tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130222462024-03-08T02:07:23.780+00:00Noites de lua cheiaA lua tem o formato que me encanta...o brilho que me atrai...a beleza que me fascina...lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-25834772932586328782009-04-17T16:16:00.003+01:002009-04-17T16:29:57.731+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJMUxbaQnfH-KFhhHmGbPl8VM52iQbX7nZy8YqRgS02BNrnv0eU3hfS7J-OW-wGZ9nvCXkP_p-j_p-nOTWnjpqtS4eDROTNqWY_jRP2icuLzxy5RF_zlKr1y9v-Y1tZJKjEn47nQ/s1600-h/2594790%5B2%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325680752852298370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJMUxbaQnfH-KFhhHmGbPl8VM52iQbX7nZy8YqRgS02BNrnv0eU3hfS7J-OW-wGZ9nvCXkP_p-j_p-nOTWnjpqtS4eDROTNqWY_jRP2icuLzxy5RF_zlKr1y9v-Y1tZJKjEn47nQ/s400/2594790%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto:(Paulo Fernando)</span><br /><br /><br />Retirada das minhas "outras estrelas"<br /><br />braço<br />(a)braço<br />abraça-me<br />com ternura<br />paixão<br />condição<br />braço<br />(a)braço<br />abraça-me<br />com teu olhar<br />sedutor<br />expressivo<br />tentador<br />braço<br />(a)braço<br />abraça-me<br />com<br />tua boca<br />gulosa<br />apetitosa<br />teus beijos<br />com desejo<br />com sabor a nós<br />braço<br />(a)braço<br />abraça-me<br />simplesmente...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></span></span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-62096585335471991712009-02-26T23:58:00.002+00:002009-02-27T00:03:32.962+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxzIOkDyHxHM1NYJUESx6CObsSzI2pb2i_LEr-AW6spnLTiEBISBz7z0cRv4DeicZI3R5A0I7seMH7CTpSk8-Gz3EOeMZH2Xc7ndGFsr3V57YiG2WR-RTjJlugihECXGIs-Ll1nQ/s1600-h/melqui.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307260385157898866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxzIOkDyHxHM1NYJUESx6CObsSzI2pb2i_LEr-AW6spnLTiEBISBz7z0cRv4DeicZI3R5A0I7seMH7CTpSk8-Gz3EOeMZH2Xc7ndGFsr3V57YiG2WR-RTjJlugihECXGIs-Ll1nQ/s400/melqui.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p> </p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: (Melqui Zago)</span><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Apetece-me a tua boca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">apetece-me o teu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">apetece-me o teu sexo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">apetece-me sussurrar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">docemente, ao teu ouvido</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">gosto-te...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-13644986562298526882008-12-11T22:31:00.002+00:002008-12-11T22:39:05.788+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kVxEeNWPdHoDfR9ZrCaFGVlq4boA6iymu7C_GnhyxhnG8FuhzYABVLicmThL0EKaauPlpj1cmES55uwxUmGLDpqg07FkPHb54zzjQpr0fv1vim6Yo67iNaJTn_tYdZE1IlcLRQ/s1600-h/00mulher20triste4007lc%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278665096394420658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kVxEeNWPdHoDfR9ZrCaFGVlq4boA6iymu7C_GnhyxhnG8FuhzYABVLicmThL0EKaauPlpj1cmES55uwxUmGLDpqg07FkPHb54zzjQpr0fv1vim6Yo67iNaJTn_tYdZE1IlcLRQ/s400/00mulher20triste4007lc%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Foto: (Autor desconhecido)</strong></span><br /></span></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">A lágrima que caíu </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">hoje do meu rosto</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">não foi por saber</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">que não ligaste hoje,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">nem ontem,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">a lágrima que caíu </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">hoje do meu rosto</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">não foi por saber</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">que o nosso amor é impossível,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">ou porque estás longe,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">ou porque sinto saudade</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">a lágrima que caíu</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">hoje do meu rosto</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">foi sim,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">por saber que nunca te vou ter</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">nos meus braços.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-57522019510400013242008-09-02T19:17:00.003+01:002008-09-02T19:32:07.312+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiioykMTw-7FHX9RPgBPlhs40pIsICdnb4nsKB5I7RawpVQGoq0Z50c8jwCWJZbYjWk5u-y8uvNZgGWYHLD82fc_xYBuZ1xtaOMFnbPfLF8yx9MWzT7v3DC3MvXmbjA-7gSg_thsA/s1600-h/vazectomia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241492801677617362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiioykMTw-7FHX9RPgBPlhs40pIsICdnb4nsKB5I7RawpVQGoq0Z50c8jwCWJZbYjWk5u-y8uvNZgGWYHLD82fc_xYBuZ1xtaOMFnbPfLF8yx9MWzT7v3DC3MvXmbjA-7gSg_thsA/s400/vazectomia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3zVStEHHiXQarun22k0qJAUH1XEttXrMXI1gCILUNpbAN0-HNnbUFkHKuG5sw5VHD1iWKi2j3yBvSLhHS1SUbWqyx5NR9VX_C0OvyN-EKHx-U_TDbv_myWQ1aBGZhbNckaZzcRA/s1600-h/vazectomia.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8OMGKm5y4AO60AiiF-GG9mLOgKJwC1jgxNaRG4t_2lsmEEmUULGim3kgAqZGtwYKhk8ChqZMpol6howQ2LFTcj6kNh1qjI9xPhh8uKpVe83DiTqgpxqRWg0sTx6Q-gqaUTJ1LAQ/s1600-h/vazectomia.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Autor:(Vazectomia)</span></strong> <blockquote></blockquote><p></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Vestígios de ti</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">permanecem no meu corpo.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">E quando me toco</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">finjo que estás presente</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">para ter a certeza </span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">que o prazer que sinto</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">é infinito.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tenho vício de ti...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></p></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-65793954721276344862008-06-06T10:36:00.003+01:002008-06-06T10:42:27.766+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh21HGWwCL7LeXfhGXoqqFebcdPetBRtk7169IO2H8yZ9uBgXXvIaFmSPhzckQllSTx4t5iv2fbQegrooVPH7Rn3Vgaf7EUfDQwsi7pyPcg3-OUGOVAmVhK4QhCZdJfNScHE3vhLg/s1600-h/yes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208700996667283602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh21HGWwCL7LeXfhGXoqqFebcdPetBRtk7169IO2H8yZ9uBgXXvIaFmSPhzckQllSTx4t5iv2fbQegrooVPH7Rn3Vgaf7EUfDQwsi7pyPcg3-OUGOVAmVhK4QhCZdJfNScHE3vhLg/s400/yes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2ZNkpLb79wZBJqLhbL0hyphenhyphenaAE_r240v0fx8_dvLgn8jtI3HYObpXUkPW18oaCeuex_2L42c_Eo7CffGR_hopOR21Dq8_PXmtkQhB9OH-JWR1lcQ-AUPnon_EEw0NMuYURh6m9aA/s1600-h/yes.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)<br /></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Olhar ofegante</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">teu rosto </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">no meu,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">minha mão na tua,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">meus seios</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">em tua boca</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">nossos sexos</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">tocaram-se.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Amor,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">entrego-me a ti...</span></div><div><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-84616736944460759772008-05-16T19:43:00.002+01:002008-05-16T19:48:35.166+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrik1fArsMD6nOgai842MJkwRVJGaDP4MANJ9j3dCk7WzzAVgbTTujXyQ7uzEAvL9pXLpH1jDeu_aJfUjE4jXX7bldhhgZMEeJgxILuCXbrIiMTZ7_lLptIe9pD0sryrSae6tvQ/s1600-h/d+di+arte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201049321883800498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrik1fArsMD6nOgai842MJkwRVJGaDP4MANJ9j3dCk7WzzAVgbTTujXyQ7uzEAvL9pXLpH1jDeu_aJfUjE4jXX7bldhhgZMEeJgxILuCXbrIiMTZ7_lLptIe9pD0sryrSae6tvQ/s400/d+di+arte.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pm6difFjd1MzPDKLdb8ncSQD-x6WlHE_S7vIfxdvY00-MmeDd6DwJJO1zs6MNOB0zp7BkZWfSVHFxb7Gkw_d_0dOmIAxqIfAr0GgYEWthIosqI63j7_zjMJvJgMzplSzlVeTdA/s1600-h/d+di+arte.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Foto:(DDiarte)</strong></span></div><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong><blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Simplesmente,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">é impossível parar de te olhar...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span></strong></span></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-32337292088156691342008-04-21T19:02:00.003+01:002008-04-21T19:07:20.640+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zYvnZo3vnAbTzejIZogaQm_v-ZZ1X3GnbH7bTv8rLGjGykdTOHB9iZxDVCWLDzl2V0UU11lmUxaBOVGt7qL4kEpUG1NTtyLQL6wvjkw_YIdXq5VEf5fGgHvF8KpsPuKc3Rc4Tg/s1600-h/wendell+freitas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191760629618847234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zYvnZo3vnAbTzejIZogaQm_v-ZZ1X3GnbH7bTv8rLGjGykdTOHB9iZxDVCWLDzl2V0UU11lmUxaBOVGt7qL4kEpUG1NTtyLQL6wvjkw_YIdXq5VEf5fGgHvF8KpsPuKc3Rc4Tg/s400/wendell+freitas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:</span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">(Wendell Freitas)</span> </span><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Guardo dentro de mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">momentos nossos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Fecho os olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">sonho-te...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">até quando?</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-10189288761459541532008-03-01T22:28:00.005+00:002008-03-01T22:41:39.142+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0oXM2SpaOYsMwJdsfMHodXTshlGj5x0uWmb8wnDqlfpBm495l0mAYbowwMRfQT0VbCZx2qEIZeqpQbAOm7Q39PZ5thXnHc6Kk9TCbO8Rh840RUbtprTlPOY-9dU5LJdEfyHbMg/s1600-h/1729070[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172906208027818578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0oXM2SpaOYsMwJdsfMHodXTshlGj5x0uWmb8wnDqlfpBm495l0mAYbowwMRfQT0VbCZx2qEIZeqpQbAOm7Q39PZ5thXnHc6Kk9TCbO8Rh840RUbtprTlPOY-9dU5LJdEfyHbMg/s400/1729070%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtv6lXa12vd9MTXB1WSdOrevt8nP2VmblFB-MnqeeT8AcucJO9xtvY9eMCwvjyehkiqiH7NxLFBKlMdY-3QCc2R3m1Q3waA5oEuPTKYUDhgWuxEnQRvVQ_mf7fRxnhDgxWrrMuw/s1600-h/1729070[1].jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOq0YFRVXIeT0uJOSvWyDAwoV4FsEcI_YZIUai1RjRYdzQ1VgDqb_0scT4kApuzkvlIB2GMoSM-VF6q-eJIOYJvkJropRPiflGyibNn9P0a39wIHCF9m8Uaj-WhV-wtzsOYI-jw/s1600-h/1729070[1].jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto: (Marcos Sobral Nudes & Fashion)</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">O encontro</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">entre nós</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">o meu corpo,</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">o teu corpo.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Colamo-nos</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">neste desejo</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">de prazer.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Ata-me com os teus</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">beijos</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">deseja-me com o</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">teu corpo</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">ama-me com</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">a tua alma...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></p></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-53800171840938425162007-10-30T18:02:00.000+00:002007-10-30T19:11:18.734+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bSk7WEOnAZOGbTTl51aIgbid9_d1zEKtvb4TslrVnR-uyttILHA45j3AMu8nP1cT_URUn-QM48eExcICB-N9N12WihYRgRjmYXa_E_q4kAsuJ67GJoI4uK8yOD2TqMWmaSWUlQ/s1600-h/tuta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127194221105119842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bSk7WEOnAZOGbTTl51aIgbid9_d1zEKtvb4TslrVnR-uyttILHA45j3AMu8nP1cT_URUn-QM48eExcICB-N9N12WihYRgRjmYXa_E_q4kAsuJ67GJoI4uK8yOD2TqMWmaSWUlQ/s400/tuta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dyJUz2v45vYD7HTkdPE3lir7w5h5q1PeJkyYz_xKrSUUjIrwSxu_sG9aY30uCuv_5M2hdeqCnA5cccguZMtD2f66OZ6apCq1QLV6pRfOmynBHYz6KEA20VIlkQfs7Ge4QES-Sg/s1600-h/tuta.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Tuta)</span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"></span></span></span></blockquote><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Hoje relembrei</span></div><div></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">o dia que te conheci</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">as palavras que trocámos</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">a intensidade do teu olhar</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">o sorriso que manifestaste.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">Todo este envolvimento</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">numa onda de melancolia</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">evanescente.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">Uma lágrima aflora meu rosto.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">Tinha tantas coisas para te dizer,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">tanto a partilhar.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">É como uma levitação permanente,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">uma espécie de história para o infinito.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">Uma última vez!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">Toca no meu coração</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">e sente este amor.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">Porque o brilho das horas de felicidade é por vezes suficiente</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">para tornar toleráveis as desilusões</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">com que a vida</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">não deixa de nos contemplar.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">Arrumo as imagens</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">destes momentos passados</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">e projectá-los-ei</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">nas noites de solidão.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">Decididamente hoje senti a tua falta.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div></span><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span></strong></span></span></div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-53659352560743414152007-09-17T18:15:00.000+01:002007-09-17T18:33:42.904+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJ5oSI4r4tl-kF8FzOfICThT547LTtBkcC5BRgvalqA1iNpnQ9ItCcGUYqIoL6chRGVzoOMdvJb5hCiyEhXoXNw3xjMxJ2oKExdc-xK3oZtsMhBJTEc2YHT0FL5woxNpR535xHQ/s1600-h/1454990[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111226061703030706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJ5oSI4r4tl-kF8FzOfICThT547LTtBkcC5BRgvalqA1iNpnQ9ItCcGUYqIoL6chRGVzoOMdvJb5hCiyEhXoXNw3xjMxJ2oKExdc-xK3oZtsMhBJTEc2YHT0FL5woxNpR535xHQ/s400/1454990%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)<br /></span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Olho o horizonte</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">tento encontrar respostas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">para a falta</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">que me fazes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Sinto o calor da noite</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">levemente o meu pensamento,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">sente que por instantes</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">tu não estás.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">A luz das estrelas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">chamam por mim,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">as palavras que não</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">consigo ler</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">a tua voz que não </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">consigo ouvir.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Os sonhos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">esses permanecem.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">A minha alma lastima a tua ausência</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">provocando</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">uma saudade imensa.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Sinto a brisa da noite</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">a tocar o meu rosto.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Sacio o desejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">de te ter</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">e sentir tuas mãos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">a tatearem meu corpo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">O prazer que guardo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">em minha pele,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">o calor dos teus beijos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">esvai-se aos poucos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">neste encontro ausente de nós</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">...</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Escuto o silêncio.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sim porque o silêncio </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">também se ouve...</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-20664961102663223592007-08-29T12:47:00.000+01:002007-08-29T12:54:57.083+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEbMQ4ACp0WNoQky3b1uBzuG7tGm1_Srb17jsB0Gqn8buaXYxoFJ8eGS61wXuL_Jl-IR09lhhAT_jIRj2giSxm0X15f0Iv84i-4n9LBgklqH7ai9sICmj5FNUQMe2uJ9CK2gxTw/s1600-h/beijo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104088991121652818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEbMQ4ACp0WNoQky3b1uBzuG7tGm1_Srb17jsB0Gqn8buaXYxoFJ8eGS61wXuL_Jl-IR09lhhAT_jIRj2giSxm0X15f0Iv84i-4n9LBgklqH7ai9sICmj5FNUQMe2uJ9CK2gxTw/s400/beijo.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4EJUobJufacS6IKIkbtShOpkXfn2eL7yaIKOsJzbWs4pPI779UDsT_1MbOtTMoZ3GuDE2sQ9RU4Z0ysWoh1_DtfdmslkxReZskDsYwtGBGMO-vQ4DGHfGvUgoVhTFAIc36gMrDA/s1600-h/beijo.bmp"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKU9qhIxOu6LlI3XmBGrJmY1N0ielGREkkeikIbuDIFlXQhqrkXExWZ0EAWf8KLGIjGttI3lFXicFMi3yg_m3nmHfOd9KelMORmJfDdN9QEDLIPNqO9EGcY2XBSRRTAvwz0SLKuw/s1600-h/beijo.bmp"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Toco teu rosto</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">sinto tua pele</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">arrepio-me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Olhar penetrante.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Minha boca encosta </span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">à tua</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">enfim</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">o beijo.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Corpos em chama</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">em torno do desejo.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Endoidecida</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">cerco-te, perco-me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Inicia-se a nossa</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">história de amor...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></p></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-12112623996934519222007-08-03T11:09:00.000+01:002007-08-03T11:15:16.119+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj042M8oxkSMTucOLAwpdt01Lzg-tBUaHum5okYjTfrJgXSQhjctQ1nEsMmUUw6G_1H3-hDUvjNSAJ_ztX1eDiY45Bl0LpwgiBpewIsJS0eGtne4ZEL4w_bkjfc0HQRfwET_OX31w/s1600-h/1370354[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094415266000508466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj042M8oxkSMTucOLAwpdt01Lzg-tBUaHum5okYjTfrJgXSQhjctQ1nEsMmUUw6G_1H3-hDUvjNSAJ_ztX1eDiY45Bl0LpwgiBpewIsJS0eGtne4ZEL4w_bkjfc0HQRfwET_OX31w/s400/1370354%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfMzjXn1uvXukGUAtQzt6GGNFSIhRvJh2UgQvo_JHNmApWPXS-eYY38_O7rVnYNY8zp9Xz7lE4Kc3H5dd0uA8oNRzgm1wYPoNFc5cXurE4rQBGd_DX_dsaD91Bjbg5lipWJYuOA/s1600-h/1370354[1].jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto: (Angelica)</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Uma tarde tranquila.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">A música , a nossa.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Um brilho nos olhos</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">a saudade que aperta</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">em meu peito!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">O som da tua voz!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Um pensamento...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Tu!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Um sonho...</span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span></strong></p>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-73746788381253379602007-07-10T12:28:00.000+01:002007-07-10T12:36:38.352+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTNGbrzyByeWSC6T5CYxTzoOdr1ragtx4kAn3TnN_3SprPUNvybPsxA-3w1KPj1lE12cCoAU1mrIFdjr6zn-bQdxHDTIhY1vX-T8akh9p_s43SlSwJ4k-1HAf7FkTIWvAUO9UFcw/s1600-h/claudia+p..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085530226108177410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTNGbrzyByeWSC6T5CYxTzoOdr1ragtx4kAn3TnN_3SprPUNvybPsxA-3w1KPj1lE12cCoAU1mrIFdjr6zn-bQdxHDTIhY1vX-T8akh9p_s43SlSwJ4k-1HAf7FkTIWvAUO9UFcw/s400/claudia+p..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFY83KdBc5jgSeCxMkYwyVHmeKygO_KtKerEjtTjV9fAVb8HLBlYkhlwwNUKRHYiVXRAZYogMHbU15K6abiXeefaEbxREJTzipQ-9B1ElNHSerwZ7mHk10IMDWKaC_ZkjShmvHaA/s1600-h/claudia+p..jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Claúdia P.)</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span></div><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nesta noite</span></div><div></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">que passa,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">o manto negro</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">da noite</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">irrompe sobre </span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">o céu cinzento.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Escuto o chilrear</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">dos pássaros</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">que me acompanham</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">sobrevoando </span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">sobre mim.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Lá ao fundo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">ouço um eco,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">és tu a chamar</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">pelo meu nome.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Respiro a brisa</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">alimentando-me</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">com esta escuridão.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Pertenço ao passado</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">permaneço quieta</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">até tarde,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">pois a noite </span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">chama por mim...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span></strong></span></div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-88896786381439369982007-06-26T15:33:00.000+01:002007-06-26T15:40:41.015+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-JQ-FzFC9TLhLJRdodyzXTneQ_6t2I2GTPB432_JyZtPq909RN646KAZ_BxeBySlDouuESGpWQ7skLQG6D7ro2r1ob06tiGqp5LjB5Tyz71v0h-voSL7-f55OliznraLnTd5Kg/s1600-h/rui+afonso.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080382381548074610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-JQ-FzFC9TLhLJRdodyzXTneQ_6t2I2GTPB432_JyZtPq909RN646KAZ_BxeBySlDouuESGpWQ7skLQG6D7ro2r1ob06tiGqp5LjB5Tyz71v0h-voSL7-f55OliznraLnTd5Kg/s400/rui+afonso.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSOIsje3VQXPAfvka3MrbtZ81MQmXSR7nOT-sS5rnyVYrheUE64tRnoGEEBdyYhY7ZsRkFV5LvodibGS1-im5DHW_2XAz2QNEV_lsh5eT1a0bCOaszhdgasKNGWuQF0HMjZ6IvQ/s1600-h/rui+afonso.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Rui Afonso)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Deslumbrante</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">inspiro</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">desejo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">sedução.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Suspiro excitada</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">toco-me,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">dilacero o teu sexo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">tenho tanta vontade de ti</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Levo-te ao êxtase</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">nossos corpos</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">sentiram-se e buscavam-se...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span></strong></span></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-23855919519173077942007-06-18T16:00:00.000+01:002007-06-18T16:21:16.350+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowCSreTGJOuAGfwfasEm-ef60eKFiM6AnfOAqZS20o2flmmPMYPFMnMKKonKaBJyzKimqS6LdqQ7VX67yAtkc7lZMJ3JtBFrk5ngsXhsOgdG1ZIHjL3W_4oEaqLpkOQsykqhYZg/s1600-h/desamor[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077423067476751906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowCSreTGJOuAGfwfasEm-ef60eKFiM6AnfOAqZS20o2flmmPMYPFMnMKKonKaBJyzKimqS6LdqQ7VX67yAtkc7lZMJ3JtBFrk5ngsXhsOgdG1ZIHjL3W_4oEaqLpkOQsykqhYZg/s400/desamor%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwEx7IJqivan40ulZNrPpbhxbYjfORnMyLqmCPL9Qu0m179N-b9KFbut-Hk7p1Etlacgo-4PrNG-5LJjZcw2FHESUgfFqQ6vdbA9r4osEx4lYPlokUw-jWiSq2m2_kjQw_JqR9A/s1600-h/desamor[1].jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Pois é meus amigos fui de novo atingida, desta vez pela seta do cupido.</span></div><div></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">A minha amiga ailéh nomeou-me para este desafio, então aqui vai o texto que escolhi:</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></blockquote><strong><span style="color:#000000;">e algumas palavras. Poucas</span></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>ditas como por acaso.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Eram contudo palavras de amor.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Não propriamente ditas, antes adivinhadas.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Ou só pressentidas.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></span></blockquote><span style="color:#000000;">(Eugénio de Andrade)</span></strong></span></span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></blockquote><div><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">E agora como tenho de nomear dez pessoas aqui fica os nomes e um beijo para todos eles:</span></div><div></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- sophie</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- azul</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- a.s</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- noite</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- secreta</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- joão J.R</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- fúria das águas</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- chronicles arclight</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- alex flôr negra</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- cherry blossom girl</span></div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-48075884656000634262007-06-13T16:15:00.000+01:002007-06-13T17:52:11.516+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TNSiXS0MhbIuthMGVQs01I-tn40SNIoAEcCfScQbqqnObVZrB3DTO9vo-5_y2WU1dQ1o8x4lBW93otYfS-UPdx8igP5kZJsvt3WBoWF4kOfZlkhiPXZPgIIwhDWirLWtiaB5Pg/s1600-h/beijos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075592256062453250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="299" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TNSiXS0MhbIuthMGVQs01I-tn40SNIoAEcCfScQbqqnObVZrB3DTO9vo-5_y2WU1dQ1o8x4lBW93otYfS-UPdx8igP5kZJsvt3WBoWF4kOfZlkhiPXZPgIIwhDWirLWtiaB5Pg/s400/beijos.jpg" width="199" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgNF7Peotq_q0fN6NX81GgkV1pXvNh8jrkOV-BUyNMtdA5y_OAZOHE8RZoKCE_Dfn9dldlFLk-L31C-35kr4EgU3LSoO9X2hUAne8QMOezMJOAenrMBKiy541Ygt_1hLCZ3uBpfw/s1600-h/beijos.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">A minha boca </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">e a tua</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">os lábios o toque.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">O beijo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">sentido</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">apreciado</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">em chama</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">com desejo.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Beija-me assim</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">o beijo saciado</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">açucarado</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">bailado</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">molhado</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">sem limites.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Fogo ardente</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">paixão eminente</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">continua o beijo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">para sempre...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span></strong></span></div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-82156623407389951182007-06-08T15:13:00.000+01:002007-06-08T15:26:13.916+01:00<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Pois é meus amigos também recebi um "Meme",</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">foi-me concebida pela Sophie do blog eco-de-mim.blogspot.com</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">e pelo Pedro do blog soprodovento.blogspot.com.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Assim sendo aqui fica o meu "Meme"</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Eu adormeci e achei que a vida era alegria</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Acordei e descobri que a vida era dever</span><br /></strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Cumpri o meu dever e descobri que ele era alegria</strong>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"><strong>(Paulo Coelho)</strong></span><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Agora em seguida a minha próxima tarefa será nomear algumas pessoas para a continuação da corrente "Meme".</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Obrigada aqueles que me nomearam e um beijo meu e um abraço da lua.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">As minhas nomeações vão para:</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- Lú</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- caminhosemsentido</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- pierrot</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">- gotículas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-24627449204834569612007-06-01T18:11:00.000+01:002007-06-04T11:51:05.969+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXcC7MGJvPs7NsIlAuckVs41Gy2GbotrehDixWwqeS486akWvHlt1ZUNOF8418o4wmWB37eLjuh7DYqOSsyKOKD_mAxOqt3Am1sDLQyypLH1HDeJTW3OI7cd8yLIBh74bqLEwWg/s1600-h/sandra+brito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071145118492058002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXcC7MGJvPs7NsIlAuckVs41Gy2GbotrehDixWwqeS486akWvHlt1ZUNOF8418o4wmWB37eLjuh7DYqOSsyKOKD_mAxOqt3Am1sDLQyypLH1HDeJTW3OI7cd8yLIBh74bqLEwWg/s400/sandra+brito.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Sandra Brito)</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Afundo-me em tua alma</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">desnudo-te com os meus olhos,</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">cada toque,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">cada beijo, cada carícia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">é um despertar para a vida.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Na teia que nos envolve</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">sente-se o momento de prazer</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">e as tuas mãos dedilham</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">o meu corpo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Faço do teu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">um labririnto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">com minha boca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">procuro a saída.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Entrego-me ao teu desejo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Em breve serás meu...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">(<strong>lisa)</strong></span></span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-19683281674812860672007-05-10T18:11:00.000+01:002007-05-11T15:50:39.025+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9xBMhE7s8XRuSIVCQlJIccLVNImh3Y-yUpRVDWImRIGpZAVW1Fll5yAZdhP7BfaruhTvKj-7HyvcGbWBVRYKBfyixbzfhf8lB7xmEqewDzCieD82Xa1GrJb8e-AqWGSGjtRGrQ/s1600-h/edna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062981247666306562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9xBMhE7s8XRuSIVCQlJIccLVNImh3Y-yUpRVDWImRIGpZAVW1Fll5yAZdhP7BfaruhTvKj-7HyvcGbWBVRYKBfyixbzfhf8lB7xmEqewDzCieD82Xa1GrJb8e-AqWGSGjtRGrQ/s400/edna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Edna Medici)<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Encosto o meu rosto</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">ao </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">travesseiro.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Restos de ti</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">permanecem</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">naquela cama</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">que no passado</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">foi o nosso</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">ninho do amor.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Procuro entre o abrigo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">o teu calor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">mas não encontro.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Amarroto com as </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">mãos os lençois,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">trincando os lábios,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">e grito por ti.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Um refúgio de silêncio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">manifesta-se.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sei que não estás a meu lado.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Desejo ter uma vez mais </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">nos meus braços o teu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">sensual e ter na tua boca o sabor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">dos teus beijos...</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span></strong></span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-15242950230242117152007-04-13T15:06:00.000+01:002007-04-13T15:23:09.401+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvuHcAUK53ALukBOdMnG9TpIv4ESIVEOGAw155-JdTs71r8OYFIT8X1Y5iOQvT5EIRoWN7RXZE3-yReEUDIDQnN5MqMFZu147pE2arwLkU0MOn56BJU-OTuGO6iheoje11mUrNQ/s1600-h/carpier.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052916242616133234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvuHcAUK53ALukBOdMnG9TpIv4ESIVEOGAw155-JdTs71r8OYFIT8X1Y5iOQvT5EIRoWN7RXZE3-yReEUDIDQnN5MqMFZu147pE2arwLkU0MOn56BJU-OTuGO6iheoje11mUrNQ/s400/carpier.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Carlos Carpier)</span></div><div><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Encerro a página </span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">da nossa vida.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Recordo os momentos.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">O tempo arrastou-se,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">envolvemo-nos.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Era demasiado tarde</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">para voltar atrás.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Estávamos tão distantes</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">mas tão próximos.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Ainda hoje sinto </span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">o sabor da tua voz</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">apenas isso.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Os sonhos que nos alimentavam</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">o desejo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">transformaram-se agora</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">em peças perdidas</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">de puzzles.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">As palavras, essas desapareceram</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">com o cansaço.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Esperei que o tempo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">pudesse trazer-me até ti</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">mas através dele apenas,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">tu desapareceste.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">E o tempo que agora</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">deixou de ser tempo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">desconhece o compasso</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">dos dias.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Resta apenas o silêncio.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Recomeço,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">outra página na minha vida.</span></div><div><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-60285749503325100632007-03-06T15:37:00.000+00:002007-03-10T19:39:08.819+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblTLaJVs83LWICgECB4I7Vve47dKKL7XAgzziwZsoIQ5AaptAQphAGx6AX8OcjKR1bP7gDQ9wh5ZmKmPlxEIK1LDdMmRp_CRRHAkukCPGxSFpjLYZhCdkYcQxzgchg9OO02FzfQ/s1600-h/1068845[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038845696554811554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblTLaJVs83LWICgECB4I7Vve47dKKL7XAgzziwZsoIQ5AaptAQphAGx6AX8OcjKR1bP7gDQ9wh5ZmKmPlxEIK1LDdMmRp_CRRHAkukCPGxSFpjLYZhCdkYcQxzgchg9OO02FzfQ/s400/1068845%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTx-mWCEV8E8bqe_FWquPZ4pWO6qbVXEilExpn4ZV3PFinyoAywORceulDSyQntiJ3ZLNyq8o0Fx9aDCEESWqUu5Rk2UKXZXUVujDLCyiwizzjlqG_VM-58hfNHQahERezcUDAg/s1600-h/1068845[1].jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(A.Brito)</span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><blockquote><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></p></blockquote><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">N</span></strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">esta noite que passa</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">O</span></strong>nde o tempo se</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span></strong>nstala</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span></strong>atu-o teu nome</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">E</span></strong>m minha alma</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span></strong>obre esta condição.</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">D</span></span></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">á-me o que tens</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">E</span> </strong>o que não tens</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">L</span></span></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">eva-me ao rubro.</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">U</span></strong>ma vasta luz persiste</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span></strong>braseada, o</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></span></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">C</span></span></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">éu perluz e</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">H</span></strong>oje sinto que sou tua</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">E</span></strong>ntrego-me </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span></strong>mediatamente</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span></strong>gora e sempre.</span></span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"><strong><blockquote><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></p></blockquote><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span></strong></span></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1171630852066629292007-02-16T12:57:00.000+00:002007-02-16T13:00:52.090+00:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/1600/530068/a%20brito%2020.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/400/939010/a%20brito%2020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(A. Brito)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">Esta noite</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">mais do que nunca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">quero tuas mãos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">em minha pele,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">teu cheiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">em meu corpo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">sou lua</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">nua</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">crua</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">toma-me </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">sou tua...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1170949301039040402007-02-08T15:36:00.000+00:002007-02-08T16:42:50.253+00:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/1600/307406/jordis%20koppe.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/400/428725/jordis%20koppe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Jordis Koppe)</span><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">Do teu corpo </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">quero paixão</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">tua pele</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">o calor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">teu cheiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">o desejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">pelo teu toque</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">anseio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">da tua boca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">quero o beijo...</span><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1169814844956304912007-01-26T12:24:00.000+00:002007-02-08T16:49:39.340+00:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/1600/674417/lua%202.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/400/94148/lua%202.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">Caminhando pelos vales</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">vou por aí</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">ao sabor do vento</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">busco-te</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">fecho os olhos </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">e sonho-te.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">A lua cintila</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">e o brilho das estrelas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">desenham no céu</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">o teu nome.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">Rodopio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">entre as flores que me envolvem</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">vagueio perdida</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">pelos sonhos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">O som da brisa da noite</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">o calor que se faz sentir</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">faz de mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">uma mulher amada,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">mulher senhora,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">senhora das noites</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">e das brumas...</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1169225697030990802007-01-19T16:38:00.000+00:002007-02-08T17:01:25.973+00:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/1600/648691/amanda%20com%203.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/400/14027/amanda%20com%203.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Amanda Com)</span><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Desço os degraus</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">e em gestos provocantes</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">chamo por ti.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Tu fixas-me atentamente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">faço do meu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">uma tela</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">onde tu desenhas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">em minha pele com a boca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">beijos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">os nossos com aroma de café.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Perco o norte</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">entre as carícias</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">que trocamos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Audácia pura</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">paixão fulminante</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">extravio os sentidos de tanto te amar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">toco o teu sexo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">e claramente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">tudo se transforma.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A tua voz poética</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">ao dizeres-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">que as formas do meu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">levam-te ao êxtase</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">fazem-me sentir amada.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Retalhos de mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">procuram no espelho da alma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">a felicidade.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Juntos formamos uma cascata</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">onde corre água constante.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Só a morte me assusta.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Um rasto de negrume teima</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">bater em meu coração.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Idializo o nosso amor </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">em resquícios</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">de uma paixão</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">num ninho</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">guarnecido</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">de versos e poesia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">que cubriu a vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">em sonhos dispersos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Nosso amor é inesgotável</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">e lapido sobre a pedra</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">palavras celestiais.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Um eco constante</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">envolve-nos entre</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">o tempo que nos resta.</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com21