tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130222462011-11-23T11:46:05.384ZA lua tem o formato que me encanta...o brilho que me atrai...a beleza que me fascina...lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.comBlogger1421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-25834772932586328782009-04-17T16:16:00.003+01:002009-04-17T16:29:57.731+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SeiebZTlaoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Cnll0V0P5lw/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SeiebZTlaoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Cnll0V0P5lw/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-2583477293258632878?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-62096585335471991712009-02-26T23:58:00.002Z2009-02-27T00:03:32.962Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SactM4PW4nI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4AobFltZ06w/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SactM4PW4nI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4AobFltZ06w/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-6209658533547199171?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-13644986562298526882008-12-11T22:31:00.002Z2008-12-11T22:39:05.788Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SUGV8AbXsbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vcqaMqfh5C8/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SUGV8AbXsbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vcqaMqfh5C8/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-1364498656229852688?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SL2F7rjC6NI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KI00oBWbAfk/s1600-h/vazectomia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241492801677617362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SL2F7rjC6NI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KI00oBWbAfk/s400/vazectomia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SL2FHS6e_GI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZvkcIkjdnss/s1600-h/vazectomia.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SL2ErO77BoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0rGuVOgfa3s/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-5752201951040001324?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SEkF9aeTmJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xstNfVrvirc/s1600-h/yes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208700996667283602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SEkF9aeTmJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xstNfVrvirc/s400/yes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SEkFbWrYVCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zSZQGH0eMx0/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-6579395472127634486?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-84616736944460759772008-05-16T19:43:00.002+01:002008-05-16T19:48:35.166+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SC3WzUork7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/LlDE8KJjk9E/s1600-h/d+di+arte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201049321883800498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SC3WzUork7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/LlDE8KJjk9E/s400/d+di+arte.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SC3V9kork6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/N5iODLRM7gM/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-8461673694446075977?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SAzWyRdKLgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3n0benU8vsE/s1600-h/wendell+freitas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191760629618847234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/SAzWyRdKLgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3n0benU8vsE/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-3233729208815669134?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-10189288761459541532008-03-01T22:28:00.005Z2008-03-01T22:41:39.142Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/R8nayfnpOlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SPzDCzmySxk/s1600-h/1729070[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172906208027818578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/R8nayfnpOlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SPzDCzmySxk/s400/1729070%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/R8nZ_fnpOkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/byOZRg5K2SY/s1600-h/1729070[1].jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/R8nYy_npOjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vg6J2v83Zsc/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 &amp; 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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-1018928876145954153?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-53800171840938425162007-10-30T18:02:00.000Z2007-10-30T19:11:18.734Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/Rydz-qNoAmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qocEufXFhKE/s1600-h/tuta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127194221105119842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/Rydz-qNoAmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qocEufXFhKE/s400/tuta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/Rydx9aNoAlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OkLXzx9nmCU/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-5380017184093842516?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-53659352560743414152007-09-17T18:15:00.000+01:002007-09-17T18:33:42.904+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/Ru65Bc6HJ7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/0f48q3KvrQU/s1600-h/1454990[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111226061703030706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/Ru65Bc6HJ7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/0f48q3KvrQU/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-5365935256074341415?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RtVd5RHJvFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uS3Sccj2Y6E/s1600-h/beijo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104088991121652818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RtVd5RHJvFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uS3Sccj2Y6E/s400/beijo.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RtVdrRHJvEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SySZL2vFECM/s1600-h/beijo.bmp"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RtVc_hHJvDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KZAM-fxR430/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-2066496110266322359?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RrL_sWxJljI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZeZuMcg40ls/s1600-h/1370354[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094415266000508466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RrL_sWxJljI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZeZuMcg40ls/s400/1370354%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RrL_GmxJliI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ygihz3-xqUU/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-1211262399693451922?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RpNuy92wnAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/p2Er_K6rMvU/s1600-h/claudia+p..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085530226108177410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RpNuy92wnAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/p2Er_K6rMvU/s400/claudia+p..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RpNtvN2wm_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fpZxI3Drins/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-7374678838125337960?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RoEk2-dTdnI/AAAAAAAAADs/XxA7j7jmotQ/s1600-h/rui+afonso.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080382381548074610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RoEk2-dTdnI/AAAAAAAAADs/XxA7j7jmotQ/s400/rui+afonso.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RoEkCudTdmI/AAAAAAAAADk/aWLbnrbU28s/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-8889678638143936998?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RnahYOdTdiI/AAAAAAAAADI/_5aQK49vQxI/s1600-h/desamor[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077423067476751906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RnahYOdTdiI/AAAAAAAAADI/_5aQK49vQxI/s400/desamor%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RnafC-dTdhI/AAAAAAAAADA/9QzRIX_Ws4k/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-2385591951917307794?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RnAgQ-dTdgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1bJFU7Bp0l8/s1600-h/beijos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075592256062453250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="299" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RnAgQ-dTdgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1bJFU7Bp0l8/s400/beijos.jpg" width="199" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RnALjudTdeI/AAAAAAAAACo/CG_AOGd7hc4/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-4807588465600063426?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-8215662340738995118?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RmBTngAs4ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/P_0hh2_3QYc/s1600-h/sandra+brito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071145118492058002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RmBTngAs4ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/P_0hh2_3QYc/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-2462744920483456961?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RkNSnrOdPgI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZnLnf8aAQn8/s1600-h/edna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062981247666306562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RkNSnrOdPgI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZnLnf8aAQn8/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-1968328167481286067?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/Rh-QjRjvpnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aChXePtZjZ4/s1600-h/carpier.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052916242616133234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/Rh-QjRjvpnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aChXePtZjZ4/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-1524295023024211715?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-60285749503325100632007-03-06T15:37:00.000Z2007-03-10T19:39:08.819Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/Re2Tds0nwKI/AAAAAAAAABw/lpjkkYFFK3M/s1600-h/1068845[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038845696554811554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/Re2Tds0nwKI/AAAAAAAAABw/lpjkkYFFK3M/s400/1068845%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/Re2LhM0nwJI/AAAAAAAAABo/00zj2NC9Kag/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-6028574950332510063?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1171630852066629292007-02-16T12:57:00.000Z2007-02-16T13:00:52.090Z<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-117163085206662929?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1170949301039040402007-02-08T15:36:00.000Z2007-02-08T16:42:50.253Z<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-117094930103904040?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1169814844956304912007-01-26T12:24:00.000Z2007-02-08T16:49:39.340Z<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116981484495630491?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1169225697030990802007-01-19T16:38:00.000Z2007-02-08T17:01:25.973Z<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116922569703099080?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1168962691150501372007-01-16T15:30:00.000Z2007-01-16T15:51:31.346Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/1600/137113/SANDRA%20BRITO%201.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/400/367969/SANDRA%20BRITO%201.jpg" border="0" /></a><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%;"></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%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(A.Brito)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">braço</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">(a)braço</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">abraça-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">com ternura</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">paixão</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">condição</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">braço</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">(a)braço</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">abraça-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">com teu olhar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sedutor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">expressivo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">tentador</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">braço</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">(a)braço</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">abraça-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">com tua boca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">gulosa</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">apetitosa</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">teus beijos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">com desejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">com sabor a nós</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">braço</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">(a)braço</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">abraça-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">simplesmente...</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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116896269115050137?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1167754062748343002007-01-02T16:01:00.000Z2007-01-02T16:07:42.793Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/1600/262465/amanda%20com5.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/400/656503/amanda%20com5.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Amanda Com)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Roçar de corpos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">tactear de lábios.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Almas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">copuladas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">mentes </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">em êxtase</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">modo de </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">inter(agir)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sedução</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">conspiração.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Paixão</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">em erupção,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">indícios de ti</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">chamam por mim.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">És o meu ídolo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o meu tesouro</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o meu sonho</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o meu vício...</span><br /><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><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116775406274834300?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1166445955102905672006-12-18T12:38:00.000Z2006-12-18T17:18:53.693Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/1600/953998/paulo%20mendes.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/400/145676/paulo%20mendes.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Paulo Mendes)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Percorro a calçada</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">com os meus pensamentos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">pondero</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">relembro os momentos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">os nossos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Bate a saudade</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">um telefonema</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">oiço a tua voz sublime</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">resgatamos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o suficiente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">para o encontro.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Espero-te</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">A tarde de Outono</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">aproxima-se</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">seguras a minha mão</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e enamorados</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">como dois adolescentes</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">no banco do jardim</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">roubas-me um beijo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">gostei, ai se gostei!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">os olhares cheios de paixão</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">as carícias</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">há magia.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">No esplendor da tarde</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que anuncia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">envolvemo-nos de ternura</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e ficamos enlaçados</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">no silêncio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que promete</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e compromete</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">nossos destinos...</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116644595510290567?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1165318945457295642006-12-05T11:38:00.000Z2006-12-05T11:42:25.513Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/1600/874030/angelica.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5845/1128/400/12759/angelica.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Angélica)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Sinto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">presinto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">tu...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Delírio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sonho</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">quimera</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">eu...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Simultaneamente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">partilha</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">percurso em asfalto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sintonia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">utopia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">nós...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(lisa</span>)</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116531894545729564?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1164710139303404342006-11-28T10:31:00.000Z2006-11-28T10:35:39.326Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/brito.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/brito.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:85%;color:#ffffff;">Encontro</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">des(encontro)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">alinho</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">desalinho</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">limite</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">exaustão</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">momentos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">em mente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">(a)guardo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">guardo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">assume-se</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">esvai-se</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">chegou ao fim...</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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116471013930340434?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1164025078166118312006-11-20T12:12:00.000Z2006-11-20T12:17:58.193Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/espirito%20da%20luz%201%20.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/espirito%20da%20luz%201%20.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="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Espírito da luz)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Premedito</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">dito</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">em voz baixa.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Soletro</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">as palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sílaba por sílaba.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">No entanto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">solto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">um sossurro,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o previsto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">silêncio.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Surge a entrega</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de corpos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">movimento</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">coligação.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Por fim</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">enfim</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">descobre-se...</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116402507816611831?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1163433157732241492006-11-13T15:47:00.000Z2006-11-13T15:52:37.796Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/beijo188[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/beijo188%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Dissipadamente</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a noite cintila.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Um vestígio de indefiníveis seres.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">A luz produz o vasto pátio do Outono.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Uma inesperada palavra assume-se</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">perdemo-nos entre loucuras.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Há sobre o nosso olhar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">um domínio sedutor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e abrasador.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Somos, intensamente amantes.</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116343315773224149?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1162901466361346312006-11-07T11:59:00.000Z2006-11-07T16:36:38.616Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/espirito%20da%20luz.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/espirito%20da%20luz.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:(Espírito da Luz)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Procurei por ti</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o repercutido som da brisa da noite</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o sentido das palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a água transparente que corre no rio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">um navio a deslizar no mar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a paixão obsessiva pelas estrelas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o ruído latejante dos sonhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">as cores do arco-iris explodindo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">como foguetes em final de ano</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a neve que escorre nas montanhas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">todo o meu ser</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">procura-te.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Descobri</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">teu rosto reluzente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">doce era a tua alma.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Acordei, sonhava-te!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">invento-te e o céu </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">escurece</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sobre esta triste condição.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">O meu amor por ti</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">é uma rua que começa.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">A luz irrompe onde nenhuma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">estrela brilha.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">A noite torna-se longa</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e tudo à minha volta entristece.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Estranho-me,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Procuro-te uma vez mais</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">mas não te encontro.</span><br /><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><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116290146636134631?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1162212380368210782006-10-30T12:40:00.000Z2006-10-30T12:46:20.396Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/angelica%201.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/angelica%201.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="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Angélica)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">As palavras que trocámos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">os sentimentos que vivemos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Tua ausência</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">permanece.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Talvez seja eu </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que exija demasiado</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">ou talvez seja eu</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que te ame mais</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">do que devia.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">O amor,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">as palavras,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o carinho,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a paixão</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a saudade que sinto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de ti, de nós</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">desperta em mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o vazio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de quem um dia amei</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e foi embora</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sem dizer adeus.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116221238036821078?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1160999284462107572006-10-16T12:35:00.000+01:002006-10-16T12:48:05.053+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/ricardo%20duarte.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/ricardo%20duarte.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Ricardo Duarte)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">A lua chega de mansinho</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">com a noite.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">E rasteira, entrega-se ao mar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">A paisagem transforma-se </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">em cor de bronze.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">No horizonte surge magia,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">delíneo as margens</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que giram em seu redor.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Na escuridão da noite</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">procuro encontrar o silêncio,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de certa forma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">fico acomodada.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Tudo em volta</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">desperta transcendência.</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116099928446210757?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1160151517892788872006-10-06T17:12:00.000+01:002006-10-06T17:18:37.926+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/esp??rito"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/esp%3F%3Frito%20da%20luz.jpg" border="0" /></a><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%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Espírito da Luz)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Num passo agitado</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">balanço</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">contorno o teu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sobre o olhar discreto.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">No espaço que nos envolve</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">percorro sem hesitar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e contendo a dança</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">mantenho o equilíbrio.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Em meu redor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">és uma miragem</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que brota em mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sentimentos contagiantes,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">fantasias mirabulantes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Fixo teu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">mergulho no desafio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">perdida à deriva</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">rumo em busca de ti</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">insisto, </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e num ápice</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">descubro-te.</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-116015151789278887?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1159268818056851032006-09-26T12:01:00.000+01:002006-09-26T12:06:58.060+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/g??das.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/g%3F%3Fdas.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="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Gódas)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Quero uma palavra ardente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que me condene</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que me sacie</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">quero uma palavra</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que me faça vibrar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">arrepiar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que dê significado e sentido,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que justifique</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o sentimento</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que dizes sentir por mim.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Quero uma palavra</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que me cale</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que me faça sentir</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">desejada</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e me faça sentir amada...</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115926881805685103?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1159180007124620362006-09-25T11:17:00.000+01:002006-09-25T11:26:47.150+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/jos??"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/jos%3F%3F%20de%20abreu.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(José de Abreu)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Enrosco-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">no teu peito</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">em busca do teu calor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e sinto-me protegida.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Pressinto o teu respirar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">ao meu ouvido.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Todo o meu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">vibra de prazer.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Na nossa cama,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">nossos corpos entrelaçados</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">desejam-se.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Toco o teu sexo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">na bravura do desejo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Mergulhamos no infinito.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Somos o momento poético...</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115918000712462036?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1158577079512238892006-09-18T11:50:00.000+01:002006-09-18T11:57:59.516+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/21.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/21.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nua </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">escuto o capitular da chuva.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Espero-te.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">A lareira</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a música</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o perfume</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o teu preferido</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">tu chegas </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e mansamente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">rasgas um sorriso maroto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">enrosco-me em ti</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">ponho-te à prova</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">nossos corpos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sentiram-se e buscavam-se...</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115857707951223889?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1158059166172269542006-09-12T12:00:00.000+01:002006-09-12T12:06:06.200+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/paulo%20cesar.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/paulo%20cesar.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><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%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Paulo César)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Suco de néctar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">doce de mel</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">gelado de café.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Tentação divina</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">nesta deliciosa</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">mistura de sabores</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">desejo apetecível!</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">aroma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o nosso</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de néctar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de mel</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de café.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Delírio este</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de te provar.</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115805916617226954?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1157624529269507922006-09-07T11:15:00.000+01:002006-09-07T11:22:09.290+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/sagher.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/sagher.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><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%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Sagher)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Deixa-me!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">tocar-te</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">cheirar-te</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">beijar-te</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">amar-te</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Deixa-me!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que eu te ofereça uma flor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que a minha alma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">invada a tua.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Deixa-me!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">falar-te das coisas boas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que a vida tem</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">oferecer-te um mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">cheio de sonhos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Deixa-me!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">ser lua para iluminar o teu âmago</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">ser estrela cadente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">para realizar os teus desejos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Deixa-me!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">ser o teu poema</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Deixa-me!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">ser tua.</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115762452926950792?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1157126329736643742006-09-01T16:50:00.000+01:002006-09-01T16:58:49.826+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/dominique%20lefort.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/dominique%20lefort.jpg" width="283" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><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%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Dominique Lefort)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Entre prosa e poesia, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">troca de olhares,</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">palavras que no momento</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">tornam-se desnecessárias</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">solta-se o beijo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e mansamente os corpos buscam-se.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">A lua sorri</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">as estrelas dançam</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a noite fica nostálgica</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e repleta de luz.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">somos dois seres num só.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Sou Afrodite </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">tu Apolo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115712632973664374?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1155579255253402042006-08-14T19:01:00.000+01:002006-08-16T18:28:39.210+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/E%20Kellerman056.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/E%20Kellerman056.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Sinto-te</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">quando as estrelas dançam para mim</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sinto-te</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">quando cintila a lua...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de imediato,</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sinto-te e sinto-me tua.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115557925525340204?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1154947906818596892006-08-07T11:45:00.000+01:002006-08-08T20:40:38.273+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/chuva_amor[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/chuva_amor%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">És silêncio da noite</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">que lampeja num sonho agitado</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">sobre beijos de chuva</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">entre lábios sequiosos.</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">És sonho azul</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">que nasce dentro da alma indefenido</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e que brota subitamente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">com aroma de mil cores.</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">És sonho intenso</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">que oscila em nostalgia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e me faz sentir mulher.</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">És sonho</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o meu...</span><br /></span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115494790681859689?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1154432175973556702006-08-01T12:23:00.000+01:002006-08-01T12:36:16.003+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/04-12-04[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/04-12-04%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">De caneta e papel na mão</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">escrevo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Beijo em poema</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">palavras soltas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que vão e que voltam</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">em busca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">do significado,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">das loucuras</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">do nosso amor.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">A saudade que sinto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de ti e de mim.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Os olhares que trocámos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">as carícias que dilacerámos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o futuro que idializámos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">as lágrimas discrepantes que derramei</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de tanto amor, de tanta paixão.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Tudo isso tenho gravado</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">dentro do meu peito.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">É certo que tudo </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o que escrevo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">são palavras, recordações, lembranças</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">do que outrora foi o nosso amor.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Sinto que renasci de uma forma insólita</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sei que tudo isto não se renovará</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">se pudesse decidir a quem amar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a quem desejar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a quem se quer dar tudo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">serias tu, sem dúvida.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Mas talvez seja melhor esquecer,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">simplesmente esquecer,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e deixar apenas o tempo (de)correr...</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115443217597355670?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1154081967698869032006-07-28T11:13:00.000+01:002006-07-29T20:19:49.166+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/corpos[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/corpos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Quero um beijo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">concedendo o desejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">beijo gostoso</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">dulcíssimo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">beijo saboroso</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">em deleite suavíssimo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">derramando a noite</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">contemplando</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o prazer</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">beijo louco</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">leve, repleto de vontade</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">beijo áureo, ardente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">concebido, entre nós</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">...</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">vem embriaga-me com os teus beijos...</span><br /></span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115408196769886903?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1153739481785496202006-07-24T12:04:00.000+01:002006-07-25T18:05:04.620+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/noite.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/noite.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Um feiticeiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">acende o Universo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Levanto, assim</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">o meu corpo de vénus.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Do meu leito</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">escorre a saudade,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">a densidade infinita.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Vejo as estrelas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Contudo fecho os olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">mas no meu ser</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">existe ainda o Universo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">íntimo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Existe o céu coberto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">de claridade,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">sombroso,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">reflexo de galáxias.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Toda esta luz</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">que brota, no cair da noite</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">condena-me,<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">transforma-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">em noite de lua cheia.</span><br /><br /></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115373948178549620?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1153307552838917702006-07-19T12:06:00.000+01:002006-07-23T22:17:35.576+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/rui%20bonito.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/rui%20bonito.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><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%;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Rui Bonito)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Tumultuosamente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">pinto-te em tela</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">teu corpo de efebo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">teu rosto dócil.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Desenho-te</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">delicadamente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">descobrindo o fascínio.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">De pincel e aguarela,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">sonhei o monumento</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">que pintando vou,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">enquanto invento</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">a tua quimera...</span><br /></span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115330755283891770?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1153136854133679212006-07-17T12:42:00.000+01:002006-07-23T22:16:13.206+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/jose%20gama.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/jose%20gama.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(José Gama)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Revelo-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">em segredo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Revelo-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">em sussurro</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Revelo-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">em beijos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Desperto em meu sonho.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Invadida pelo desejo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">pulsando em meu corpo</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">...</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">misteriosamente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Revelo-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">em ti.</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115313685413367921?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1152874217481945182006-07-14T11:23:00.000+01:002006-07-14T12:43:00.226+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/bjo[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/bjo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/conjuncao_venus_lua_20020414[1].jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Imagino o teu rosto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">vejo-o diante de mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">como abstracto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">na sombra da aura.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Em minha alma sagrada</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">uma lágrima atemoriza</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">enquanto meu rosto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">enfraquece.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">A lua, a noite</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">cismam a meu lado.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">A estremecida lágrima</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">cintila.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">O meu desejo está presente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Ei-la, alheia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">aos meus olhos. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">E longínquo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">no espaço<br />é uma estrela</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">mais uma,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">entre muitas outras</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que subiu ao céu.</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115287421748194518?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1152702059975051702006-07-12T11:53:00.000+01:002006-07-13T20:16:19.363+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/rui%20bonito.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/rui%20bonito.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Rui Bonito)</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Inspiro quietude</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">desenho-te na minha memória</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">deixo-me levar sem preconceito</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">revelo-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">em gestos, diálogo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e fantasias.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Procuro-te.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Audácia a minha</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">em obstinar no teu ser</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Após o nosso encontro</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">perco-me em ti.</span><br /></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><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /></span></span><span style="color:#333333;"></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115270205997505170?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1152530093604772032006-07-10T12:07:00.000+01:002006-07-10T12:14:53.626+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/fernando%20bicho1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/fernando%20bicho1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><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%;color:#ffffff;">Autor:(Fernando Bicho)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Fugaz angústia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">por disfrutar teu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e em minhas mãos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">converter o teu sexo.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Extraordinária locução</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">da minha vontade </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">do meu espírito</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de te ter.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Corpos em chama</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">anseio constante</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">tentação,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a tua,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a minha,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">em nos disfrutarmos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">compulsivamente...</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115253009360477203?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1152271523946632962006-07-07T12:19:00.000+01:002006-07-07T12:25:24.006+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/policarpo[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/policarpo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Teus</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">meus</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">gemidos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">gritos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sussurros,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">tuas,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">minhas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">mãos a delinearem</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">nossos corpos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">nós em notável reciprocidade de êxtase</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">... o nosso especial ninho de amor...</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115227152394663296?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1152098196813274542006-07-05T11:35:00.000+01:002006-07-05T12:16:36.966+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/silvia%20antunes.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/silvia%20antunes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/sonhos-proibidos41[1].jpg"></a><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:(Silvia Antunes)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Tenho a alma invadida</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">pelos sonhos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sonhos que me acompanham,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que de alguma forma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">me fascinam,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">me contemplam,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">me fazem viver...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Porque os sonhos dão</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sentido e significado</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">ao passado </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">ao presente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e ao futuro</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">porque os sonhos são</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a fisionomia do nosso</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">mundo sonhado...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">É pelos sonhos que me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">deixo levar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Gosto dos sonhos porque </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">me enchem de esperança</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e com esperança vivo todos os dias...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115209819681327454?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1151936438329178512006-07-03T15:11:00.000+01:002006-07-03T15:34:59.936+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/yuri%20b..jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/yuri%20b..jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Yuri B.)</span><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Serei espírito de luz planetária</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">serei a verdade escondida</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">serei a realidade do ser</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">serei gotícula em noite de Outono </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">serei sublime suplício</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">serei sonho inventado</span><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Não!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sim.</span><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Serei esfíngie em delírio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">serei mística universal</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">serei rubro indefenido</span><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">...</span><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sou alma negra,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">insondável mistério</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">de noites e de mares.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sou delícia letal,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">cântico de júbilo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sou...</span><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115193643832917851?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1151665630516626162006-06-30T12:01:00.000+01:002006-07-08T12:30:16.923+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/sou[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/sou%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 /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Por mais que pareça impossível</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Por mais muros que se ergam</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Acredito neste sonho</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Que é atingir o inatingível</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Porque sei que é destino</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Um dia, a noite amar o dia,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">E até as estrelas se vão acender</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Com a Lua no Sol em perfeita sintonia</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Sofia Muller)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115166563051662616?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1151574399084423402006-06-29T10:37:00.000+01:002006-07-08T12:28:44.136+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/03[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/03%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">sinto as tuas mãos nos meus cabelos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">escorregando entre teus dedos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e o passeio que eles fazem no meu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">sinto as minhas mãos nos teus cabelos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">escorregando entre meus dedos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e o passeio que eles fazem no teu corpo</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">sinto</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">a curva das tuas sobrancelhas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">os teus lábios</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o teu pescoço</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">os teus ombros</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o teu peito</span><br /></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e </span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">tudo o que se segue</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">sinto</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">que o encontro dos nossos corpos</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">,meu amor,</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">sabe sempre a pouco</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Gabriela Rocha Martins)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115157439908442340?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1151423300904521822006-06-27T16:44:00.000+01:002006-06-28T19:28:42.643+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/sussurro.jpg[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/sussurro.jpg%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Apetece-me a tua boca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">apetece-me o teu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">apetece-me sussurrar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">docemente ao teu ouvido,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>GOSTO-TE.</strong></span><br /></span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115142330090452182?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1151331444709023252006-06-26T14:47:00.000+01:002006-06-26T15:17:24.743+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/pas02-01[1].1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/pas02-01%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/pas02-01[1].0.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/pas02-01[1].jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/bailado-C[1].jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Em noites de lua cheia<br />iluminada<br />pelo seu brilho<br />e sua beleza<br />estrelas cadentes<br />percorrem o céu<br />deixando um rasto<br />de cores perfeitas e cintilantes. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115133144470902325?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1151070735993752052006-06-23T14:43:00.000+01:002006-06-23T14:52:16.113+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/1000imagens[84].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/1000imagens%5B84%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Pedro da Costa Pereira)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Uma ida à praia...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">troca de palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">um telefonema</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">um sorriso</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">uma troca de olhares</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">uma amizade</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">uma troca de e-mail</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">pensamentos constantes</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">vontades loucas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">uma saudade incontrolável</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">um coração entrestecido</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">uma paixão arrebatadora</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">um sentimento impetuoso</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o sonho de um amor impossível...</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115107073599375205?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1150986466830781862006-06-22T15:14:00.000+01:002006-06-27T13:52:33.976+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/beijo[2].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/beijo%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">O melhor beijo é o beijo desejado,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o beijo que me completa,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o beijo da minha forma adequada,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o beijo com o sabor do desejo na flor da</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">minha pele,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o beijo da minha vontade,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o beijo que faz o meu pensamento,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o beijo que faz a minha boca e meu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">querer um novo beijo outra vez.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">O melhor beijo é o beijo sem tempo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o beijo de longa duração ou de pouca </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">duração,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">um beijo de vinte segundos ou de vinte </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">minutos, isto não importa.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">O tempo não conta, enquanto se beija o</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">tempo pára, o tempo freia.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">E nesta inércia do tempo só sinto a louca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">vontade de mais um beijo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sinto a outra língua que de encontro com a</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">minha faz um</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">passeio suave e excintante, humedecendo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">minha alma.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sinto a língua que viaja dos dentes ao céu</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">da boca.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sinto a língua que acarinha os meus lábios.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">A língua e a língua...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">_ A língua que me roça, que me percorre,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">que me navega e que me lambe...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">O melhor beijo é o beijo em que a língua</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">faz o beijo.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">"E o beijo faz o sexo"</span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Angela Marta Camargo Casimiro)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115098646683078186?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1150886437345930412006-06-21T11:34:00.000+01:002006-06-22T21:55:07.630+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/j.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/j.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Jovelino Almeida)</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">ter-te aqui</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>QUERO</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">constantemente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>SONHAR</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">em mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>ETERNAMENTE</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">entrar no teu mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>CONTIGO</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e permanecer</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>MEU AMOR</strong></span><br /></span><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115088643734593041?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1150801068565563332006-06-20T11:51:00.000+01:002006-06-20T11:57:48.596+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/x%20maya.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/x%20maya.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(X. Maya)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Mata-me a fome de te ter</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">saceia-me o desejo de te amar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">ofusca-me com o teu olhar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">com o teu toque</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">dedilha o meu corpo que é teu</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e que tão bem conheces...</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115080106856556333?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1150726178537641332006-06-19T15:05:00.000+01:002006-06-22T21:52:21.963+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><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%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto: (Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Quero sentir teu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">de encontro ao meu.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Tua boca molhada na minha.</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Deseja-me devagar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">quero saborear cada gesto teu...</span><br /></span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115072617853764133?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1150456981933215282006-06-16T12:18:00.000+01:002006-06-22T21:49:52.276+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/marcus%20lindner.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="252" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/marcus%20lindner.jpg" width="181" border="0" /></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="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Marcus Lindner)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Olho-te</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Toco-te</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Cheiro-te</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Provo-te</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Meu amor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sei-te de cor.</span><br /></span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115045698193321528?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1150285560125005332006-06-14T12:40:00.000+01:002006-06-22T21:46:29.146+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/de%20haan.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/de%20haan.jpg" width="249" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Haan)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Quero um beijo sem fim,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">que dure a vida inteira e aplaque meu desejo!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Ferve-me o sangue. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Acalma-o com teu beijo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Beija-me assim!</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Olavo Bilac)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115028556012500533?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1150206797160341902006-06-13T14:44:00.000+01:002006-06-18T21:11:13.753+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/amantes[1].4.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/320/amantes%5B1%5D.3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Vem meu amor corroer o pensamento dos deuses</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e fazer de seus desígnios</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">projectos invictos reais nossos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">vem brincar com os duendes</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e construir imagens realidades</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"><em>(o mundo</em></span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><em>além do nosso quarto</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><em>é uma construção bizarra)</em></span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Vem meu amor recriar o infinito</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">abrir os olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">brincar com as estrelas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e mergulhar no mar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">vem de manhã ao acordar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">ser o outro</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">.poema.</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /></span><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;">(Gabriela Rocha Martins)</span></strong></span><br /></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115020679716034190?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1150131038548126162006-06-12T17:43:00.001+01:002006-06-12T17:50:38.576+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/coigny-christian-le-reveil-4800078[1].0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/coigny-christian-le-reveil-4800078%5B1%5D.0.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="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Chistiah Coigny)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Chorei muitas vezes</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">na esperança de te encontrar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">nas profundezas onde </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">os sentimentos habitam</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">contemplam-se as palavras e</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">os sentimentos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Tudo foi em vão...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Porquê?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">- Talvez não valesse a pena.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-115013103854812616?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1149871684720955262006-06-09T16:50:00.000+01:002006-06-09T17:58:27.743+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/jose%20gama.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/jose%20gama.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(José Gama)</span><br /></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Preciso que me olhes nos olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Que me decifres em ti</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">E me sintas, além do toque</span><br /></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Preciso que me olhes nos olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Que te deites desperto em mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">E me proves, além dos beijos</span><br /></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Preciso que me olhes nos olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Que te atires em meus abraços</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">E me bebas, além dos meus cheiros</span><br /></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Preciso que me olhes nos olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Que me dedilhes com os dedos do coração</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">E me encantes, além dos desejos</span><br /></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Preciso que me olhes nos olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Que me dispas em teus lábios</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">E me conheças, além das palavras</span><br /></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Preciso que me olhes nos olhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Que me arranques suspiros e tremores</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">E teu gosto fique em mim, depois do amor...</span><br /></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Fernanda Guimarães)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114987168472095526?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1149766880022696772006-06-08T12:32:00.000+01:002006-06-16T11:05:45.830+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/ton%20dirven%201.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/ton%20dirven%201.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:(Ton Dirven)</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">É tarde e onde estás?</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Faz-se o silêncio e em que pensas?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Chega o vento frio e o que te aquece?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Pinta-se de escuro o céu e em que sonhas?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Pôe-se a noite triste e o que te anima?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Eu aqui...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">É em ti que penso!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">É a tua memória que me agasalha!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">É com o teu beijo que sonho!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">É o nosso reencontro que me alegra!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">E é contigo que estou!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Não sentes?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Cheguei até ti com a ligeireza de uma brisa de Outono!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">E tudo tanto, somente para sussurrar que te amo!</span><br /></span><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="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">(Sandra)</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114976688002269677?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1149678552068902252006-06-07T11:53:00.000+01:002006-06-07T12:09:12.086+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/ton%20dirven.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/ton%20dirven.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Ton Dirven)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">É inverno!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">E o meu coração chora tua ausência...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">chora, encharca a rua já tão molhada</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">não brinda mais à lua embriagada</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">resplandecendo no meu céu anil...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">É inverno !</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">E eu pergunto aos meus pés gelados</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">inertes, sem calor,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">onde ponho a saudade e essa frieza</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que só partiam,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">quando chegavas como aquecedor...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">É inverno!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">A escuridão da noite me entristece</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">padece dentro de mim a nostalgia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">toda a melancolia do mundo está aqui...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Mas é mais clara a solidão que chega</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">me faz companhia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">ri do meu frio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e acende o pavio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">da tua presença...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">E, mansamente, assim...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">acende uma fogueira</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">dentro de mim...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Isabel Machado)</strong></span><br /><blockquote><br /> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114967855206890225?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1149593171278702242006-06-06T12:20:00.000+01:002006-06-06T12:26:11.300+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/kazuo%20okubo.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/kazuo%20okubo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(kazuo Okubo)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">O meu amor</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">por ti</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">envolve a última onda</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e o mar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">aquém</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">enovela os nossos corpos</span><br /><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;">(Gabriela Rocha Martins)</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114959317127870224?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1149505865382583462006-06-05T12:06:00.000+01:002006-06-05T12:11:05.396+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/andreia%20e%20sonia.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/andreia%20e%20sonia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Andreia e Sónia)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">No sublime do olhar</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">transforma-se a impureza das coisas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">no momento exacto,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">para que tudo se torne perfeito.</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114950586538258346?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1149070482620964242006-05-31T11:10:00.000+01:002006-06-01T22:49:57.583+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/A.%20Brito.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/A.%20Brito.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:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></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="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(A.Brito)</span><br /><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Neste mundo </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">tão cheio de mistérios</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">onde nós vivemos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Eu quero estar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e tu, meu amor, queres-me amar?</span><br /><br /></span><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><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114907048262096424?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1149003393170830772006-05-30T16:26:00.000+01:002006-05-30T16:36:33.210+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/ira%20bordo.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/ira%20bordo.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Ira Bordo)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Há tantas coisas,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que poderia ter dito</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e tantas outras,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que poderia ter feito.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tu não permitiste</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">não te mostraste</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">muito menos consideraste.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">É tarde demais...</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Com o nosso amor, </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">aprendi a amar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Do nosso amor, </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">fica a história por contar.</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114900339317083077?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1148911037111554682006-05-29T14:45:00.000+01:002006-05-29T19:25:51.170+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/dan??a.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/dan%3F%3Fa.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="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Carlos Helmer)</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Vem!</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Vem , meu amor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">vamos dançar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">a dança do amor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Aquela que eu e tu</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">inventámos e que é nossa, só nossa.</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nós e a música</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">A música num passo inventado por nós</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sinto o teu corpo colado ao meu</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto arrepios</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">calor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">desejo</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Ensejo de te conduzir na coreografia</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">A nossa, lembras-te?</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Estamos sós.</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><div align="left"><blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Trinco os lábios,</span></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">fixo os meus olhos nos teus</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e beijo-te o corpo em convulsões</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">erupções</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">explosões</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Vamos parar o tempo e sentir</span></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Vamos dançar </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Vamo-nos amar.</span><br /></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"><blockquote><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span></span></strong><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><br /></span><br /></span></span></strong><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></strong><span style="color:#333333;"></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114891103711155468?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1148657756165417912006-05-26T16:28:00.000+01:002006-05-27T12:36:45.116+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/luar9[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/luar9%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Eu</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">tu</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">a noite</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">a lua </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">cheia</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">nossos corpos </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">escaldantes</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">entrelaçados</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">transformam-se</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">no eclipse total</span><br /></span><br /><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><br /></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114865775616541791?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1148554041638999442006-05-25T11:41:00.000+01:002006-05-27T12:34:53.453+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/da-silva-tender-kiss-9924526[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/da-silva-tender-kiss-9924526%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Teus lábios nos meus,</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">sinto, arrepios penetrantes...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Teu cheiro na minha pele,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">sinto, sabores ofegantes...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Teu corpo junto ao meu</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">sinto tesão constante...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Nossos corpos num só...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o que sinto ?</span><br /></span><br /></span><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:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">(lisa)<br /></span><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114855404163899944?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1148468252800811042006-05-24T11:52:00.000+01:002006-05-24T11:57:32.820+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/nuno%20belo.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/nuno%20belo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Nuno Belo)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quando olho o horizonte</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e me lembro de ti</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que estás longe</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">penso.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Mesmo separados</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">encontramo-nos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">num lugar muito especial</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">chamado pensamento...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Manifesto-me, sorrindo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e com saudade.</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114846825280081104?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1148394424817254262006-05-23T15:21:00.000+01:002006-05-23T15:38:44.216+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/beijo[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/beijo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><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;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinto-me chama,</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e a tua voz escuto,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">beijo divino! Devoção</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">ardente na certeza</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">de te ter.</span><br /></span><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114839442481725426?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1148297824472577872006-05-22T12:28:00.000+01:002006-05-22T19:13:13.063+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/carlos%20pereira.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/carlos%20pereira.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Carlos Pereira)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Será constante</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">esta dor navegante</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">assolada no peito</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">que impede a entrega a um beijo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">qualquer</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">que sufoca a loucura mais louca </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">de uma mulher?!</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Será constante</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o impedimento inquietante</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">de qualquer entrega mais ardente </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">ou provocante?!</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Serás constantemente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">constante?!</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Isabel Machado)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114829782447257787?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1148214355376963412006-05-21T13:20:00.000+01:002006-05-21T14:41:51.810+01:00<a 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New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Jomané)</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Porque me despes completamente</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sem que eu nem perceba...</span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">E quando nua</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Por incrível que pareça</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sou mais pura...</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Porque vou ao teu encontro</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">despojada de critérios...</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">liberto os mistérios sem perder o encanto</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">do prazer</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Porque </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">quando nua </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sou única</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e exclusivamente</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">tua...</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Isabel Machado)</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114821435537696341?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1148131983929116462006-05-20T14:22:00.001+01:002006-05-20T14:40:04.456+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/paulo%20madeira.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/paulo%20madeira.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 /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Paulo Madeira)</span><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Diz!</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Quero-te!</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">E farei o que quiseres.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Partilharei, contigo, todos os momentos sublimes.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Vaguearei pelos teus sonhos, e</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">farei com que fiquem como </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">as cores do arco-íres.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Roubarei a tristeza do teu olhar</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">se esta teimar em ficar.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Espreitar-te-ei e admirarei</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">a pessoa que és.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Amar-te-ei infinitamente.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Farei com que te sintas a mais bela.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Tens de dizê-lo</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Diz!</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(lisa)</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114813198392911646?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1148039816170084772006-05-19T12:48:00.000+01:002006-05-19T12:56:56.183+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/ngc6946_gemini[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/ngc6946_gemini%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">FAZ UM ANO</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Pois é!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Neste dia descobri que aqui poderia colocar, de minha autoria poemas, textos, (simples e concisos, como alguém assim lhe chamou) e de outros autores também.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Neste "cantinho"tenho colocado o que me apetece.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Sim, poderei chamá-lo assim, "o meu cantinho".</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Foi no dia 19 de Maio de 2005 que comecei esta viagem fabulosa que espero que se prolongue por muito tempo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Preparados? Eu estou.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Então vamos lá continuar a viagem.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Obrigada.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114803981617008477?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1147951469264720592006-05-18T12:18:00.000+01:002006-05-18T12:47:59.360+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/betho.2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/betho.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/betho.1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Betho)</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">No ser...</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">No estar...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">No sentir...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sente-se a vontade explosiva</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">de nos consumirmos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">predominantemente,</span><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">um ao outro...</span></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><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /></span></strong></span><span style="color:#000000;"></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114795146926472059?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1147859981971298042006-05-17T10:45:00.000+01:002006-05-17T10:59:41.986+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/sweetchadade.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/sweetchadade.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(sweetchadade)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Quem me dera</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que partilhasses</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">comigo todos os sonhos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quem me dera </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que tu contemplasses</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">o sentido das palavras.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quem me dera </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que tudo o que</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">fomos e o que somos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">outrora </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">se tornasse num universo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de múltiplas sensações.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quem me dera, ser tua,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">tua, só tua</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Quem me dera, seres meu,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">meu, só meu</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quem me dera,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sermos nós.</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114785998197129804?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1147794835976998482006-05-16T16:44:00.000+01:002006-05-19T20:22:21.726+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/33304[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/33304%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">reencontro-me no teu peito</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">à procura de abrigo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">e sinto-me protegida</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">nos teus braços</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">quando </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">me abraças e murmuras</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">amo-te</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">nos lençóis que descobriram</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">nossos corpos nús</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">toquei teu sexo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">na fúria do desejo</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">enlaçados</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">fomos apenas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">um</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">somos </span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o encontro </span><br /></span><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">sublime</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Gabriela Rocha Martins)</strong></span></span><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114779483597699848?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1147691789458973772006-05-15T12:12:00.000+01:002006-05-15T12:16:29.470+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/kristinna.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/kristinna.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Kristinna)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Na persistência </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">do persistir</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">tu persistias em querer mais e mais.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Eu persisti, apenas, nas recordações,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">nas memórias,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">nas lembranças</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que ficaram no meu ser...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">(lisa)</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114769178945897377?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1147444630563221862006-05-12T15:31:00.000+01:002006-05-12T21:04:40.026+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/andreia.e.sonia1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/andreia.e.sonia1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><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 /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Andreia e Sónia)</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">O segredo dos teus olhos</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">cruzou-se algures no passado</span><br /><br /></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">ou no futuro</span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">com o segredo dos meus olhos.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Definiu-se, nesse encontro</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><br /></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de olhares,</span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">o espaço secreto </span><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">do nosso amor.</span></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;">(Mário Máximo)</span></strong></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><br /></span></strong></span><span style="color:#000000;"></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114744463056322186?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1147348609388598502006-05-11T12:37:00.000+01:002006-05-11T12:56:49.410+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/lua.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/lua.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Vamos juntos olhar a lua.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">É bela!</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Na melancolia da noite</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">trocam-se os olhares</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">solta-se o beijo.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Faz-se silêncio</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">As palavras tornaram-se desnecessárias.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Talvez durante horas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">limitamo-nos a acariciar-nos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">apaixonadamente,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">um ao outro,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e em cada olhar, em cada gesto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">explode um fogo de artifício</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">que se sente intensamente...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">com o perfume da brisa da noite,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">e o aroma de um próximo nascer-do-sol.</span><br /><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114734860938859850?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1147269785407157662006-05-10T14:47:00.000+01:002006-05-10T15:06:32.770+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/guilherme%20lechat%20&%20raquel.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/guilherme%20lechat%20%26%20raquel.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Guilherme Lechat&amp;Raquel)</span><br /></span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Num País de ilusão que nunca</span><br /></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">vi...</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">E que eu moro - tão bom! </span><br /></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">- dentro de ti</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">E tu, ó meu amor, dentro</span><br /></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">de mim...</span></div><blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Florbela Espanca)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114726978540715766?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1147169472236242272006-05-09T10:53:00.000+01:002006-05-09T13:59:24.343+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/sorriso[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/sorriso%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Entre o olhar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">O gesto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">E o toque</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Segue-se a irreverência</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">de continuarmos apaixonados.</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">E o desejo persiste...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">na provocação, na ansiedade</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">em todo o nosso ser.</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">E o desejo persiste...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">No domínio controverso</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">da provocação, da ansiedade</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">em todo o nosso ser.</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Temos tanta vontade,</span><br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Um do outro...</span></div><div align="left"><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 style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114716947223624227?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1147085676934379582006-05-08T11:48:00.000+01:002006-05-08T13:46:43.390+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/paulo%20cesar.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/paulo%20cesar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Paulo César)</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Meu Amor</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sussurra-me ao ouvido</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">A palavra, aquela palavra!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Tocas no meu ventre com as tuas mãos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Deslizas os teus lábios pelos meus seios</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">E por fim vens ao meu encontro</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sussurras-me ao ouvido a palavra</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Aquela palavra...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Amo-te...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">No nosso íntimo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Amamo-nos, excitamo-nos, à exaustão</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Como dois amantes loucos.</span><br /></span><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 class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114708567693437958?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1146994097959080762006-05-07T10:23:00.000+01:002006-05-07T11:57:42.136+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/530580[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/530580%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Éderson da Silva)</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Eu queria uns sapatos com asas nos saltos.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Batia com eles no chão: Trás, trás...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Eu subia ao céu</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Por cima das nuvens</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Por cima das serras...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Não para lá ficar</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Mas para pedir ao céu </span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">A estrela mais linda </span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Para dar à minha querida <strong>MÃE!</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Daniel S.)</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114699409795908076?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1146826480966459472006-05-05T11:43:00.000+01:002006-05-05T11:54:40.980+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/swee.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/swee.jpg" border="0" /></a><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:(Swetcharade)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">É tarde e onde estás?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Faz-se o silêncio e em que pensas?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Chega o vento frio e o que te aquece?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Pinta-se de escuro o céu e em que sonhas?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Pôe-se a noite triste e o que te anima?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Eu aqui...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">É em ti que penso!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">É a tua memória que me agasalha!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">É com o teu beijo que sonho!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">É o nosso reecontro que me alegra!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">E é contigo que estou!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Não sentes?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Cheguei até ti com a ligeireza de uma brisa de Outono!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">E tudo tanto, somente para sussurrar que te amo.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Autor desconhecido)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114682648096645947?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1146742329866302162006-05-04T11:53:00.000+01:002006-05-05T20:40:06.730+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/sussurros[1].1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/sussurros%5B1%5D.1.jpg" width="297" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>S</strong>onho meu!<br /><strong>U</strong>topia? Talvez!<br /><strong>S</strong>uspiro doce da alma...<br /><strong>S</strong>ilêncio eterno.<br /><strong>U</strong>m crer, num querer impossível,<br /><strong>R</strong>etalhos de tudo o que não é!<br /><strong>R</strong>ealidade inalcançavel,<br /><strong>O</strong>utra não tenho em mim.<br /><strong>S</strong>onho... só meu!<br /></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>D</strong>esejo inconfessável!<br /><strong>A</strong>mor, mal-me-quer, bem-me-quer?<br /></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>L</strong>ua, tu que me sussuras,<br /><strong>U</strong>ltima a abandonar-me, diz-me:<br /><strong>A</strong>mas assim como eu?<br /></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">(Autor desconhecido)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114674232986630216?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1146665166622368772006-05-03T14:58:00.000+01:002006-05-05T21:07:04.736+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/sweetcharade.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px" height="392" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/sweetcharade.jpg" width="319" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Sweetcharade)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">No fim do olhar, e no dobrar da boca,</span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><br />Revela-se o Poeta, o ser profundo.<br />Sorrio a curvatura deste mundo<br />Com o final das margens da alma louca.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">No fim do olhar, e no arquear do riso,<br />Encobre-se a memória e a vida é esparsa<br />Pois entre o olhar e a boca surge a farsa...<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">E o Verbo debruado, que erotizo.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">(Manuel Neto dos Santos)</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114666516662236877?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1146585661740281342006-05-02T16:52:00.000+01:002006-05-03T12:19:38.090+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/626673[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/626673%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Paulo Cesar)<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Diz-me o teu nome agora, que perdi quase tudo</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">...escreve-o na minha mão com os teus dedos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sopra-mo no ouvido...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">...E antes de partires, pousa-o nos meus lábios devagar...</span> </span><blockquote></blockquote></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"><strong>(Maria do Rosário Pedreira)</strong></span></span><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span></strong><br /></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114658566174028134?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1146220474478434902006-04-28T11:21:00.000+01:002006-05-05T21:52:36.253+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/paixao[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" height="373" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/paixao%5B1%5D.jpg" width="281" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Espreito a noite lá fora a um passo de mim e admiro cada estrela escondida por uma densa neblina...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">De repente o meu olhar é tomado por uma luminosidade fantasmagórica multiplicando os pontiagudos de uma estrela que gira à velocidade de galáxias no universo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Do meu lado, estava alguém azul, e foi impossível lutar...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Sem um movimento fascinamo-nos (literalmente) um ao outro, nem uma palavra, nada, apenas dois olhares que se cruzam e não se podem desviar...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Ficamos a acariciar-nos um ao outro, docemente...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Beijamo-nos talvez durante horas, beijamos apenas os lábios e o pescoço e de cada beijo explode um fogo de artifício, que se sente intensamente na pele delicada... com aroma a um Inverno próximo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"><strong>(Nídia Gonçalves)</strong></span> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114622047447843490?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022246.post-1146149546467932252006-04-27T15:46:00.000+01:002006-04-27T16:01:05.076+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/roberto%20castiglione.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/roberto%20castiglione.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto:(Roberto Castiglione)<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">...Quantas vezes, Amor, já te esqueci,</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Para mais doidamente me lembrar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Mais doidamente me lembrar de ti!</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">E quem dera que fosse sempre assim:</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Quanto menos quisesse recordar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Mais a saudade andasse presa a mim!</span><br /></span><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;">(Florbela Espanca)</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13022246-114614954646793225?l=noitesluacheia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2