow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172447282672996322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/R8g5Zhcoj-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WPS4fjoMXHU/s320/Empty_Room_by_somebodyyouknow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada do que aqui está é teu&lt;br /&gt;E a ti não te pertence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas paredes ouviram e viram&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que aqui residiu&lt;br /&gt;Forasteiro que reclamava este quarto&lt;br /&gt;Monólogos longos, discursos de uma sanidade em declínio&lt;br /&gt;Delírios satíricos, balbuciando devaneios que morriam ali&lt;br /&gt;Estas portas escutavam e espiavam&lt;br /&gt;Pelo buraco da fechadura estreita&lt;br /&gt;Presença invisível que secretamente tudo noticiava&lt;br /&gt;Sombras nocturnas, ocultavam olhos negros de alguém que ali estava ausente&lt;br /&gt;Brisas flutuantes, uivavam gritos gélidos como se alguém ali estivesse presente&lt;br /&gt;Estas janelas sussurravam e espreitavam&lt;br /&gt;Sobre aquele solitário que ali vivia&lt;br /&gt;Arvores camufladas na escuridão da noite&lt;br /&gt;Criaturas enraizadas, retorcendo-se com o vento dos séculos&lt;br /&gt;Cruzes impertinentes, imóveis perante a tempestade de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele quarto, decadente como a alma do temporário habitante&lt;br /&gt;Era um pesadelo de que não poderia acordar&lt;br /&gt;Chamas negras trepavam acima pelas paredes pálidas&lt;br /&gt;Como se uma pintura surreal fosse, de um mundo não real&lt;br /&gt;Mas de que um mundo real fazia parte, naquela mente demente&lt;br /&gt;Fotografias de caras que agora eram desconhecidas&lt;br /&gt;Baralhos de cartas que aguardavam um destino qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Livros envelhecidos pelo tempo que nenhuma data assinalavam&lt;br /&gt;Moveis recheados de lembranças que a memória já não tinha recordação&lt;br /&gt;Estantes cobertas de cassetes vazias que as fitas já não tinham gravação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta cela do qual este estava liberto&lt;br /&gt;Mas para sempre aprisionado&lt;br /&gt;Estava um passado desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Jazia incógnita a identidade&lt;br /&gt;Amnésico sem nada saber, nem nada possuir&lt;br /&gt;As areias do tempo de longe foram dissipadas&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca mais voltarem&lt;br /&gt;E todos os pertences, a outro pertenciam e não a ele&lt;br /&gt;Pois a ele foi tudo dado, mas tudo perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que ficou foi a duvida da existência&lt;br /&gt;Tão leve como o ar, tão vazio como as cinzas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-3616250623588163706?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3616250623588163706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3616250623588163706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/08/nada-te-pertence.html' title='Nada te pertence'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/R8g5Zhcoj-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WPS4fjoMXHU/s72-c/Empty_Room_by_somebodyyouknow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-1659559256823502250</id><published>2007-07-04T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:07:43.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Roubfpwv2_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/AdJWTsAkG58/s1600-h/Phoenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083327572506303474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Roubfpwv2_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/AdJWTsAkG58/s320/Phoenix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i woke up&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this time&lt;br /&gt;It was still night outside&lt;br /&gt;Not a move to chase&lt;br /&gt;Through the endless dark&lt;br /&gt;Not a sound to follow&lt;br /&gt;Through the lifeless matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a bright light&lt;br /&gt;Outlining the closed door of my room&lt;br /&gt;Almost stifling me with the dense air&lt;br /&gt;But there was a jarred noise&lt;br /&gt;Forcing the blocked entry on my room&lt;br /&gt;Almost burning me with the sudden heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water mirror in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dare to defy the opposite element&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting the rebel fire&lt;br /&gt;Twisting in front of me&lt;br /&gt;But then i cover my face&lt;br /&gt;Cowering before the flames&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling towards it’s power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I draw back to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;And press hard the left side of my chest&lt;br /&gt;To ensure that my heart is still beating&lt;br /&gt;And then i haste into the flux barrier&lt;br /&gt;Dodging the ardent fingers of the flames&lt;br /&gt;That seal shut the way behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debris and glasses on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Cut and prick me as i walk barefoot&lt;br /&gt;I tried to scream hoping to hear a survivor&lt;br /&gt;But my voice was smothered by the deafning jangles&lt;br /&gt;Of the explosions collapsing the building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roof was painted black&lt;br /&gt;By the clouds of smoke&lt;br /&gt;The wooden objects were burned to ash&lt;br /&gt;Everybody were very quiet to be alive&lt;br /&gt;Dead bodies scattered in the floor&lt;br /&gt;Burned corpses still lying down on the beds&lt;br /&gt;Cremated cadavers trapped into the flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling dizzy for breathing in the coat of smoke&lt;br /&gt;I crawl down in the corridor of flames&lt;br /&gt;Willing to escape&lt;br /&gt;But the walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;Engulfing me in it’s flames&lt;br /&gt;Close to the exit&lt;br /&gt;I could barely stand on my feet&lt;br /&gt;And as i opened the door&lt;br /&gt;A burst of boiling air throws me out violently&lt;br /&gt;I fell uncounscious a few meters ahead&lt;br /&gt;As the whole building vanish into the flames&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-1659559256823502250?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/1659559256823502250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/1659559256823502250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/07/phoenix-nest.html' title='Phoenix Nest'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Roubfpwv2_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/AdJWTsAkG58/s72-c/Phoenix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-3814756481208581744</id><published>2007-06-25T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:14:09.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unloved Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/R8gvSBcoj9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/a8jL-uapxlY/s1600-h/The_winter_is_cold_by_thundermistress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172436158707699666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/R8gvSBcoj9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/a8jL-uapxlY/s320/The_winter_is_cold_by_thundermistress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This body of her&lt;br /&gt;Refined production&lt;br /&gt;Flawless purity&lt;br /&gt;Undeniable perfection&lt;br /&gt;Soft as the dunes of the scalded deserts&lt;br /&gt;Wild as the waves of the untamed seas&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden as the apples of the ancient tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delightful skin&lt;br /&gt;Iluminated by the morning star&lt;br /&gt;Wanted even from beings of above&lt;br /&gt;Burnt gently by the sun light&lt;br /&gt;As if sewn from threads of copper&lt;br /&gt;Still soft as tissue of wool&lt;br /&gt;And appealing to the desire of men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her golden hair&lt;br /&gt;Floating in the air&lt;br /&gt;With a serene breeze&lt;br /&gt;Like harp strings&lt;br /&gt;Playing a solemn tune&lt;br /&gt;Touched by harmonious winds&lt;br /&gt;Scattering like strings of silk&lt;br /&gt;Spreading like wings of angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet fleshy lips&lt;br /&gt;Awakens sexual thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive wet mouth&lt;br /&gt;Stimulates carnal desires&lt;br /&gt;Empowering to her ascension&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerizing the soul and the spirit&lt;br /&gt;Every heart bound to her will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Twin precious pearls&lt;br /&gt;Wide enchanted globes&lt;br /&gt;Deep blue as the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Watchful and perceptive&lt;br /&gt;Like a predator&lt;br /&gt;Calm and warm&lt;br /&gt;Like a prey&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at a distant horizon&lt;br /&gt;With a thoughtful look&lt;br /&gt;Dropping tears&lt;br /&gt;Like frozen crystals&lt;br /&gt;Filled with memories of the past&lt;br /&gt;While an imaginable abyss&lt;br /&gt;Slowly devours&lt;br /&gt;The descending sun&lt;br /&gt;Fading the light out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her shape was exotic&lt;br /&gt;Gift from the gods of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty was exquisite&lt;br /&gt;Spell from the fairies of the moon&lt;br /&gt;She was wanted from all&lt;br /&gt;Her nudity were holy and sacred&lt;br /&gt;Worshiped and idolized&lt;br /&gt;But never loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She still waits.&lt;br /&gt;For the one to break the spell&lt;br /&gt;For the one to show her the true love&lt;br /&gt;She would give away all of this&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with him forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-3814756481208581744?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3814756481208581744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3814756481208581744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/06/unloved-goddess.html' title='Unloved Goddess'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/R8gvSBcoj9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/a8jL-uapxlY/s72-c/The_winter_is_cold_by_thundermistress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-8568885640101506566</id><published>2007-06-24T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:17:51.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ephemeral Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/R8guJRcoj8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZAlpz4sX_wA/s1600-h/Cold_Sun_by_Master_of_Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172434908872216514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/R8guJRcoj8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZAlpz4sX_wA/s320/Cold_Sun_by_Master_of_Time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn’t matter the day of your birth&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter if you would have never born&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter the people that you know&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter if you would die all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun rises from the east&lt;br /&gt;Touching and embracing up the sky&lt;br /&gt;Shining and gleaming beyond your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter the money you have&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter if you would grow poor and frightened&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter the goodness of your heart&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter if you would be perverse and sadistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun stands up high&lt;br /&gt;Flowing and floating in the heaven&lt;br /&gt;Enlighting and warming before your path&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter how sane you are&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter if you would be mad and insane&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter how old you are&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter if you would die soon and young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun sets to the west&lt;br /&gt;Freezing and killing down on the earth&lt;br /&gt;Leaving and vanishing behind your backs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All go to the same place;&lt;br /&gt;All come from dust,&lt;br /&gt;And to dust all return&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-8568885640101506566?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/8568885640101506566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/8568885640101506566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/06/ephemeral-sun.html' title='Ephemeral Sun'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/R8guJRcoj8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZAlpz4sX_wA/s72-c/Cold_Sun_by_Master_of_Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-4897651977991207202</id><published>2007-06-08T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:28:55.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of John Doe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RnmfFvKcRZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/D0H6BeF7a0A/s1600-h/faceless_by_naturmystikkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078264975745369490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RnmfFvKcRZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/D0H6BeF7a0A/s320/faceless_by_naturmystikkk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grind my teeth&lt;br /&gt;In an expression of rage&lt;br /&gt;And claw my hands&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;It’s hurting again&lt;br /&gt;My skull is closing on in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As my brain beats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throbbing and thrombotic&lt;br /&gt;Hardening to critical mass&lt;br /&gt;Pumping my eyes with boiling blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of a heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangreneous and hypothermic&lt;br /&gt;Impaled by frozen icicles of love&lt;br /&gt;Growing an ice field in an inhospitable land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda awkward today&lt;br /&gt;Just like in the last ten years&lt;br /&gt;Sucking my memory dry&lt;br /&gt;Not a thing i can remember&lt;br /&gt;Only this pain, only this wrath&lt;br /&gt;Like memories that abruptly&lt;br /&gt;Flash before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;After a amnesia&lt;br /&gt;After being high&lt;br /&gt;At high speed&lt;br /&gt;In the highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;Not a moment, not even a eyeblink&lt;br /&gt;Without the tortures and the eyesores&lt;br /&gt;Not a second, not even a synapsis&lt;br /&gt;Without the horrors and the suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pale face crossed out from any painting&lt;br /&gt;Every picture of me&lt;br /&gt;Distorted, faded, vanished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opaque mirror shattered in sharp shards&lt;br /&gt;Every reflexion of me&lt;br /&gt;Broken, severed, smashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing thoughts, troubled feelings&lt;br /&gt;Are confined inside a twisted mind&lt;br /&gt;Jamming the reality&lt;br /&gt;Messing with my personality&lt;br /&gt;I can be everyone&lt;br /&gt;I can be nobody&lt;br /&gt;I can be John Doe&lt;br /&gt;Knowing nothing about myself&lt;br /&gt;My identity is kept in secret&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Swear i heard my name elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;Whispered by dark shadows&lt;br /&gt;Fleeing away from the high rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Blew out by wild winds&lt;br /&gt;Strange noises sounding like some foreign language&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden spells that cannot be enchanted&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten words that cannot be pronounced&lt;br /&gt;Spoken truth, unsettling mystery, world conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;All makes part of what they want&lt;br /&gt;To cover my existence, to veil my sanity&lt;br /&gt;All makes part of what they know&lt;br /&gt;To conterfeit my visage, to forge my death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made me hollow, they made me disappear&lt;br /&gt;I am just a stranger with no name&lt;br /&gt;They made me mad, they made me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I am just a psycho with no sanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-4897651977991207202?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/4897651977991207202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/4897651977991207202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/06/herzeleid.html' title='Portrait of John Doe'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RnmfFvKcRZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/D0H6BeF7a0A/s72-c/faceless_by_naturmystikkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-2678718606453104890</id><published>2007-05-23T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:29:31.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Rl6JZHYnJzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PMfoou9TWiQ/s1600-h/Dead_City_by_GrungeTV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070641295037769522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Rl6JZHYnJzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PMfoou9TWiQ/s320/Dead_City_by_GrungeTV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk in the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;Made of tar and asphalt&lt;br /&gt;Black and burned&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere is filled&lt;br /&gt;With an heavy claustrofobic&lt;br /&gt;Asphyxiating air&lt;br /&gt;Like if it was a poisonous gas&lt;br /&gt;Making everyone&lt;br /&gt;Profane and fainted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are disguised&lt;br /&gt;In the theme of this city&lt;br /&gt;Their visages are faceless&lt;br /&gt;As the walls of the buildings&lt;br /&gt;And their skin are gray&lt;br /&gt;As the statues of the past&lt;br /&gt;Hard and harsh&lt;br /&gt;With no passion&lt;br /&gt;With no pity for the weak&lt;br /&gt;Cold and old&lt;br /&gt;With no emotion&lt;br /&gt;With no mercy for the dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Lurk the scavengers&lt;br /&gt;Scratching and wrenching&lt;br /&gt;The metal cans in the shades&lt;br /&gt;That are concealed&lt;br /&gt;From the people’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;But shine as precious treasures&lt;br /&gt;To this defiled creatures&lt;br /&gt;That live in an altogether dimension&lt;br /&gt;Of this brave new world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets are narrow&lt;br /&gt;Ending in a vanishing point&lt;br /&gt;Through dense colussus&lt;br /&gt;That scrape the sky&lt;br /&gt;Calling the heaven’s wrath&lt;br /&gt;Giving the feeling that is&lt;br /&gt;Engulfing and wraping&lt;br /&gt;Arching and bending&lt;br /&gt;Like if they were going&lt;br /&gt;To bury us down alive into an abyss&lt;br /&gt;In flames of dust and gray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-2678718606453104890?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/2678718606453104890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/2678718606453104890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/05/concrete-jungle.html' title='Concrete Jungle'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Rl6JZHYnJzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PMfoou9TWiQ/s72-c/Dead_City_by_GrungeTV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-2960570774120621873</id><published>2007-05-02T05:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:29:46.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single-bullet Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RjoGIv3XQVI/AAAAAAAAARY/IDgz7ia_SUE/s1600-h/Single+Bullet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060363878661570898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RjoGIv3XQVI/AAAAAAAAARY/IDgz7ia_SUE/s320/Single+Bullet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Last night&lt;br /&gt;That was the last one&lt;br /&gt;I layed my head on the pillow&lt;br /&gt;And i could feel something&lt;br /&gt;Something cold and hard&lt;br /&gt;Under my neck&lt;br /&gt;It was freezing and was metal shaped&lt;br /&gt;That almost broke my spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold it and checked it&lt;br /&gt;It had six holes&lt;br /&gt;Five blank&lt;br /&gt;One bullet&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Five thunders&lt;br /&gt;One lightning&lt;br /&gt;Came out from above&lt;br /&gt;Like a call of warning&lt;br /&gt;Giving me a feeling&lt;br /&gt;That my destiny were tied&lt;br /&gt;To the very bullet of that gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i started to love it&lt;br /&gt;And i begun to want it&lt;br /&gt;Like if the bullet inside&lt;br /&gt;Had life itself&lt;br /&gt;And it captured my will&lt;br /&gt;It wanted to come out&lt;br /&gt;Come out in a passionate erection&lt;br /&gt;It wanted to come out&lt;br /&gt;Come out in a explosive passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was loaded, demented &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So were i&lt;br /&gt;It was ready, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;So were i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First shot&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;But my heart started to beat faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second shot&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;But my hand started to tremble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Shot&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;But my legs begun to shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Shot&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;But my head felt it like it had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Shot&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;But my life flashed right in front of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth Shot&lt;br /&gt;And my fate was sealed&lt;br /&gt;But the bullet got stuck in the middle of my brain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RjoJGP3XQbI/AAAAAAAAASI/JoO8qYn3Fhs/s1600-h/The_End.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fell abruptly on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Drooling and convulsing&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were blank&lt;br /&gt;Like the six holes were now&lt;br /&gt;Now that the bullet was expelled&lt;br /&gt;Infused deep into my brain&lt;br /&gt;To never be extracted&lt;br /&gt;Taking my life with it&lt;br /&gt;To be forever a part of me&lt;br /&gt;Laying me now&lt;br /&gt;In this red pillow&lt;br /&gt;Made of my own blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a parasite organism&lt;br /&gt;The bullet had fed&lt;br /&gt;On my emotions&lt;br /&gt;Of love and hate&lt;br /&gt;On my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Of pleasure and pain&lt;br /&gt;On my fears&lt;br /&gt;Of life and death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying in my death bed&lt;br /&gt;Until my rotten body&lt;br /&gt;Vanish into the dust&lt;br /&gt;Leaving only a skeleton&lt;br /&gt;As cold as the bullet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever trapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As hard as the bullet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside my skull&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-2960570774120621873?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/2960570774120621873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/2960570774120621873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-bullet-theory_02.html' title='Single-bullet Theory'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RjoGIv3XQVI/AAAAAAAAARY/IDgz7ia_SUE/s72-c/Single+Bullet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-1875863052459157185</id><published>2007-04-12T06:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T04:23:53.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight alignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RloAq3YnJxI/AAAAAAAAATo/h5IUUAiVe8Y/s1600-h/arise-of-new-age.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069365066980599570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RloAq3YnJxI/AAAAAAAAATo/h5IUUAiVe8Y/s320/arise-of-new-age.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world is a metal shaped&lt;br /&gt;Clockworking device&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tick, tack&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Banging at the sound of battle drums&lt;br /&gt;Beating at the speed of heart beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;March, march!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;March, march!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Trembling at the rush of steel impetus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cracking at the hysteria of frantic ammo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tick, tack&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Every year, every day&lt;br /&gt;Every hour, every second&lt;br /&gt;Expiring at the rate of brain synapses&lt;br /&gt;Ending at the death of thousand people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bang, bang!&lt;br /&gt;Bang, bang!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marking a fuse with a death warranty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Launching a rocket with a nuclear warhead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tick!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tack!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time is nigh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time is now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s eleven, fifty five&lt;br /&gt;Tick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ing until the final countdown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s eleven, fifty six&lt;br /&gt;Ta'k&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ing into the fatal fallout &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tick!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tack!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is nigh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pointers are sharp&lt;br /&gt;And made of steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s eleven, fifty seven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like two eager swords&lt;br /&gt;Eager for slaughter and thirsty for blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s eleven, fifty eight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like two trap doors&lt;br /&gt;Closing on in, crushing all late in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s eleven, fifty nine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like two scissors blades&lt;br /&gt;Cutting off all that took till the last minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tis time, yes it is time! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is nigh, time is now!&lt;br /&gt;Midnight alignment!&lt;br /&gt;Midnight alignment!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Rh5EvoPEZDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0ccbGsYk2WM/s1600-h/crbs0290313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052551417001436210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Rh5EvoPEZDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0ccbGsYk2WM/s320/crbs0290313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every bell in a solemn tune&lt;br /&gt;Singing in a perfect symphony&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic ballads in the scheme of night&lt;br /&gt;Unveiling the secrecy of the darkness&lt;br /&gt;In a melancholic ceremony&lt;br /&gt;To start a new circle of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gestalt des Schattens &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-1875863052459157185?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/1875863052459157185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/1875863052459157185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/04/midnight-alignment_2846.html' title='Midnight alignment'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RloAq3YnJxI/AAAAAAAAATo/h5IUUAiVe8Y/s72-c/arise-of-new-age.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-4273992784507494422</id><published>2007-01-31T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T15:17:55.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chimera's Dream</title><content type='html'>I don't know what or who&lt;br /&gt;I may seem to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when or where&lt;br /&gt;I may seem to belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i some angel's descent?&lt;br /&gt;Am i some demon's ancestry?&lt;br /&gt;Am i some ghost's aparition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel&lt;br /&gt;My heart is paragon&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel&lt;br /&gt;My will is malignant&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel&lt;br /&gt;My mind is shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel's?&lt;br /&gt;Not fallen but earthly&lt;br /&gt;Demon's?&lt;br /&gt;No! Not a son of lilith!&lt;br /&gt;Ghost's?&lt;br /&gt;Hollow and meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purest of the innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lightening up in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Like a flawless diamond&lt;br /&gt;Blessing the life from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPtd-UyY1I/AAAAAAAAANE/m2MpA0hriAs/s1600-h/finalstep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027122708277781330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPtd-UyY1I/AAAAAAAAANE/m2MpA0hriAs/s320/finalstep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blackest of the pain&lt;br /&gt;Lacquering inside my inner self&lt;br /&gt;Like a ruthless amethyst&lt;br /&gt;Burning the life from within &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPt6eUyY2I/AAAAAAAAANM/k1QMMEM0jnA/s1600-h/mindoflilith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027123197904053090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPt6eUyY2I/AAAAAAAAANM/k1QMMEM0jnA/s320/mindoflilith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faintest of the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing my reason to be&lt;br /&gt;Like a worthless glass&lt;br /&gt;Faking the life from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPuWOUyY3I/AAAAAAAAANU/rwGP1MdUAjY/s1600-h/abstractperspectives.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPve-UyY5I/AAAAAAAAANk/YkMeJ3NWs9M/s1600-h/technotic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027124924480906130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPve-UyY5I/AAAAAAAAANk/YkMeJ3NWs9M/s320/technotic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-4273992784507494422?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/4273992784507494422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/4273992784507494422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/forgotten-origins.html' title='Chimera&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPtd-UyY1I/AAAAAAAAANE/m2MpA0hriAs/s72-c/finalstep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-3507896390073139456</id><published>2007-01-23T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T05:40:27.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temperamental Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPwJOUyY6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ynA2URVmp6w/s1600-h/illusionofart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027125650330379170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPwJOUyY6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ynA2URVmp6w/s320/illusionofart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look upon the spring fields&lt;br /&gt;Here on this doubtful morning&lt;br /&gt;Life born, soul blazing&lt;br /&gt;Sprouted by an impelling vitality&lt;br /&gt;Replenished by an impetuous vivacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare upon the summer skies&lt;br /&gt;Here on this towering sun&lt;br /&gt;Broken dreams, hybrid experiments&lt;br /&gt;Carried out by a severe reality&lt;br /&gt;Missed out by several reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gaze upon the autumn leaves&lt;br /&gt;Here on this thoughtful twilight&lt;br /&gt;Past torn, memories leavings&lt;br /&gt;Washed away by a serene wait&lt;br /&gt;Taken away by a sensible wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch upon the winter nights&lt;br /&gt;Here on this lethargic moon&lt;br /&gt;Regrets restrained, resentments redeemed&lt;br /&gt;Forgiven by an eternal glory&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten by an ephemeral body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-3507896390073139456?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3507896390073139456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3507896390073139456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/temperamental-seasons.html' title='Temperamental Seasons'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPwJOUyY6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ynA2URVmp6w/s72-c/illusionofart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-4391905354888070938</id><published>2007-01-17T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T07:15:11.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempus fugit</title><content type='html'>The sky turns reddish&lt;br /&gt;For the blood that will be shed&lt;br /&gt;The sun becames darker&lt;br /&gt;As the hearts of the mankind&lt;br /&gt;These are the signs of the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Ra3kETch3TI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5L8CgVBKkDE/s1600-h/sunset_hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020919922178514226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Ra3kETch3TI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5L8CgVBKkDE/s320/sunset_hell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nature showing it's wrath&lt;br /&gt;Thunders and storms&lt;br /&gt;Claiming the lives of the men&lt;br /&gt;Quakes and hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;Frightning the minds of so many&lt;br /&gt;Bigger disasters will come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Ra3jqzch3RI/AAAAAAAAAKk/s0RvrKjAS64/s1600-h/Paisagem_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020919484091850002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Ra3jqzch3RI/AAAAAAAAAKk/s0RvrKjAS64/s320/Paisagem_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Govermnents preparing for war&lt;br /&gt;Planes and bombs&lt;br /&gt;Tearing the skies of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Tanks and guns&lt;br /&gt;Trembling the ground of our homeland&lt;br /&gt;Nuclear winter is at hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Ra3ifTch3OI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RR8KTHNEH3c/s1600-h/atom+bomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020918187011726562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Ra3ifTch3OI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RR8KTHNEH3c/s320/atom+bomb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maker carry out his prophecies&lt;br /&gt;The Maker and Pure Angels&lt;br /&gt;Raining fire from above&lt;br /&gt;The Mighty and Heaven Guardians&lt;br /&gt;Reigning on the last millenium&lt;br /&gt;These are the signs of the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-4391905354888070938?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/4391905354888070938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/4391905354888070938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/signs-of-end.html' title='Tempus fugit'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Ra3kETch3TI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5L8CgVBKkDE/s72-c/sunset_hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-7503246747699784143</id><published>2007-01-17T00:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:32:19.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Man's Land</title><content type='html'>The world had fallen in ruin&lt;br /&gt;Covered with an coat of sulphur&lt;br /&gt;Poisoning all life underneath it&lt;br /&gt;A sea of flames fell from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Turning every body into a torment soul&lt;br /&gt;They born again&lt;br /&gt;Leaving their corpses behind&lt;br /&gt;Getting a new life of anguish and pain&lt;br /&gt;In an ethereal form&lt;br /&gt;Unknown and unnamed&lt;br /&gt;Breathing insanity from within them&lt;br /&gt;They became rotten&lt;br /&gt;Undead and unholy&lt;br /&gt;Their screams break up the silence&lt;br /&gt;Of this unreal reality&lt;br /&gt;Roaming somewhere distant from existence&lt;br /&gt;Disconnected and dislocated from time&lt;br /&gt;They're condemned to be a delusion&lt;br /&gt;In an illusory world &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPl0OUyYzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RYsbVZfm1TI/s1600-h/Planes+of+perception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027114294436848434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPl0OUyYzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RYsbVZfm1TI/s320/Planes+of+perception.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;Among them&lt;br /&gt;On my knees screaming for salvation&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the twisted sky&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes vanish in flames&lt;br /&gt;And my flesh rots with the shed of my own blood&lt;br /&gt;That tainted the ground under my feet&lt;br /&gt;As i leave my lifeless body&lt;br /&gt;I became a faceless soul&lt;br /&gt;Without a name&lt;br /&gt;Without a number&lt;br /&gt;The once untold future&lt;br /&gt;Now, had became so clear to me&lt;br /&gt;All the pain and anguish i felt&lt;br /&gt;Will be with me&lt;br /&gt;On this never-ending path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seelen auf stein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohne Leben&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verloren in der Ewigkeit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ewig ins Verderben&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-7503246747699784143?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/7503246747699784143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/7503246747699784143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-mans-land.html' title='No Man&apos;s Land'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPl0OUyYzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RYsbVZfm1TI/s72-c/Planes+of+perception.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-3779254955240852275</id><published>2007-01-15T14:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:29:38.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of ages</title><content type='html'>The world turned out grotesque and macabre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;When the sky rained fire down on us&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;When the ground trembled under our feet&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;When the earth swallowed up everyone&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;When the vulcanic fire torched to ash their flesh&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;When the sea waters tore appart the life of so many&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;When the end claimed the fear of our hearts &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPlTuUyYyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/naXH2FYaS_E/s1600-h/Surreal+apocalipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027113736091099938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPlTuUyYyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/naXH2FYaS_E/s320/Surreal+apocalipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard their screams sobering for salvation&lt;br /&gt;I saw their eyes shaking with horror&lt;br /&gt;I felt their hearts fearing the death&lt;br /&gt;I smelled their blood spilled on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the earth is empty of life&lt;br /&gt;Then, the ravens came&lt;br /&gt;Known as bearers of plagues and disasters&lt;br /&gt;On the ancient times&lt;br /&gt;They brought now death to our land&lt;br /&gt;Their presence is a omen of terrible things&lt;br /&gt;They announced the end of the ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-3779254955240852275?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3779254955240852275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3779254955240852275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/end-of-ages.html' title='The end of ages'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPlTuUyYyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/naXH2FYaS_E/s72-c/Surreal+apocalipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-3358516074788872864</id><published>2007-01-06T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T05:48:44.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty of the beast</title><content type='html'>Hey, who's there&lt;br /&gt;At the dark corner?&lt;br /&gt;COME OUT!&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been there?&lt;br /&gt;You're hollow and empty&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever saw yourself in the light?&lt;br /&gt;REVEAL YOURSELF FROM THE SHADOWS!&lt;br /&gt;I don't see no one but you&lt;br /&gt;Still there's nothing to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEY GHOST! YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO BE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOW THEM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely see you&lt;br /&gt;You were too much time&lt;br /&gt;There in this shades of youth&lt;br /&gt;Unknown for too long&lt;br /&gt;In this world of them &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaC8yYamyLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/glPIr5hg1e4/s1600-h/depthsofmadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017217558624258226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaC8yYamyLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/glPIr5hg1e4/s320/depthsofmadness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey what's that&lt;br /&gt;The thing you wear?&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT OUT!&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHAT'S HIDDEN THERE!&lt;br /&gt;How come your mask is still there?&lt;br /&gt;You're hideous and putrid&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked yourself at the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;RIP THE MASK FROM YOUR FACE!&lt;br /&gt;i don't see such purity but you&lt;br /&gt;Still there's nothing pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEY MASQUERADE! YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO BE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOW THEM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE BEAUTY OF THE BEAST!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see your face&lt;br /&gt;You were too much time hidden&lt;br /&gt;There with this mask of yours&lt;br /&gt;Unreal for your soul&lt;br /&gt;In this world of men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaC8moamyKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/poOU5Dhekw0/s1600-h/deconstruction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017217356760795298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaC8moamyKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/poOU5Dhekw0/s320/deconstruction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-3358516074788872864?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3358516074788872864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/3358516074788872864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/beauty-of-beast.html' title='The beauty of the beast'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaC8yYamyLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/glPIr5hg1e4/s72-c/depthsofmadness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-7924766294450333037</id><published>2007-01-05T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:21:29.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The room</title><content type='html'>I found myself locked in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With no doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no way out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls imprisioned me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing about the world outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sunshine... no sunlight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know only about the womb outcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So dark, so cold... so sad, so hollow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPw6eUyY7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/OgS_kgpbVlU/s1600-h/Dungeons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027126496438936498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPw6eUyY7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/OgS_kgpbVlU/s320/Dungeons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A dungeon where i fall deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling deep... so deep...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dungeon where i turn black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turning black... so black...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories never to be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endlessly... eternally... forevermore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sins never to be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentenced... neverending... perpetually...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh... let this room burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make it burn, make it fade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With all my past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My riddles never to be uncovered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh... let this room perish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make it perish, make it gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With me along with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My body never to be found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPxZ-UyY8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/mA1LVnHAHH4/s1600-h/contemplations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027127037604815810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPxZ-UyY8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/mA1LVnHAHH4/s320/contemplations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-7924766294450333037?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/7924766294450333037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/7924766294450333037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/room.html' title='The room'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RcPw6eUyY7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/OgS_kgpbVlU/s72-c/Dungeons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-2906895974648003838</id><published>2007-01-05T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:29:27.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of the damned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaK6PoamyUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rwIp2dhbppc/s1600-h/artwork.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017777712553969986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaK6PoamyUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rwIp2dhbppc/s320/artwork.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would you do&lt;br /&gt;If in your life was no colour, just black and white?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do&lt;br /&gt;If at your side was a chasm, too blank and wide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's dark and dusk, and you wanted to hit the bottom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do&lt;br /&gt;With a open hand holding your heart?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do&lt;br /&gt;With a loaded gun pointed to your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's old and cold, and your finger was firmly tied to the trigger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do&lt;br /&gt;If the sun was just too bright?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do&lt;br /&gt;If you were saner in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's dazzling and deafening, and the night were safer than the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do&lt;br /&gt;With your neck hunged in some ancient tree?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do&lt;br /&gt;With your feet relenting to touch the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's cramped and choked, and you wanted to reach the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do&lt;br /&gt;If the world you were living would fade in just a sigh?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do&lt;br /&gt;If the world you were living was just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's fake and fallacious, and it never existed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-dRYamx8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NGYHzWat4XU/s1600-h/consumed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016901431851403202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-dRYamx8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NGYHzWat4XU/s320/consumed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-2906895974648003838?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/2906895974648003838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/2906895974648003838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/tales-of-damned.html' title='Tales of the damned'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaK6PoamyUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rwIp2dhbppc/s72-c/artwork.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-1881715164755762077</id><published>2007-01-04T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T05:13:24.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scent of my birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-bH4amx6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/owGbDqmHtbA/s1600-h/cultivationofwoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016899069619390370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-bH4amx6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/owGbDqmHtbA/s320/cultivationofwoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the scent of my birth&lt;br /&gt;I have been hunted&lt;br /&gt;By the forthcoming future&lt;br /&gt;Unknown visions still buried in time&lt;br /&gt;Untold voices resting in silence&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken truth remaining in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Now revealed to me&lt;br /&gt;But still my path is hidden&lt;br /&gt;Clear from insights&lt;br /&gt;Insights still to awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the essence of my fate&lt;br /&gt;I have been haunted&lt;br /&gt;By the malicious darkness&lt;br /&gt;Unreal spirits still hollow in dark&lt;br /&gt;Unholy specters resting in haze&lt;br /&gt;Unearthly ghosts remaining in shadows&lt;br /&gt;Now revealed to me&lt;br /&gt;But still my path is concealed&lt;br /&gt;Sealed in mazes&lt;br /&gt;Mazes still to unlock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fortitude&lt;br /&gt;And for the weakness&lt;br /&gt;May this destiny of mine&lt;br /&gt;Perjure to my future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the cradle&lt;br /&gt;And for the grave&lt;br /&gt;May this darkness of mine&lt;br /&gt;vanish to my oblivion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the ash will bloom from the ground&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the blood will flood all the seas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the dust will fill the winds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You shall have your share on the earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-y2YamyEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yiuzwK3ofSA/s1600-h/landofdoomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016925157250746434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-y2YamyEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yiuzwK3ofSA/s320/landofdoomb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-1881715164755762077?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/1881715164755762077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/1881715164755762077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/scent-of-my-birth.html' title='Scent of my birth'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-bH4amx6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/owGbDqmHtbA/s72-c/cultivationofwoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-627767484188075172</id><published>2007-01-04T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:04:12.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle of thoughts</title><content type='html'>A castle keeps his confinement&lt;br /&gt;Walled in by barriers of lunacy&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the unending mazes of his mind&lt;br /&gt;Staggering in a winding tornado of delusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-kR4amyCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xvdHqIrh8QQ/s1600-h/boundeternally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016909137022732322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-kR4amyCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xvdHqIrh8QQ/s320/boundeternally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House to ghosts from the past&lt;br /&gt;Already vivid and faded&lt;br /&gt;But not exorcised yet&lt;br /&gt;So they're presence still lurks in here&lt;br /&gt;Wrenching abruptly the memories from very deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gardens of solitude holds many secrets&lt;br /&gt;Familiar faces are shaped in the trees&lt;br /&gt;Gesticulating and showing expressions of wrath&lt;br /&gt;Unrecognizable figures run into the bushes&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly and randomly come out with a shiny dagger&lt;br /&gt;The secret way out is long lost in the depths of oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Imprisioning forever who dares to come inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows display a painting of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Trembling violently with the tempest of feelings&lt;br /&gt;Letting in here the shadows of out there&lt;br /&gt;Shattering the glass to pieces&lt;br /&gt;The shades scream in despair&lt;br /&gt;Making sounds that chill the bones&lt;br /&gt;Fading instantly as the thunder's lights vanishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room for more guests are no longer available&lt;br /&gt;Even if the last ones had gone centuries ago&lt;br /&gt;The beds are still undone&lt;br /&gt;The closet's doors are wide open&lt;br /&gt;The chairs still swing back to forward&lt;br /&gt;The stench of their bodies can still be felt&lt;br /&gt;Years after the last ones had disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Their reminiscences are still sculpted on these walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-Zf4amx5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/C8UNppO4ZaE/s1600-h/primitivesfuture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016897282912995218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-Zf4amx5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/C8UNppO4ZaE/s320/primitivesfuture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-ZEYamx4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9vwLaCiXbgs/s1600-h/primitivesfuture.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The road out the mansion is cursed&lt;br /&gt;No one ventures to cross this path&lt;br /&gt;And those who did, have been consumed&lt;br /&gt;Consumed by their own insanity and solitude&lt;br /&gt;No longer capable of facing reality&lt;br /&gt;They remain forever in the castle of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-627767484188075172?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/627767484188075172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/627767484188075172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/castle-of-thoughts.html' title='Castle of thoughts'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-kR4amyCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xvdHqIrh8QQ/s72-c/boundeternally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-4530335759629472245</id><published>2007-01-04T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T05:02:30.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one in the mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ61TIamxkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LaYoKclwXK0/s1600-h/Imagem+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016646375218529858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ61TIamxkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LaYoKclwXK0/s320/Imagem+021.jpg" border="0" height="133" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;There were always&lt;br /&gt;Someone else&lt;br /&gt;Is it bright?&lt;br /&gt;Is it black?&lt;br /&gt;Is it friend?&lt;br /&gt;Is it foe?&lt;br /&gt;Is it sane?&lt;br /&gt;Is it mad?&lt;br /&gt;Is it me?&lt;br /&gt;Or someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind feeds both&lt;br /&gt;For left and right&lt;br /&gt;My blood boils both&lt;br /&gt;For me and him&lt;br /&gt;My heart turns both&lt;br /&gt;Bright and dark&lt;br /&gt;My soul is both&lt;br /&gt;Good and evil?&lt;br /&gt;Is it me?&lt;br /&gt;Or someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Instead of black and white&lt;br /&gt;I stand gray&lt;br /&gt;Knowing not&lt;br /&gt;What share is his&lt;br /&gt;Knowing not&lt;br /&gt;What share is mine&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the one in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ61f4amxlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RC5JIuMi_P0/s1600-h/14-07-06_1316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016646594261861970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ61f4amxlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RC5JIuMi_P0/s320/14-07-06_1316.jpg" border="0" height="141" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And the one in the mirror stares back&lt;br /&gt;And says:&lt;br /&gt;Is it me?&lt;br /&gt;Or someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-4530335759629472245?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/4530335759629472245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/4530335759629472245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-in-mirror.html' title='The one in the mirror'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ61TIamxkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LaYoKclwXK0/s72-c/Imagem+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-8158820110657981205</id><published>2007-01-04T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T02:14:18.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for myself</title><content type='html'>I am looking for my true self&lt;br /&gt;Crossing mountains and plains&lt;br /&gt;Engulfed by the darkest walls of the night&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the coldest waters of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Jumping off the deepest abyss of the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaK8SYamyVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WhS0yJslpDw/s1600-h/artwork+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017779958821865810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaK8SYamyVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WhS0yJslpDw/s320/artwork+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to find myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you ghostman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In search of a figure of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you madman?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for my true self&lt;br /&gt;Crossing worlds and galaxies&lt;br /&gt;Covered by the black void of the reality&lt;br /&gt;Vanishing in the far depths of the universe&lt;br /&gt;Falling off the dark holes of the espace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaK87YamyWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PML8PoyjAR8/s1600-h/Dark+horizons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017780663196502370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaK87YamyWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PML8PoyjAR8/s320/Dark+horizons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to find myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you ghostman?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In search of a figure of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where are you madman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-TxYamx0I/AAAAAAAAADg/YAKnYcG486g/s1600-h/castout1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaAEd4amyFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tK4lFjEVoeE/s1600-h/castout1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017014896297429074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaAEd4amyFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tK4lFjEVoeE/s320/castout1s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While crossing all the lands and seas&lt;br /&gt;While travelling all planets and stars&lt;br /&gt;He was right over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Whispering insane things in my ears&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized by his thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I fell deep into my mind&lt;br /&gt;An empty space along with nothingness&lt;br /&gt;An lonely place along with madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found you ghostman...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing else but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found you madman...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nobody but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-8158820110657981205?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/8158820110657981205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/8158820110657981205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/looking-for-myself.html' title='Looking for myself'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RaK8SYamyVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WhS0yJslpDw/s72-c/artwork+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-8296419645490807016</id><published>2007-01-04T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T08:25:57.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The eyes of the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RgVC-TciygI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2O38KZSkdPI/s1600-h/borbolet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045512595677825538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RgVC-TciygI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2O38KZSkdPI/s320/borbolet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night is dark&lt;br /&gt;So deceitful so direful&lt;br /&gt;The night is eternal&lt;br /&gt;So misterious so lustful&lt;br /&gt;She hides her secrets&lt;br /&gt;In the dark mist&lt;br /&gt;She conceals her treasures&lt;br /&gt;In the deep haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brings us fear&lt;br /&gt;To our hearts&lt;br /&gt;She brings us fascination&lt;br /&gt;To our minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds the saint pedestal&lt;br /&gt;White light under the black coat&lt;br /&gt;She holds the sacred necklace&lt;br /&gt;Blessed moon under the mourning sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stalks near&lt;br /&gt;Silently, yet so shuddering&lt;br /&gt;She siddles near&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, yet so viciously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is lightless&lt;br /&gt;Yet&lt;br /&gt;So full of life&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes watches us &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-S8oamxzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RK8gPeJNPzI/s1600-h/ngc_6559.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So carefully so cautiously&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes gazes upon us&lt;br /&gt;So deeply so sensually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RgVCMDciyfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RpRSwMdXWPM/s1600-h/red+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045511732389399026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="106" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RgVCMDciyfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RpRSwMdXWPM/s320/red+sky.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will her riddles be endlessly unknown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will her truth be eternally untold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only know that those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Will forevermore be enchanting our minds&lt;br /&gt;We can only know that those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Will forevermore be 'witching our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-8296419645490807016?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/8296419645490807016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/8296419645490807016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/eyes-of-night.html' title='The eyes of the night'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RgVC-TciygI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2O38KZSkdPI/s72-c/borbolet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-1718737235943874547</id><published>2007-01-04T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T06:07:39.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The inner beast</title><content type='html'>Today&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up&lt;br /&gt;I heard something&lt;br /&gt;Something stalking&lt;br /&gt;In my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the closet&lt;br /&gt;There was a rope&lt;br /&gt;With a single porpuse&lt;br /&gt;A porpuse for no one&lt;br /&gt;But myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bathroom i saw a figure&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the thick mirror&lt;br /&gt;Staring at me&lt;br /&gt;And it moved towards me&lt;br /&gt;Shattering the glass&lt;br /&gt;Throwing the shards in my face&lt;br /&gt;That stunned me&lt;br /&gt;Piercing my face&lt;br /&gt;And in a second there&lt;br /&gt;It was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went out for a walk&lt;br /&gt;I blinked the brightless corner&lt;br /&gt;Across the street&lt;br /&gt;As the sun eclipsed there&lt;br /&gt;It was revealed to myself&lt;br /&gt;I could see his glazed eyes in the shade&lt;br /&gt;His mouth mocking at me&lt;br /&gt;And the sharp knife&lt;br /&gt;Behind it's backs&lt;br /&gt;But as i ran there&lt;br /&gt;The sun dazzled my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And there was nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on&lt;br /&gt;It was getting dark&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Was closing in on me&lt;br /&gt;I could only see&lt;br /&gt;The shapeless trees&lt;br /&gt;As the moon shined&lt;br /&gt;Howling and screaming&lt;br /&gt;As the wind blew&lt;br /&gt;Although&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find it&lt;br /&gt;But it wouldn't hide in the dark no more&lt;br /&gt;Because this is it's realm&lt;br /&gt;And it was very near&lt;br /&gt;I could hear it&lt;br /&gt;And i could smell his stinky breath&lt;br /&gt;The stench of hate and putridity&lt;br /&gt;Was entagled&lt;br /&gt;In my clothes&lt;br /&gt;In my flesh&lt;br /&gt;In my blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hides no more from me&lt;br /&gt;Now it comes&lt;br /&gt;To claim what is his&lt;br /&gt;My soul and my body&lt;br /&gt;My mind and my heart&lt;br /&gt;Now i see it every time&lt;br /&gt;When i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;His eyes and his mouth&lt;br /&gt;Engulfed in fire of hate&lt;br /&gt;Never let me rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i am awake&lt;br /&gt;He cames to me&lt;br /&gt;In delusions&lt;br /&gt;When i am asleep&lt;br /&gt;He owns me&lt;br /&gt;In nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;At that night&lt;br /&gt;I felt something&lt;br /&gt;Something crawling&lt;br /&gt;In my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under my pillow&lt;br /&gt;There was a gun&lt;br /&gt;With a single bullet&lt;br /&gt;A bullet for no one&lt;br /&gt;But myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone has a beast inside them&lt;br /&gt;It rests silently in the dark of our spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-D8IamxtI/AAAAAAAAACM/aJk7eXOq0Xc/s1600-h/writhe.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016873578988488402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-D8IamxtI/AAAAAAAAACM/aJk7eXOq0Xc/s320/writhe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be bright enough&lt;br /&gt;To never watch it's visage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be lucky enough&lt;br /&gt;To never witness it's awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be strong enough&lt;br /&gt;To keep your mind sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be tough enough&lt;br /&gt;To keep the monster away?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-1718737235943874547?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/1718737235943874547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/1718737235943874547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/inner-beast.html' title='The inner beast'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ-D8IamxtI/AAAAAAAAACM/aJk7eXOq0Xc/s72-c/writhe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-6135465423955746595</id><published>2007-01-03T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T06:10:11.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardens of Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016752349241591474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ8VroamxrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c_W_HoVed4o/s320/autumn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;I was a child&lt;br /&gt;A innocent child&lt;br /&gt;I was sane&lt;br /&gt;I was free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although&lt;br /&gt;Life as been taken away from me&lt;br /&gt;Like a deafning lightning&lt;br /&gt;Like a stunning lighting&lt;br /&gt;That awoken me up to the real world&lt;br /&gt;That blinded me to the dark world&lt;br /&gt;That brought out the insane world&lt;br /&gt;Life was so real&lt;br /&gt;Life was so cold&lt;br /&gt;Even if i try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Echoed screams out from my soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Even if i cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wrenched tears out from my eyes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if i die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Faded breaths out from within)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no way to bring back&lt;br /&gt;The sanity drained away from me&lt;br /&gt;There was no way to bring back&lt;br /&gt;The life taken away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I await for the light to come back&lt;br /&gt;In this everlasting rainy night&lt;br /&gt;I await for the past to come back&lt;br /&gt;In this everlasting empty life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestalt des Schattens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-6135465423955746595?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/6135465423955746595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/6135465423955746595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/once-upon-time-i-was-child-innocent.html' title='Gardens of Sorrow'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwoK75z5JfA/TrlfsVOIyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZMhqVOQGKcA/s220/Imagem0028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/RZ8VroamxrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c_W_HoVed4o/s72-c/autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168810482961701502.post-7153223988279777801</id><published>2007-01-02T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T05:23:17.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Introduction -</title><content type='html'>"This is the holy shrine for a mere mortal&lt;br /&gt;His birth before his time has never been prophesied&lt;br /&gt;His presence certainly is not meant to be noticed&lt;br /&gt;His name beyond his time will never be mentioned"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not the story of a hero&lt;br /&gt;But more probably of a ghost&lt;br /&gt;And like all the living things&lt;div&gt;He came from the planet&lt;br /&gt;And in case no divine force will intervene&lt;br /&gt;Will ultimately return to it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the hope that his existence could not be in vain&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for vindication, or just for vanity&lt;br /&gt;Some words will be written&lt;br /&gt;By the only one that vaguely knows this ephemeral character"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a black figure in the mist....&lt;br /&gt;....melancholy melody singing for the myth....&lt;br /&gt;....silented whispers roaming away with the wind....&lt;br /&gt;....formless shaped in the depths that the night brings...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mystery to the others, stranger to the self....&lt;br /&gt;....invisible, hollow and concealed from human sight, hidden well it is the horror which is engulfing his soul into the night....&lt;br /&gt;....unknown in this world of sin, unaware of the fate of his....&lt;br /&gt;....faded from the earth, vanished to another place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Murky masquerade faking his face....&lt;br /&gt;....behind a mask that he sculpted....&lt;br /&gt;....hiding the scars from a time that he vividly remembers....&lt;br /&gt;....concealing a visage already raped by the memories of long ago....&lt;br /&gt;....hunging his head low in shame....&lt;br /&gt;....hunging his head high in guilty....&lt;br /&gt;....dying and inanimate....&lt;br /&gt;....swinging in some dead tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was spring when another baby child was born&lt;br /&gt;Crying and screaming&lt;br /&gt;Reluctant to come into this world&lt;br /&gt;Still unaware of the faith of his&lt;br /&gt;Weak little child.... ....lost-fated kind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the womb of his seed?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the mother of this son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed by and his brother had already passed away....&lt;br /&gt;Years passed by and another tales have been revived....&lt;br /&gt;Legends of demons and spirits that haunt....&lt;br /&gt;Stories of betrayal and theories of conspirarcy....&lt;br /&gt;Into the ears of a pure child were whispered....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the womb of his seed?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the mother of this son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty more winters and his dreams had already faded&lt;br /&gt;Twenty more winters and this child was pure no more&lt;br /&gt;Ruthless ego and a self blinded by tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Conflictuous personality and unstable mood&lt;br /&gt;Into the mind of a poor waif were manifested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the womb of his seed?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the mother of this son?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He dreamt he was a person&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a phantom&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a loner&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a lover&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a friend&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a foe&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a freeman&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a madman&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a patient&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a psycho&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a doctor&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a delirious&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a insane&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a inmate&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a sane&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a saint&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a child&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a waif&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a wisher&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a sinner&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a killer&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a ripper&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a stubborn&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a stabber&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a raped&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was a raper&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt...and he thought&lt;br /&gt;He would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But none of this was real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In his veins run the poison of sorrow....&lt;br /&gt;Ruthless and merciless....&lt;br /&gt;Slowly flowing....&lt;br /&gt;Firmly entangled with his blood....&lt;br /&gt;Keeping him alive but burning him inside....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his depths glows the fire of pain and rage....&lt;br /&gt;Freezing his soul like the coldest ice....&lt;br /&gt;Blackening his body like the darkest shadow....&lt;br /&gt;Heating his eyes like the hottest star....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his mouth no word can be heard....&lt;br /&gt;Sealed shut with nails of cruelty....&lt;br /&gt;To forever trap inside all the evils of the earth....&lt;br /&gt;To never let the outter world remembers what they did to him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his suffering may save him when the skies will shatter the earth....&lt;br /&gt;But his pain may spare him when the Mighty will shake the world...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shadows and figures out of desperation&lt;br /&gt;Shades and figments of his imagination&lt;br /&gt;Mumble incoherently trying to speak with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telling him about their thoughts and confessions&lt;br /&gt;But revealing too their identities&lt;br /&gt;(Mis) fortune tellers talking about the origin of the universe&lt;br /&gt;And the omen of the end of all things&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind only tears and sighs&lt;br /&gt;Vanishing with a fading smile&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing just like in a dream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the dark corners of his heart&lt;br /&gt;Is resting a silent force&lt;br /&gt;Aware of the corruption&lt;br /&gt;That had defiled his body&lt;br /&gt;A sleeping guardian&lt;br /&gt;Bringing both salvation and desolation&lt;br /&gt;To save him from his will&lt;br /&gt;Hurting him if is needed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reddened eyes&lt;br /&gt;Blackened face&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic smile&lt;br /&gt;Sharpen dagger&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in the shadows to awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invulnerable Powerful&lt;br /&gt;Ruthless unmerciful&lt;br /&gt;Mind produced&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate resource&lt;br /&gt;Making him suffer&lt;br /&gt;Making him safer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For all the dreamless nightmares....&lt;br /&gt;....and for all the hopeless nights....&lt;br /&gt;....the past before his time was pepertualy unfortunate....&lt;br /&gt;....He is the descendent of the madness....&lt;br /&gt;....He is the son of the insane....&lt;br /&gt;....will he share their heritage?....&lt;br /&gt;....will he own their lineage?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From previous battles and pages of history that now remain forgotten, he holds deep scars.... ....severly wounded from tempestuous times, these marks are a permanent rememberance of his past to forever be attached to his soul, but none could ever foreseen this chain of events, and nothing could ever postpone its consequences.... and because too many tears were spilled, and rage that has torn his heart appart, drying his eyes blind and making his soul divided.... ........if you touch these scars, it will make him bleed, but it will never ever make him cry.... it will make him tremble, but it will never make him crumble...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He lost so many things.... ....but he lost something else........he lost one of his blood.... ....the soul that he barely knew.... ....the one that died in that terrible accident.... ....the accident that took so much of him.... ....the one that he remembers no more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he was half blooded of him&lt;br /&gt;Now he had gone to the desert of lost souls....&lt;br /&gt;Once he was vivid and alive&lt;br /&gt;Now he had just returned to the planet...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unscathed secrets and unsettled misteries lie hidden in some uncharted island which will never be unearthed....&lt;br /&gt;Compromising skeletons and compelling intentions are held in a coffet which shall forever be confined...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At night in the streets and alleys&lt;br /&gt;He sees only what is beyond the reality&lt;br /&gt;Not people nor animals&lt;br /&gt;Not demons nor angels&lt;br /&gt;Just visages without masks&lt;br /&gt;Just figures without disguises&lt;br /&gt;Some are black others are bright&lt;br /&gt;Some are red others are blue&lt;br /&gt;Putridity or purity&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of visages or figures&lt;br /&gt;Hatred or fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hidden by no masks nor disguises"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is gone now.... gone to war.... war with himself&lt;br /&gt;With lots of guns, grenades and all the gore&lt;br /&gt;With the bombs, the bullets and all the blood&lt;br /&gt;He is gone now.... ghost, little waif.... warrior by himself&lt;br /&gt;With lots of scars, slashes and all the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;With the cuts, the cries and all the carnage&lt;br /&gt;He is gone now.... gone away.... where is none but himself&lt;br /&gt;With lots of bodies, bones and all the butchery&lt;br /&gt;With the craters, the cracks and all the coffins.&lt;br /&gt;He is gone now.... ....gone astray.... ....what has become of him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The look of an eyes hurts him more than a stab of a knife&lt;br /&gt;The smile of someone reminds him of something evil&lt;br /&gt;The hug of a beloved one engulfs him in a lacquering fire&lt;br /&gt;The touch of a hand on his skin petrify his mourning heart&lt;br /&gt;The kiss of passion freezes his lungs to ice&lt;br /&gt;But he is more than you can see&lt;br /&gt;But he is more than flesh and bones&lt;br /&gt;But he is more than fear and berserk&lt;br /&gt;But he is more than a loveless loner&lt;br /&gt;But he is more than what pain has made of him&lt;br /&gt;And there is more beyond what his willing to give&lt;br /&gt;And there is more beyond, if you are worthy to take"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to see him?&lt;br /&gt;Do not stare at him&lt;br /&gt;But look for within&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know him?&lt;br /&gt;Do not talk to him&lt;br /&gt;But listen to within&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to love him?&lt;br /&gt;Do not kiss him&lt;br /&gt;But reach for within"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043995016228424146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPtLT_1XuhQ/Rf_evjciydI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dcErNGGVUz4/s320/Imagem+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2168810482961701502-7153223988279777801?l=gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/7153223988279777801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2168810482961701502/posts/default/7153223988279777801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gestaltdesschattens.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-holy-shrine-for-mere-mortal-his_2737.html' title='- Introduction -'/><author><name>Vincent Black Fall Silver Leaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02550091631432758024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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