tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134280942012-02-01T22:49:11.768Z.. Letras e Sensações ..Meus Desejos & Delírios [sem acordo ortográfico]A.noreply@blogger.comBlogger1031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-88623219557078415082011-12-11T19:48:00.000Z2011-12-11T19:48:45.900Zlendo o outono...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUYDkUvUb14/TuUIxKF455I/AAAAAAAACAw/c-jrWc6L6EY/s1600/Ingrid+Klein22124141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUYDkUvUb14/TuUIxKF455I/AAAAAAAACAw/c-jrWc6L6EY/s400/Ingrid+Klein22124141.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: Ingrid Klein</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">folhas multicolores rolam nas velhas escadas de madeira carcomidas pelo tempo.cada uma traz uma palavra de amor. uma a uma… vou lendo-as. serenando minh’ alma.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>2011</div><div>A.Braga</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-8862321955707841508?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-90579522653597155022011-12-03T22:33:00.001Z2011-12-03T22:34:25.602ZMurmúrio<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vH3rxPT4Vls/TtqjcLVO0lI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/SQu5Th9SKhs/s1600/pd.patrick+demarchelier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vH3rxPT4Vls/TtqjcLVO0lI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/SQu5Th9SKhs/s400/pd.patrick+demarchelier.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: patrick demarchelier</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ouço as ondas</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">morrerem na praia...</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">murmuram doces</span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ternas palavras</span></b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">deixam um belo manto branco</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que...</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">depressa se esmorece…</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">restando tão somente…</span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">... as suas palavras!</span></b></div><br />22 de Julho de 2010<br />A.Braga<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-9057952265359715502?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-88449294456059970502011-12-02T00:20:00.001Z2011-12-02T00:20:52.496Zescrevo-te...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOUoQ48yOOg/TtgYGHl88uI/AAAAAAAAB8M/5xH_8bDXFTs/s1600/l01et_Dieu_crea_la_femmeJean+Jacques+Andre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOUoQ48yOOg/TtgYGHl88uI/AAAAAAAAB8M/5xH_8bDXFTs/s320/l01et_Dieu_crea_la_femmeJean+Jacques+Andre.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: Jacques Andre</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">escrevo-te com um aparo dourado</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">carícias que deslizam pela tua pele…</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">…que têm o gosto de um sorriso</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">como o beijo teu na minha boca.</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">como o beijo teu na minh’Alma.</span></b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">escrito em 2003</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">reescrito em 2011</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A.Braga</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-8844929445605997050?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-41347489981679805082011-11-25T21:33:00.002Z2011-11-25T21:55:31.281Z[sou...]<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7j_4MZITpc/TtAIr8_ZfII/AAAAAAAAB6Y/hjiLA2MQRZ8/s1600/to_be_nobody_by_falname.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7j_4MZITpc/TtAIr8_ZfII/AAAAAAAAB6Y/hjiLA2MQRZ8/s400/to_be_nobody_by_falname.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: to be nobody by falname</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">[sou alma feita em palavras... silêncios e sons... sonhos… pensamentos…momentos... música... poesia… sentidos... desejos… delírios… perfumes exóticos…sensações… locais que guardo na alma. emoções que vivo ou vivi. palavras ditas ou por dizer... silêncios marcados apenas pelo olhar... aqui no meu recanto da alma... palavras... silêncios e sons... sonhos… pensamentos…momentos... música... poesia… sentidos... desejos… delírios… perfumes exóticos…sensações… minhas sensações que aqui deixo em silêncio. sou alma feita em palavras.] </span></b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">escrito em 2003<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">reescrito em 2011<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">[A.Braga]<o:p></o:p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-4134748998167980508?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-38684519604956465452011-11-22T20:40:00.002Z2011-11-29T18:45:22.422Zapetece.me…sussurrar.Te...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNhrjxFh2_0/TswIBEiM_5I/AAAAAAAAB6M/cB-c-sX0sWg/s1600/emily_the_strange_vII_by_mehmeturgu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNhrjxFh2_0/TswIBEiM_5I/AAAAAAAAB6M/cB-c-sX0sWg/s400/emily_the_strange_vII_by_mehmeturgu.jpg" width="246" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: <a href="http://mehmeturgut.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">mehmet turgut</a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...depois de te levar à <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Loucura</span> do <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Desejo</span>…</b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>______________________________apeteces.me…</b></span><br /><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e... </b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>______________________________apetece.me…</b></span><br /><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">… sussurrar.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Te </span>uma noite em que só adormecêssemos pelo cansaço dos nossos corpos saciados de <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Prazer</span>.</b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nov 2011</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A.Braga</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-3868451960495646545?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-8508229783377247402011-11-21T20:23:00.001Z2011-11-29T22:13:06.649ZTu…!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6PwUBNTADuU/Tsqyx5ZZYzI/AAAAAAAAB6E/QMTMRCY72Kw/s1600/caiti+borruso-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="326" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6PwUBNTADuU/Tsqyx5ZZYzI/AAAAAAAAB6E/QMTMRCY72Kw/s400/caiti+borruso-09.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/caitianne/" target="_blank">caiti borruso</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Tu…!</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>és sorriso que me beija a face</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>és aroma que que me abraça o corpo</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>és água límpida que toca meu desejo</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>és olhar que me acaricia a alma.</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>és…</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://youtu.be/5wLYHxnAI_I" target="_blank">Tu…!</a></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nov. 2011</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A.Braga</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-850822978337724740?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-67891349203283072172011-11-18T23:37:00.002Z2011-11-18T23:40:24.275Zsomos...Desejo e Amor<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1v0gEUdzEsk/TsbrMx9SarI/AAAAAAAAB5w/XRfzyms_tqI/s1600/Sanne+Sannes+-+Lovers%252C+1963.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1v0gEUdzEsk/TsbrMx9SarI/AAAAAAAAB5w/XRfzyms_tqI/s400/Sanne+Sannes+-+Lovers%252C+1963.jpg" width="322" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Inconsolata, Monaco, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">Sanne Sannes - Lovers, 1963</div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>atraquemos no mar alto</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>lugar-comum dos amantes</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>toca-me com o teu olhar</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>e beija-me com o teu sorriso </b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>como as estrelas beijam a noite</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>somos Desejo e Amor</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>que se fundem numa só Alma.</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>2011</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>A.Braga</b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6789134920328307217?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-90592818891198225972011-11-13T23:35:00.004Z2011-11-13T23:55:15.077Zluxúria de outono<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UladWsFT6Kc/TsBTzpbhHvI/AAAAAAAAB5c/5oXT6jbJs1w/s1600/Jan+Saudek_006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UladWsFT6Kc/TsBTzpbhHvI/AAAAAAAAB5c/5oXT6jbJs1w/s320/Jan+Saudek_006.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: Jan Saudek</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">folhas amareladas das copas das árvores…</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">gemem ao sabor do vento…</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">trazendo-me palavras de êxtase e volúpia… </span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">com luxúria… lascívia… as leio com ardor</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que... te enlouquece de desejo…</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e... te leva a uma explosão de estrelas...</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Nov.2011</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>A.Braga</b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-9059281889119822597?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-62605719428653464032011-11-13T22:11:00.005Z2011-11-13T23:39:33.190Zqual o perfume do nosso desejo?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWsYsxVJeFQ/TsA_-m1d_3I/AAAAAAAAB5U/lAxaVR0xBMc/s1600/mario+vidor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWsYsxVJeFQ/TsA_-m1d_3I/AAAAAAAAB5U/lAxaVR0xBMc/s320/mario+vidor.jpg" width="320" /></b></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>foto:mario vidor<br /></b></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>qual o perfume do nosso desejo? </b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>é o aroma que se intensifica com o passar do tempo desde o pôr-do-sol quando a noite espreita…</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>que… me desperta os mais secretos sentidos …</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>sinto a minha vontade líquida e quente deslizar….</b></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>e.. no apogeu da minha vontade, enlouqueces de desejo, com este odor de vontades líquidas, que pairam no ar…</b></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b style="background-color: black;"><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b style="background-color: black;"><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>Nov. 2011</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>A.Braga</b></span></div><div><br /></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6260571942865346403?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-38387717820363300302011-11-08T18:47:00.001Z2011-11-08T18:49:26.335ZNa Melodia do Desejo<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K40u4TehGA8/Trl47Aty9-I/AAAAAAAAB40/uF0Olw0TS5s/s1600/Slava+Krik.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K40u4TehGA8/Trl47Aty9-I/AAAAAAAAB40/uF0Olw0TS5s/s320/Slava+Krik.png" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: Slava Krik</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Estando os dois, deitados na escuridão do nosso desejo afundo-me nos teus braços, depois de ser reconduzida para a nossa cama e aí deixo-me abandonar nos teus beijos. Esses beijos ávidos, sequiosos de mim… famintos do meu sabor. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E… o incenso ainda aceso que nos embriaga deixa-nos o <span style="color: #cc0000;">Desejo</span> mais intenso… levando-nos a ler inteiramente um ao outro. Palavra a palavra. Sílaba a sílaba. Letra a letra. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Minuciosamente escreves a palavra <span style="color: #cc0000;">Paixão</span> por todo o meu corpo que se enrosca a ti suavemente… e vestes-me de cor e fantasia numa melodia de <span style="color: #cc0000;">Desejo</span>. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Despes-me de novo… e nua danço no teu corpo… desenhando com a minha língua o mapa do relevo do teu <span style="color: #cc0000;">Desejo</span>.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olho-te nos olhos e pergunto-te:</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Que poderes são esses que tens tu?</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2011</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">[A.Braga]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-3838771782036330030?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-64839421644278477012011-11-06T20:56:00.003Z2011-11-06T23:06:06.815Zsentimentos orientais...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SYXw1GqftGI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jKfoj4lWRHQ/s400/Pillow_Book_Pan-740+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SYXw1GqftGI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jKfoj4lWRHQ/s320/Pillow_Book_Pan-740+copy.jpg" width="95" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sobre as páginas do meu corpo. escreves palavras de amor e paixão para depois as leres ao mais pequeno pormenor. </b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>no calor do nosso altar pagão onde me consagras como tua deusa-feiticeira....</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SYXe1OtEp6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/KLuS4yxelZs/s400/0122-00+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="145" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SYXe1OtEp6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/KLuS4yxelZs/s320/0122-00+copy.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">trata-me como as páginas de um livro...</b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SYdhhFiysJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/gLssudMHrS4/s400/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="177" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SYdhhFiysJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/gLssudMHrS4/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photography: Sacha Vierny</div><div style="text-align: center;">[The Pillow Book - O Livro de Cabeceira - Sei Shonagon]</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKNlG9yWW6w&hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425"></embed></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">escrito em 2003</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">reescrito em 2011</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A.Braga</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6483942164427847701?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-62103436028542532772011-11-06T20:03:00.004Z2011-11-06T23:11:16.276Zna quimera da noite...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-um6MOctMFmE/TrbnX84rQXI/AAAAAAAAB4k/M34S3sPtnBU/s1600/of_knives_and_paper_400Kevin+Rolly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-um6MOctMFmE/TrbnX84rQXI/AAAAAAAAB4k/M34S3sPtnBU/s1600/of_knives_and_paper_400Kevin+Rolly.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: Kevin Rolly</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>na quimera da noite de desejo e sensualidade.</b></span><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sussurramos palavras ousadas entre silêncios e gemidos.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">em corpos de movimentos cadenciados.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>movimentação ritmada que degrau a degrau amplia sua intensidade.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nosso rito pagão. que nos leva ao nosso mais louco desvario...</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">escrito em 2003</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">reescrito em 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A.Braga</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6210343602854253277?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-57278098255878235622011-11-02T22:22:00.000Z2011-11-02T22:22:24.537Zdesejo-te.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5wvCvfwkZw/TrHB9jOKb_I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/9TkSnYDwKEQ/s1600/anna-kharina-25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5wvCvfwkZw/TrHB9jOKb_I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/9TkSnYDwKEQ/s320/anna-kharina-25.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">foto: anna kharina</div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>quando o anseio é mais forte. ardo por ti. </b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>quero-te. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">apeteces-me.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">desejo-te.</span></b></span><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2011</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A.Braga</span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-5727809825587823562?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-37380775722124248712011-10-22T12:54:00.000+01:002011-10-22T12:54:11.584+01:00voo rasante<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3Tvf2lVtgg/TqKuarMQRJI/AAAAAAAAB3w/fJetCFEEMYo/s1600/filipe+silva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3Tvf2lVtgg/TqKuarMQRJI/AAAAAAAAB3w/fJetCFEEMYo/s320/filipe+silva.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: filipe silva</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>és espelho de água em olhar sereno! <br />és voo rasante … em mar revolto.<br />que dura o instante de um segundo<br />de um tempo sem tempo.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">16 de Agosto de 2010<br />A.Braga</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-3738077572212424871?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-29068928619681176662011-10-20T22:27:00.005+01:002011-10-22T12:18:09.350+01:00hoje...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjaf2ptbRSY/TqKmUlL_n5I/AAAAAAAAB3o/ub7IElMyfQg/s1600/23_09_2008_0007689001222155705_marie_gloredel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="231" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjaf2ptbRSY/TqKmUlL_n5I/AAAAAAAAB3o/ub7IElMyfQg/s320/23_09_2008_0007689001222155705_marie_gloredel.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: marie gloredel</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">hoje vou adormecer encostada a ti…</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> … sentindo a tua pele na minha.</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2011</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A.Braga</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-2906892861968117666?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-68124072067888437012011-10-01T19:29:00.005+01:002011-10-03T16:26:15.209+01:00eternamente...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqy-qyzKuJU/TodbWDm5ZiI/AAAAAAAAB3M/a-PyRjr0aXM/s1600/ZAGADKA+JOZWIK-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqy-qyzKuJU/TodbWDm5ZiI/AAAAAAAAB3M/a-PyRjr0aXM/s320/ZAGADKA+JOZWIK-05.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: ZAGADKA JOZWIK<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>entras pela janela como brisa marinha. e…</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sentindo a carícia do teu beijo no meu rosto</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sem me aperceber sentas-te a meu lado e…fazes-me ver a doçura do teu olhar</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>e sussurrando-me.dizes que:</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sou eternidade. sentimento </b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sou vida. sonho. desejo</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>mulher. menina</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>doce. terna</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">eternamente</span> ...</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>meu</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">texto de 2003</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">reescrito em 2011</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A.Braga</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6812407206788843701?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-3511964529615043222011-08-27T22:08:00.001+01:002011-08-27T23:13:22.704+01:00na lagoa dos teus olhos...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dycJPfz9mgQ/TllcatnZqrI/AAAAAAAAB3A/KmNDpEvZfqc/s1600/anaritarodriguesolharesms8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dycJPfz9mgQ/TllcatnZqrI/AAAAAAAAB3A/KmNDpEvZfqc/s320/anaritarodriguesolharesms8.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: ana rita rodrigues</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">na lagoa dos teus olhos...</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">perguntas-me: "como serão os poentes na lagoa dos teus olhos?"</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">eu</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">respondo-te:</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">são olhos repletos de esperança num futuro que nunca viveremos.</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Julho de 2011</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A.Braga</span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-351196452961504322?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-41347931071833408862011-08-27T21:51:00.002+01:002011-08-27T22:29:22.692+01:00delícia em cálice<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">delícia em cálice</span></b><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhJlXeWkeKg/TllhRf-iuKI/AAAAAAAAB3E/IwDZnzJ7BO0/s1600/1157958273_opr0fsd7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhJlXeWkeKg/TllhRf-iuKI/AAAAAAAAB3E/IwDZnzJ7BO0/s320/1157958273_opr0fsd7.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">foto: Narcis Virgiliu</td></tr>
</tbody></table><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VId8wUO4z-c/TllYSI70PuI/AAAAAAAAB28/oRDOVBCKWmo/s1600/Roberto+O..png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">faz de mim um cálice.</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">bebe-me suavemente...</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">EU. água fresca. em corpo quente.</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que exala exóticos aromas.</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">com ternura. saboreia cada gole</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e…</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">faz de mim. frescura. delícia pétala</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">em manhã fresca</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">numa tarde de verão.</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">escrito em 2003</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">reescrito em 2011</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A.Braga</span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-4134793107183340886?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-26538348042066956472011-08-23T13:25:00.000+01:002011-08-23T13:25:44.812+01:00como quem ama...<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nzyN2w4pXBA/TlOb89pQ_vI/AAAAAAAAB24/amE62cbMHdE/s1600/KLEM-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="318" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nzyN2w4pXBA/TlOb89pQ_vI/AAAAAAAAB24/amE62cbMHdE/s320/KLEM-4.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">foto: Klem</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">como quem ama...</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> a chuva beija-me com pétalas d’água …</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">abraça-me </span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e…</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">acaricia minh’Alma.</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2011</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A.Braga</span></b><br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-2653834804206695647?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-78606622917231108602011-07-09T00:05:00.001+01:002011-07-09T00:37:41.089+01:00ler-te...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gay9v_RSBEU/TheM-nRlRrI/AAAAAAAAB2E/NOZ_LbtR9IA/s1600/Daniel+Murtagh+-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gay9v_RSBEU/TheM-nRlRrI/AAAAAAAAB2E/NOZ_LbtR9IA/s320/Daniel+Murtagh+-09.jpg" width="215" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daniel Murtagh</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>desejo ler-te vagarosamente…</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>folheando cada página l e n t a m e n t e</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>decifrando cada palavra com perícia</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>devorando cada letra. como se fosse a última a descobrir.</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>08-09-11</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>A.Braga</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-7860662291723110860?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-73427518512297064672011-04-29T21:59:00.002+01:002011-05-01T20:40:46.528+01:00[...]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5KKXO6ag2A/TbsmH0RqKKI/AAAAAAAAB10/RjBfN7a7wvQ/s1600/18450-fullsize-Vernon+Trent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5KKXO6ag2A/TbsmH0RqKKI/AAAAAAAAB10/RjBfN7a7wvQ/s400/18450-fullsize-Vernon+Trent.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">foto:Vernon Trent</div><br /><b>Sou areia<br />E tu…<br />és…onda<br />que me acaricias<br />com tua espuma</b><br /><b>...<br />deitas-te sobre mim<br />exploras-me<br />cada centímetro <br />do meu quente corpo<br />e é…em desejo<br />que em ti mergulho!</b><br /><br />2011<br />A.Braga<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-7342751851229706467?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-19958757342946900532011-04-19T22:34:00.008+01:002011-07-09T00:36:39.293+01:00...quero-te!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6k_vMzZApZQ/Ta3_cJSXAmI/AAAAAAAAB1s/xx3BNM35g1w/s1600/tkachenko+roman_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6k_vMzZApZQ/Ta3_cJSXAmI/AAAAAAAAB1s/xx3BNM35g1w/s400/tkachenko+roman_0.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B","sans-serif"; font-size: x-small;">foto:<a href="http://www.photodom.com/photographer/rim.piter&content=1?page=0">tkachenko roman</a></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B","sans-serif";">quero-te enroscado a mim</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B","sans-serif";">sentir as tuas mãos ...</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B","sans-serif";">percorrendo todo o meu corpo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B","sans-serif";">sentir o teu cheiro</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B","sans-serif";">saborear cada momento... </span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B","sans-serif";">quero-te com desejo e luxúria</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B","sans-serif";">quero-te meigo e ousado</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B","sans-serif";">quero ser tua de corpo e alma.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B","sans-serif";">Abril de 2011</span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B","sans-serif"; font-size: small;">A.Braga </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-1995875734294690053?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-88832300269969079182011-04-17T23:49:00.000+01:002011-04-17T23:49:41.228+01:00só me tem... quem me merece!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btubV5np7_I/TatuMfT__PI/AAAAAAAAB1o/NXXXzNLnX0A/s1600/4716-Markus+Staas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btubV5np7_I/TatuMfT__PI/AAAAAAAAB1o/NXXXzNLnX0A/s320/4716-Markus+Staas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">foto: Markus Staas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> 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font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}</style> <![endif]--> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Copperplate Gothic Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B";">só me tem...</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Copperplate Gothic Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B";">quem me merece<br />e só me perde<br />quem me tem.</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Copperplate Gothic Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B";">quem não me merece</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Copperplate Gothic Bold","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Kozuka Gothic Pr6N B"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">nunca me terá!</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-8883230026996907918?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-15257831625409691932011-04-14T17:39:00.002+01:002011-04-14T17:53:36.976+01:00fecho os olhos e sonho...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcXcIdaLawg/Taci7QSjNnI/AAAAAAAAB1c/i3s9OgzpbEg/s1600/1158310251_Julya+Borodina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcXcIdaLawg/Taci7QSjNnI/AAAAAAAAB1c/i3s9OgzpbEg/s400/1158310251_Julya+Borodina.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> foto: Julya Borodina</div><b><br />deitada num manto de nuvens macias<br />sob um véu de estrelas que cintilam<br />fecho os olhos e sonho...<br />sonho contigo meu doce anjo<br />que para as estrelas vou levar!</b><br /><br />Abril de 2011<br />A.Braga<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-1525783162540969193?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-21206558133164423412011-04-05T01:12:00.000+01:002011-04-05T01:12:28.154+01:00apeteces-me...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-z_5S8dQoU/TZpdyV57YGI/AAAAAAAAB1A/qgiesUE64FQ/s1600/985_steve_richard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-z_5S8dQoU/TZpdyV57YGI/AAAAAAAAB1A/qgiesUE64FQ/s400/985_steve_richard.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">foto: <a href="http://www.steverichard.com/#home">steve richard</a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>apeteces-me...</b><br />como <b>água</b> fresca<br /> em pleno <b>deserto.</b></span><br /><br />A.Braga<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-2120655813316442341?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-81155672006337097922011-04-03T01:01:00.002+01:002011-04-14T17:40:36.701+01:00...sem ti<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqCbAGJ_Lak/TZe4cB9yFxI/AAAAAAAAB0w/Dmii2yGnqtk/s1600/07_10_2008_0913628001223362174_shelak_maxim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqCbAGJ_Lak/TZe4cB9yFxI/AAAAAAAAB0w/Dmii2yGnqtk/s320/07_10_2008_0913628001223362174_shelak_maxim.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">foto: shelak maxim</div><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ouço a tua voz<br /> ...sem a ouvir!<br />Sinto a tua respiração<br /> ...sem a sentir!<br />Beijo os teus lábios<br /> ...sem os beijar!<br />Cheiro a tua pele<br /> ...sem a cheirar!<br />Abraço-te apaixonadamente<br /> ...sem te abraçar!<br />Simplesmente <br /> ...me perco em ti…<br />e é em ti...<br />que me reencontro!</b></span><br /><br />3 de Abril de 2011<br />A.Braga<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-8115567200633709792?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-35790521210019411102011-03-26T19:54:00.001Z2011-03-26T19:55:32.041ZPicante… e doce…<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GjllP1D9UqA/TY5Dr5_XOFI/AAAAAAAAB0U/w2nNnrrkShM/s1600/Akif+Hakan+Celebi+0399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GjllP1D9UqA/TY5Dr5_XOFI/AAAAAAAAB0U/w2nNnrrkShM/s400/Akif+Hakan+Celebi+0399.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">foto: <a href="http://hakanphotography.com/">Akif Hakan Celebi</a> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sou gengibre</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>chili vermelho</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>pimenta-malagueta</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>ardo em chama forte</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>nos teus braços</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Em doce me torno</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>açúcar</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>canela</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>baunilha</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>doce de leite</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>que se derrete </b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>l e n t a m e n t e</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>na tua boca</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Picante… e doce…</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>assim sou eu!</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sirvo-me quente</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Prova-me…</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>26-03-2011</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A.Braga</b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-3579052121001941110?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-79527635861718905632011-03-26T17:41:00.002Z2011-03-26T19:48:31.402ZCheiro A.mar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-H5oosREVWYw/TY4kbhn9GbI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/rFP71imkV44/s1600/Marcus+Ohlsson-006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-H5oosREVWYw/TY4kbhn9GbI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/rFP71imkV44/s400/Marcus+Ohlsson-006.jpg" width="308" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">foto: <a href="http://www.lundlund.com/photographers/marcus-ohlsson">Marcus Ohlsson</a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">O meu <span style="font-size: large;">A.mor</span> sabe.me <span style="font-size: large;">A.mar</span>… </b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">O meu <span style="font-size: large;">A.mor</span> tem na sua pele </b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">o sabor sal do mar agitado do Atlântico</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">tem na pele o belo moreno dos trópicos</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">tem os cabelos levemente ondulados e…</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">na face um sorriso pacífico. </b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">O meu <span style="font-size: large;">A.mor</span> tem sono de criança e<span style="color: red;"> </span>dorme como um anjo. </b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Terá sido anjo noutra vida?</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">O meu <span style="font-size: large;">A.mor </span>é representação de Eros e…</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">é nessa eternidade que quero viver. </b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">O meu <span style="font-size: large;">A.mor </span>ama com toda a intensidade</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">tem arte nos dedos, boca e língua</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">tem nas suas mãos o mapa do meu desejo e…</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">tem um jeito louco de me levar ao pleno Nirvana.</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">O meu <span style="font-size: large;">A.mor</span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">tem gosto de café e canela nos lábios </b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">tem gosto de quero.mais </b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">tem gosto de sal na pele</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">tem cheiro de <span style="font-size: large;">A.mar</span>.</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cheiro A.mar</b><b> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cheira A.mor</b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">26-03-2011</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">A.Braga</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-7952763586171890563?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-60840521074353000172011-03-20T21:52:00.004Z2011-03-20T22:31:04.238Zcomo...?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8ODogZR9fOY/TYZ0xnuXK_I/AAAAAAAABzk/GLMjzjapL_c/s1600/katarzynarzeszowska-07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8ODogZR9fOY/TYZ0xnuXK_I/AAAAAAAABzk/GLMjzjapL_c/s320/katarzynarzeszowska-07.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">foto: <a href="http://www.katarzynarzeszowska.com/%20">katarzyna rzeszowska</a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><br /><b>como fazer-te entender que…<br /> és a loucura<br />…que sempre desejei,<br /> e a paixão<br />…que sempre almejei?<br /><br />como fazer-te entender...<br />que de tanto te querer</b><br /><b>não te posso ter…?</b><br /><br /><br />A.Braga<br />Março de 2011<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6084052107435300017?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-21727644155216819712011-03-06T22:41:00.002Z2011-03-06T22:55:54.626Zperde-te...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5CE4hDYrF0U/TXQQ69ADpRI/AAAAAAAABwo/ojSpstpVa4I/s1600/145-06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5CE4hDYrF0U/TXQQ69ADpRI/AAAAAAAABwo/ojSpstpVa4I/s320/145-06.jpg" width="308" /></a></div> foto: <a href="http://www.2001photo.com/">Victor Ivanovsky</a></div><br /><b>encosta-te a mim...e perde-te no cheiro da minha pele e do meu cabelo.perde-te... <br />invade-me com o teu aroma e deixa que o tempo pare em nós... </b><br /><br />06-02-2011<br />A.Braga<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-2172764415521681971?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-45653951768416801142011-03-05T00:07:00.002Z2011-03-05T00:15:02.015ZLento bailado de corpos…<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2-KEkQK8iKw/TXF8ZoBcB1I/AAAAAAAABu0/Mf5do0OsXSw/s1600/Slava+Krik+-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2-KEkQK8iKw/TXF8ZoBcB1I/AAAAAAAABu0/Mf5do0OsXSw/s400/Slava+Krik+-0.jpg" width="332" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">foto: Slava Krik </div><br /><br /><strong>Numa_________ dança delirante…</strong><br /><strong>Num _____ sedutor___________ bailar de corpos…</strong><br /><strong>Amámo-nos _________ noite dentro </strong><br /><strong>à luz de uma vela ____________ que nos alucina…</strong><br /><strong>com ____________ o seu aroma a jasmim</strong><br /><strong>e _____ que tarda em morrer…</strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><br /><strong>Nasce o sol que…</strong><br /><strong>consigo traz a ténue luz da manhã</strong><br /><strong>...iluminando_________________ nossos corpos... </strong><br /><strong>…ainda húmidos</strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>E _________ nesse instante…</strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>nossos corpos </strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>e</strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>...nossas almas</strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>se fundem em um só!</strong></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5ahkoa8FafQ/TXF9kO1iExI/AAAAAAAABu4/jyr05KhqQVM/s1600/Krista+Muller+-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5ahkoa8FafQ/TXF9kO1iExI/AAAAAAAABu4/jyr05KhqQVM/s320/Krista+Muller+-03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">foto: Krista Muller</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>…Somos Um!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />04-04-2011<br /><br />A.Braga<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-4565395176841680114?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-40059244698750986502011-03-04T17:31:00.000Z2011-03-04T17:31:00.688ZÉ urgente...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F0puuXS5b3E/TXEhG03P8LI/AAAAAAAABuo/tfPmBxP_hYQ/s1600/Andi+Todea+-+Breathe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F0puuXS5b3E/TXEhG03P8LI/AAAAAAAABuo/tfPmBxP_hYQ/s400/Andi+Todea+-+Breathe.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">foto: <a href="http://www.mindfield.ro/pixpost/">Andi Todea</a></div><br /><br /><br /><strong>Preciso... sentir o teu olhar... </strong><br /><strong>Preciso... saber o odor da tua pele...</strong><br /><br /><strong>Preciso... sentir o ardor do teu toque...</strong><br /><strong>Preciso... saber o gosto dos teus beijos...</strong><br /><br /><strong>Preciso... Saber...</strong><br /><strong>É urgente... Sentir...</strong><br /><br />04-03-2011<br />A. Braga<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-4005924469875098650?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-19167098217945706542010-12-02T01:32:00.001Z2010-12-02T01:39:13.445ZHoje...<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TPb2levhYdI/AAAAAAAABss/Wl_Ma6HbN8I/s1600/lagrima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TPb2levhYdI/AAAAAAAABss/Wl_Ma6HbN8I/s320/lagrima.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />_______________<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Hoje...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;">morri </span>mais um pouco</strong>___________<br /><br />___________________<strong>sem o dizer a <span style="font-size: large;">ninguém...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br />2/12/2010<br /><br />ABraga <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><br />Lágrima... by TatianaSapateiro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-1916709821794570654?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-35323680702042517932010-11-07T21:16:00.003Z2010-12-02T09:43:05.195Zno silêncio da noite!...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TNcVz4cbDkI/AAAAAAAABsQ/TcDzkld_Ato/s1600/Anca+Cernoschi+-+457656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TNcVz4cbDkI/AAAAAAAABsQ/TcDzkld_Ato/s400/Anca+Cernoschi+-+457656.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Foto: <a href="http://ancacernoschi.blogspot.com/">Anca Cernoschi</a> <br /><br /><b>Tropeço no negrume da noite!...<br /><br />Enrosca-se em mim o silêncio<br />... que me cicia palavras de amor<br />Aconchego-me no conforto do meu leito, <br />e...<br />adormeço abraçada ao silêncio da noite.</b><br /><br />06-11-2010<br />ABraga<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-3532368070204251793?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-46451445959398241712010-11-07T18:00:00.002Z2010-11-07T19:28:56.363ZO Grito...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TNboL-YYC4I/AAAAAAAABsM/ybisaeVs2pU/s1600/The+Tear+By+Richard+Emblin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TNboL-YYC4I/AAAAAAAABsM/ybisaeVs2pU/s320/The+Tear+By+Richard+Emblin.jpg" width="251" /></a></div>Foto: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/89228488@N00/">Richard Emblin</a> <br /><br />O <b>vento</b>...<br />_______<b>Forte</b> e <b>Irado</b>…<br />_______<span style="font-size: large;">Grita-me</span>...<br /><b>Profundos lamentos</b><br />vindos de terras distantes...<br />____________________onde <b>crianças</b> <span style="font-size: large;">morrem</span>…<br />____________________<b>...de fome e sede!</b><br /><br />A.Braga<br />Novembro de 2010<br />(escrito em Agosto numa noite de temporal)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-4645144595939824171?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-85819550734402802342010-08-06T01:44:00.001+01:002010-08-06T01:45:20.843+01:00Eu Sou Gente!<div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFtaC7htIQI/AAAAAAAABqE/ML9ovQypEek/s1600/inthegarden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFtaC7htIQI/AAAAAAAABqE/ML9ovQypEek/s400/inthegarden.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>In the Garden</em> by Lee Bogle<br /><br /><strong>Eu sou gente…</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Que assume o seu nome</strong><br /><strong>Que assume suas alegrias</strong><br /><strong>Que assume suas tristezas</strong><br /><strong>Que assume seus erros.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Eu sou gente…</strong><br /><strong>Que ama</strong><br /><strong>Que ri e chora</strong><br /><strong>Que luta</strong><br /><strong>Que labuta</strong><br /><strong>Que sonha</strong><br /><strong>Que se comove</strong><br /><strong>Que sofre</strong><br /><strong>Que perdoa</strong><br /><strong>Que magoa</strong><br /><strong>Que se arrepende</strong><br /><strong>Que pede perdão.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Eu sou gente…</strong><br /><strong>Que não tem medo de amar</strong><br /><strong>Que não tem medo de viver</strong><br /><strong>Que não perdeu a esperança.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Eu sou gente…</strong><br /><strong>Mulher</strong><br /><strong>Amante</strong><br /><strong>Mãe! </strong><br /><br />A. Braga<br />[Chinezzinha]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-8581955073440280234?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-67702525602950762582010-08-06T00:53:00.002+01:002010-08-06T00:54:41.132+01:00Olhando as estrelas...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFtOZxGqYZI/AAAAAAAABpY/NFgnkw0stKo/s1600/5434851-md.Kenvin+Pinardy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFtOZxGqYZI/AAAAAAAABpY/NFgnkw0stKo/s400/5434851-md.Kenvin+Pinardy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">foto: Kenvin Pinardy</div><br /><br /><strong>Olhando as estrelas</strong><br /><strong>Sinto o teu olhar</strong><br /><strong>meigo.</strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>Olhando as estrelas</strong><br /><strong>Sinto os teus beijos,</strong><br /><strong>a tua boca,</strong><br /><strong>molhada e doce</strong><br /><strong>percorrendo meu corpo.</strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>Olhando as estrelas</strong><br /><strong>Sinto o teu corpo </strong><br /><strong>quente e salgado</strong><br /><strong>colado ao meu.</strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>Olhando as estrelas</strong><br /><strong>Sinto tuas mãos</strong><br /><strong>entrelaçadas nas minhas.</strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>Olhando as estrelas</strong><br /><strong>Sinto um abraço forte e meigo.</strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>Olhando as estrelas...</strong><br /><strong>à tua procura... </strong><br /><strong>te esperando...</strong><br /><br /><br />25-09-2004 <br />A.Braga<br />[Chinezzinha]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6770252560295076258?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-32005191401115493322010-08-06T00:32:00.000+01:002010-08-06T00:32:38.291+01:00Vem! Não te demores...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFtJMy0w1hI/AAAAAAAABpQ/tZc7pwnElvo/s1600/36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFtJMy0w1hI/AAAAAAAABpQ/tZc7pwnElvo/s400/36.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Art by Luis Royo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Vem! Não te demores...</strong> </div><br /><br /><br /><strong>Vem! Não demores </strong><br /><strong>Ama-me agora </strong><br /><strong>devora-me, </strong><br /><strong>Fico em êxtase </strong><br /><strong>beija-me, </strong><br /><strong>morde os meus lábios </strong><br /><strong>molhados. </strong><br /><strong>Sacia-me com tua boca </strong><br /><strong>louca, </strong><br /><strong>dá-me o teu mel </strong><br /><strong>toca-me com tuas mãos macias </strong><br /><strong>alivia-me o ser lânguido </strong><br /><strong>num gozo. </strong><br /><strong>Agora de pele molhada e... </strong><br /><strong>suada, </strong><br /><strong>Quero me dar, te dar </strong><br /><strong>Sussurrar no teu ouvido, </strong><br /><strong>Desejos ocultos... </strong><br /><strong>Quero fundir-me </strong><br /><strong>Num gozo profundo </strong><br /><strong>depravado. </strong><br /><strong>Devora-me... </strong><br /><strong>Deleita-te no meu mel </strong><br /><strong>que é céu, </strong><br /><strong>Fico nua, para ti, </strong><br /><strong>vem que te dou, me dou </strong><br /><strong>inteira, </strong><br /><strong>o êxtase de minhas entranhas </strong><br /><br /><strong>Vem! Não te demores </strong><br /><strong>Ama-me agora </strong><br /><strong>o suco das línguas se mistura </strong><br /><strong>num gozo de êxtase </strong><br /><strong>gostoso, </strong><br /><strong>amados, suados </strong><br /><strong>molhados, </strong><br /><strong>enfim...saciados! </strong><br /><br />2004 <br />(Chinezzinha)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-3200519140111549332?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-89481035845347189692010-08-06T00:06:00.000+01:002010-08-06T00:06:52.828+01:00Noite Mágica!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFtDUgbEplI/AAAAAAAABpI/y0DxhguXbyM/s1600/24_10_2008_0154797001224835814_andreea_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFtDUgbEplI/AAAAAAAABpI/y0DxhguXbyM/s320/24_10_2008_0154797001224835814_andreea_a.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">foto: andreea a</div><br /><br /><br /><strong>Esta noite eu quero... </strong><br /><strong>beijo sem pressa, </strong><br /><strong>Olhos nos olhos, </strong><br /><strong>Mão na mão, </strong><br /><strong>Pé com pé, </strong><br /><strong>Aquilo na boca, </strong><br /><strong>A boca naquilo, </strong><br /><strong>Começar e parar, </strong><br /><strong>Continuar e repetir, </strong><br /><strong>Sofregamente... </strong><br /><strong>Rir e chorar, </strong><br /><strong>Dançar e rodopiar, </strong><br /><strong>Beijar e abraçar, </strong><br /><strong>Tocar e olhar, </strong><br /><strong>Admirar e encantar, </strong><br /><strong>Arranhar e apalpar... </strong><br /><strong>Toma tudo de mim, </strong><br /><strong>Cuida de mim, </strong><br /><strong>Sou a tua luz, </strong><br /><strong>Tua lua e estrela, </strong><br /><strong>Tua mulher, </strong><br /><strong>Esta noite...</strong><br /><strong>...noite mágica</strong><br /><br /><br />2004<br />A.Braga<br />(Chinezzinha)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-8948103584534718969?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-17651181431069759802010-08-05T23:55:00.000+01:002010-08-05T23:55:10.490+01:00Selvagens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFtAxlGl8qI/AAAAAAAABo4/okLsFtQcoXo/s1600/selvagens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFtAxlGl8qI/AAAAAAAABo4/okLsFtQcoXo/s320/selvagens.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Desconheço a autoria da foto</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Na magia da noite</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Percorro teu corpo</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Quente e ardente…</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Com beijos e mordidas</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>E com minhas garras de felina</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>P´lo peito te prendo</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Tu… olhando-me…</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>….uivando-me…</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Me penetras</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Com tesão e amor</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Levando-me à loucura sem fim</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Somos dois felinos</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Em plena selva</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Gemendo e gritando…</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Assim…</strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">26-05-2006</div><div style="text-align: center;">A.Braga</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Chinezzinha)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-1765118143106975980?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-70907346459177104112010-08-05T23:42:00.000+01:002010-08-05T23:42:49.448+01:00Vai! Me leva à loucura!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFs9BJDeXXI/AAAAAAAABow/t9C2auu3CWc/s1600/Vai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFs9BJDeXXI/AAAAAAAABow/t9C2auu3CWc/s320/Vai.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Vai! Me leva à loucura!</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Vem! Toma este corpo cuja alma</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>a ti já pertence,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>meu poeta</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>meu anjo.</strong></div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>****</strong></div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Vai! Me leva à loucura!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>começa...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>percorrendo meu corpo</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>com tua língua</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>ávida e quente...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Vem! Que te quero meu.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Me beija as coxas,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Hummm... arrepios...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Me deixa louca,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>rouca...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Me faz tua.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Vem! Que te quero meu.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>te puxo para mim...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>te chupo...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>te beijo...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>delicio-me em ti...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>e entre gemidos de tesão</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>e loucura...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>abro-me p'ra ti</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>... e me dou </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>como gata no cio.</strong></div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>E é entre gemidos e sussurros</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>que nos amamos</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>e em amor e paixão</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>nos saciamos</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>no meio do arvoredo</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>escondidos...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>...amantes no cio!</strong></div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Dois Corpos</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>uma só Alma</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>que se Unem</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>para a Eternidade.</strong></div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></strong><div style="text-align: center;">22/09/2004</div><div style="text-align: center;">A.Braga </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Chinezzinha)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-7090734645917710411?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-1706872712562533602010-08-05T23:25:00.000+01:002010-08-05T23:25:04.792+01:00Nesta Alma de Mistério...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFs5yF8Z_PI/AAAAAAAABoo/zse6Pxc5FJ4/s1600/34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFs5yF8Z_PI/AAAAAAAABoo/zse6Pxc5FJ4/s400/34.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Imagem de Luís Royo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Eu Misteriosa Mulher,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Neste corpo de mulher,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Nesta alma de mistério,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Diz-me que mistério tenho em mim.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Sou clara como a água,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Diz-me tu o que o vês,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Diz-me tu a mulher que sou.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Para mim tudo é normal,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Sem mistérios...sem abismos,</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Diz-me que mistério tenho em mim?!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">30/09/2004</div><div style="text-align: center;">A.Braga</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Chinezzinha) </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-170687271256253360?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-24035270906986199472010-08-05T23:10:00.000+01:002010-08-05T23:10:05.410+01:00O Choro do Farol<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFs2CYlvodI/AAAAAAAABoY/aOW5c-IpscY/s1600/Nuno+Milheiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFs2CYlvodI/AAAAAAAABoY/aOW5c-IpscY/s320/Nuno+Milheiro.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fotografia de Nuno Milheiro</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>O Choro do Farol </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>O velho farol chora </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Chora sem parar </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>É manhã de nevoeiro…</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Rostos cansados regressam da faina </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Em suas faces, amargura… </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Nos seus braços, cansaço… </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Ao som duma ladaínha </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Retiram o peixe do barco </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Finda p’ra eles o dia </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Que começa p’ra mim </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Enquanto o farol chora…</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">30/07/06</div><div style="text-align: center;">A.Braga</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Chinezzinha)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-2403527090698619947?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-7081697496569661412010-08-05T23:01:00.000+01:002010-08-05T23:01:36.744+01:00Haikai III<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFs0g-M9SFI/AAAAAAAABoQ/NvTFzn2_LTE/s1600/Hakai+III.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="275" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFs0g-M9SFI/AAAAAAAABoQ/NvTFzn2_LTE/s400/Hakai+III.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">19-07-06</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A.Braga</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-708169749656966141?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-66415828018153105842010-08-05T23:00:00.000+01:002010-08-05T23:00:02.528+01:00Haikai II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFs0JQleyqI/AAAAAAAABoI/B0z3UZj1s2c/s1600/Hakai+II.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="261" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFs0JQleyqI/AAAAAAAABoI/B0z3UZj1s2c/s400/Hakai+II.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">19-07-06</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A.Braga</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6641582801815310584?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-81402133182618800032010-08-05T22:57:00.002+01:002010-08-05T23:10:40.499+01:00Haikai I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFszg7V0kgI/AAAAAAAABoA/1Yb-Uxypxzw/s1600/Hakai+I.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFszg7V0kgI/AAAAAAAABoA/1Yb-Uxypxzw/s400/Hakai+I.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">18-07-06</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A.Braga</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-8140213318261880003?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-55996300371164893792010-08-05T22:48:00.000+01:002010-08-05T22:48:25.217+01:00Delírio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFsxYLn3UlI/AAAAAAAABn4/p5--aVED3vA/s1600/Del%C3%ADrio-img+de+Lauri+Blank.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFsxYLn3UlI/AAAAAAAABn4/p5--aVED3vA/s400/Del%C3%ADrio-img+de+Lauri+Blank.jpg" width="351" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Imagem de Lauri Blank</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">18-05-06</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A.Braga</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-5599630037116489379?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-37794052073070828252010-08-05T19:25:00.000+01:002010-08-05T19:25:29.487+01:00A m o r<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://c6.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/n9001387d/18312_00052e73.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="295" src="http://c6.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/n9001387d/18312_00052e73.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">A m o r </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;">A </span>mo-te </strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;">M </span>eu Anjo </strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;">O</span> ntem… hoje... e para o </strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;">R</span> esto da vida. </strong><br /><br /><br />14-02-05 <br />A.Braga<br />(Chinezzinha)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-3779405207307082825?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-53371146410560875062010-08-05T19:01:00.000+01:002010-08-05T19:01:08.867+01:00Tu em mim...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFr7uW_KzBI/AAAAAAAABnw/DL-Kvhi_cNU/s1600/Krista+Muller+-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFr7uW_KzBI/AAAAAAAABnw/DL-Kvhi_cNU/s400/Krista+Muller+-03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Foto:Krista Muller<br /><br />Ainda sinto... <br /><br />...ainda sinto o teu corpo <br />o teu beijo <br />as tuas mãos nas minhas <br />as tuas mãos no meu corpo <br /><br />ainda sinto... <br />e se disser que não te quero <br />é porque minto... <br />e se disser que não te amo <br />é porque minto... <br /><br />Vou permanecer assim <br />e talvez assim os dias passem <br />sem que não me volte a sentir sozinha <br />pois no meu pensamento <br />o meu corpo é teu. <br /><br /><br />30-01-05 <br />A.Braga<br />(Chinezzinha)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-5337114641056087506?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-71924621439235725622010-08-05T18:47:00.000+01:002010-08-05T18:47:37.692+01:00Delírio...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFr23NpoH8I/AAAAAAAABno/uXTzKhL7kak/s1600/Thoenen_Walo-feelings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFr23NpoH8I/AAAAAAAABno/uXTzKhL7kak/s320/Thoenen_Walo-feelings.jpg" /></a></div><br /><strong>Delírio...</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Meu doce <span style="color: #990000;">fascínio</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Mais louco<span style="color: #990000;"> delírio</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Minha flor de <span style="color: #990000;">Desejo</span></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>A. Braga</strong><br /><strong>(Chinezzinha)</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Foto: Thoenen Walo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-7192462143923572562?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-21354011969210268912010-08-05T18:15:00.001+01:002010-08-05T18:16:03.091+01:00Nas Asas da Saudade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFrxPEFwOpI/AAAAAAAABng/IA75fFMKCBE/s1600/28234873_10_04_2008_0924055001207851685_steve_richard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFrxPEFwOpI/AAAAAAAABng/IA75fFMKCBE/s320/28234873_10_04_2008_0924055001207851685_steve_richard.jpg" width="291" /></a></div>Pelas asas da saudade <br />Viajo por terras sem idade, <br />No olhar vejo fulgor <br />Na pele sinto ardor. <br /><br />Pouso nas encostas da alegria <br />Onde outrora chorava e ria, <br />Percorro caminhos sem fim <br />Sentindo teu olhar em mim. <br /><br />Para terras d’outra cor <br />Em demanda foi a dor, <br />Sinto a alegria renascer <br />Em meu ser, novo viver. <br /><br />10-04-06 <br />A.Braga<br />(Chinezzinha)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />foto:Steve Richard<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-2135401196921026891?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-1053463428431966442010-08-05T17:37:00.002+01:002010-08-05T19:01:51.715+01:00Dançando com a Lua<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://c8.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/n1901e1eb/541245_H96Yh.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://c8.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/n1901e1eb/541245_H96Yh.jpeg" width="161" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Desenho de Luíz Royo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Dançando com a Lua</strong></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Nesta noite de lua cheia</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Quente e abrasadora</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Rodopio nua</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Pela areia da praia…</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Deixando meu corpo dançar</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Simultaneamente com a lua</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>O Oceano beija-me</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Com suas águas calmas e quentes</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Mergulho na calma da noite…</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Visto-me de algas e sal</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Dispo-me da dor e tristeza</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Afundo nas profundezas da mente</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Alcançando minha Paz!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">10-08-05</div><div style="text-align: center;">A.Braga</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Chinezzinha) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-105346342843196644?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-10381175974980893702010-08-04T03:01:00.000+01:002010-08-04T03:01:55.633+01:00Vamos? ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFjJgJ8akpI/AAAAAAAABnA/qfwO0d7Kj8E/s1600/Royo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFjJgJ8akpI/AAAAAAAABnA/qfwO0d7Kj8E/s320/Royo.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Arte de Luiz Royo</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Vamos?...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Nuns húmidos downloads</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>E quentes uploads</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Vamos nos esfregar</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Vamos nos amar</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Em ardentes downloads</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>E animados uploads</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Vamos nos esfregar</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Juntos rebolar...</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Depois nos amar</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Vamos fornicar</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Hummmm…</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Vamos?…</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">29-11-2006</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A.Braga</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-1038117597498089370?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-71985020318792212852010-08-04T02:54:00.001+01:002010-08-04T02:54:55.351+01:00ºº Profana ºº<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Profana</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/00066zb9" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/00066zb9" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Segredo-te mil desejos</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Profanos e carnais</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Que te fazem encantar</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>E te levam a voar</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>P’las encostas do Pecado</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Por vales, rios e montanhas</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Sedentos de desejo</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Partes assim à conquista</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Dos mais recônditos lugares</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Cruzas céus e oceanos</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Campos floridos e</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Praias selvagens</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Vives o pleno Nirvana</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Aterras em meus braços</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Que te enlaçam com ardor.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Escrito em 21-11-2006</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reformulado em 29-11-2006</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A.Braga</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-7198502031879221285?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-14014382970594480702010-07-09T00:10:00.002+01:002010-08-04T01:31:11.050+01:00Na calma do rio…<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TDZa-mk_aDI/AAAAAAAABlk/c5E71FU_dMg/s1600/Rio.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491676827178985522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TDZa-mk_aDI/AAAAAAAABlk/c5E71FU_dMg/s400/Rio.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 250px; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div><div>Desconheço a autoria da imagem</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Na calma do rio…</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Observo a calma ondulação do rio… </b></div><div><b>…enquanto tenho como céu frondosas árvores.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Sentada e quieta… </b></div><div><b>…aqui neste pequeno penedo, </b></div><div><b>lembro-me de amores passados… </b></div><div><b>e de bem-quereres presentes.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>De ti…</b></div><div><b>…recordo aqueles momentos felizes,</b></div><div><b>vividos com a intensidade…</b></div><div><b>…de um raio de Sol ao meio-dia!</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>A.Braga</b></div><div>(Reformulado de um texto meu de 14-02-2005)</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-1401438297059448070?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-10782930375058725782009-07-29T02:17:00.009+01:002009-08-01T00:25:25.236+01:00… momentos!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/Sm-jexgKu4I/AAAAAAAABWw/9OC977CfPqk/s1600-h/Sergey+Demidov.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363685430301211522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/Sm-jexgKu4I/AAAAAAAABWw/9OC977CfPqk/s400/Sergey+Demidov.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Foto: Sergey Demidov</div><div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">T</span>eus braços…</strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">_____</span> envolvendo minha cintura…</strong></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:130%;">T</span>eus</span> lábios…</strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">_____ </span><span style="color:#999999;">d</span>eslizando docemente no meu pescoço</strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">___________</span> em leves beijos…</strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">___________ </span><span style="color:#999999;">d</span>oces carícias…</strong></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">U</span>nidos… em memoráveis …</strong></div><div><strong>… momentos!</strong></div><div><br />29-07-2009 </div><div>Chinezzinha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-1078293037505872578?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-29170828079027454512009-07-09T19:44:00.009+01:002009-07-28T19:44:06.262+01:00Saudade!...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SlY6pHEVs0I/AAAAAAAABRg/0noxzzzCcbE/s1600-h/3-%7Bwyethhouse%7D+is+away....jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356533284750078786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SlY6pHEVs0I/AAAAAAAABRg/0noxzzzCcbE/s400/3-%7Bwyethhouse%7D+is+away....jpg" /></a><br /><div>Foto: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ekk139/">{wyethhouse}</a></div><div><br /><strong>Lá fora... sons campestres</strong></div><div><strong>anunciam a noite...</strong></div><div><strong>que…</strong></div><div><strong>lentamente se aproxima…</strong></div><div><strong>O pastor com o seu rebanho,</strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Calma</span> e <span style="font-size:130%;">Paz</span> me sussurram.</strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Beleza</span> que me deslumbra...</strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Felicidade?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">_________</span><span style="font-size:130%;">Tanta!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Silêncio...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">_______</span>que grita...</strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">_____________</span>Saudade!...</span></strong></div><div><br />9 de Julho de 2009</div><div>Chinezzinha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-2917082807902745451?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-57245855859041025042009-05-17T23:54:00.007+01:002009-05-18T17:32:12.382+01:00Não fui! Estou aqui!...<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/ShCcuaaAWDI/AAAAAAAABJw/dkQAZyaljNs/s1600-h/emily_the_strange_vII_by_mehmeturgu.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336937879610349618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/ShCcuaaAWDI/AAAAAAAABJw/dkQAZyaljNs/s400/emily_the_strange_vII_by_mehmeturgu.jpg" /></a> foto: <a href="http://mehmeturgut.deviantart.com/">mehmet turgut </a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Não fui! Estou aqui!...</strong></div><div align="center"><br />Foste ao <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mar</span></strong> perguntar</div><div align="center">onde estava o <strong>Mistério</strong>...</div><div align="center">Ele me disse: Sei!</div><div align="center">Sei onde o <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mistério</span></strong> encontrar... </div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lua</span> </strong>diz-me onde <span style="font-size:130%;">Ela</span> está?</div><div align="center">... e fez-se um lindo luar... </div><div align="center"><br />Perguntei então ao <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sonho</span></strong></div><div align="center">onde talvez te alcançar?</div><div align="center">Ele apenas respondeu:</div><div align="center">Sabes onde a encontrar!</div><br /><div align="center">Em desespero gritaste...</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vento!</span></strong> Leva-me ao seu lar!</div><div align="center">E o <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Vento</strong> </span>respondeu: <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vai!</span></strong></div><div align="center">Vai ter com ela</div><div align="center"> que de braços <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A</span></strong>bertos</div><div align="center">te espera! </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />13 de Agosto de 2004</div><div align="center">Reformulado em 17 de Maio de 2009</div><div align="center">Chinezzinha </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-5724585585904102504?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-33334165659710497502009-04-15T22:05:00.005+01:002009-04-15T22:12:45.250+01:00Saudade...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SeZM420aGwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/T_kbBAJjhqY/s1600-h/785pascal+renoux.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325028149083904770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SeZM420aGwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/T_kbBAJjhqY/s400/785pascal+renoux.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Foto: <a href="http://www.pascalrenoux.com/">Pascal Renoux</a></div><div><br /><strong>Hoje passeei nas tuas palavras,</strong></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">______________</span> <strong>que me deixaram um rasto de...</strong></div><div>___________________________________________ <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Saudade...</span></strong></div><div><br />15/04/2009</div><div>Chinezzinha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-3333416565971049750?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-71810483578731913072009-04-01T19:16:00.001+01:002009-04-01T19:21:49.885+01:00Diz-me...<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SdOwJQVxU_I/AAAAAAAAAwM/JCPelHOqjpg/s1600-h/75305847.Aloha+Diao+Lavina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319789257906279410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SdOwJQVxU_I/AAAAAAAAAwM/JCPelHOqjpg/s400/75305847.Aloha+Diao+Lavina.jpg" border="0" /></a> Foto: <a href="http://www.pbase.com/aloha_lavina">Aloha Diao Lavina</a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">.<br /></span><strong>...qual, a <span style="font-size:130%;">cor</span> do <span style="font-size:130%;">perfume </span>do teu <span style="font-size:130%;">desejo</span><span style="font-size:180%;">?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /></div></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-7181048357873191307?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-20576239790739428752009-03-18T15:46:00.002Z2009-03-18T15:50:14.931ZDoce Maresia<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/ScEXlVf2o2I/AAAAAAAAArg/L40EACcex5Q/s1600-h/22_09_2008_0008059001222072466_angela_mengoa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314554965467243362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/ScEXlVf2o2I/AAAAAAAAArg/L40EACcex5Q/s400/22_09_2008_0008059001222072466_angela_mengoa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Foto: <a href="http://proverbios31.deviantart.com/">Angela Mengoa</a></div><div><br /><strong>... a brisa da manhã</strong></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">_________</span> <strong>beijando-me a face</strong></div><div><strong>traz-me a doce Maresia</strong></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">_________</span> <strong>que ... nela ...</strong></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">_______________</span> <strong>repousa ...</strong></div><div><strong>deixando-me impregnada ...</strong></div><div><strong>de ...</strong></div><div><strong>... um Doce Aroma Salgado!</strong></div><div><br />15-03-2008</div><div>Chinezzinha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-2057623979073942875?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-36283201962064943072009-03-13T16:23:00.004Z2009-03-13T17:17:43.495Zem silêncio...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbqJK-I996I/AAAAAAAAAp0/ZtE0XLfFaNc/s1600-h/Paul+Torcello-009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312709532009232290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbqJK-I996I/AAAAAAAAAp0/ZtE0XLfFaNc/s400/Paul+Torcello-009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbqJB4lT2oI/AAAAAAAAAps/5d_o5fNJc5g/s1600-h/Paul+Torcello-009.jpg"></a>Foto: Paul Torcello</div><div><br /><strong>em silêncio visito...</strong></div><div><strong>esse sagrado jardim</strong></div><div><strong>...de palavras</strong></div><div><strong>que se cravam na...</strong></div><div><strong>...na minha memória</strong></div><div><strong>e...</strong></div><div><strong>cuja doce melodia</strong></div><div><strong>...me embriaga os sentidos.</strong></div><div><br />13-03-09</div><div>Chinezzinha<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbqI5IqOwZI/AAAAAAAAApk/0Za5Iuk8DgE/s1600-h/Paul+Torcello-009.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-3628320196206494307?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-27120637207810931582009-03-06T00:56:00.005Z2009-03-06T21:41:02.729ZDesejo...<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbB0-8KZlHI/AAAAAAAAAmo/jo3vBJGJtI8/s1600-h/darren+holmes+-00023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309872585320273010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbB0-8KZlHI/AAAAAAAAAmo/jo3vBJGJtI8/s400/darren+holmes+-00023.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Foto: </span><a href="http://www.darrenholmes.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Darren Holmes </span></a></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Desejo...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">é o meu nome.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>E o teu?</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Qual é?</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-2712063720781093158?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-44972360526230151822009-03-05T22:20:00.006Z2009-03-08T23:18:47.353Zd e v a g a r...<strong>d e v a g a r...</strong><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbBQOm8N2WI/AAAAAAAAAmI/IflHWOgxJRg/s1600-h/30461730Howard+Schatz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309832172571318626" style="width: 400px; height: 290px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbBQOm8N2WI/AAAAAAAAAmI/IflHWOgxJRg/s400/30461730Howard+Schatz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Foto: <a href="http://www.howardschatz.com/index.php">Howard Schatz</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_________</span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A</span>ma-me... d e v a g a r...</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">S</span> e m pressa...</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_________</span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">L</span> e n t a m e n t e...</strong><br /><br /><br />11-02-2007<br />Chinezzinha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-4497236052623015182?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-6696746626060818022009-03-05T17:41:00.010Z2009-03-06T21:19:06.824ZDe mãos dadas<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbA3Nz8tuvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/A4NvmfBcVuk/s1600-h/002b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309804671092505330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbA3Nz8tuvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/A4NvmfBcVuk/s400/002b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Foto: <a href="http://www.arnorafaelminkkinen.org/">Arno Rafael Minkkinen<br /></a><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><strong>De mãos dadas temos seguido caminhos </strong><strong>contra tudo e todos,</strong></div><div><strong>De mãos dadas temo-nos amado sem parar,</strong></div><div><strong>De mãos dadas voamos pelas asas dos sonhos,</strong></div><div><strong>De mãos dadas a nossa plena união está próxima,</strong></div><div><strong>E de mãos dadas vamos ficar... a</strong><strong>té à Eternidade!</strong> </div><br /><div>2004</div><div>Chinezzinha</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-669674662606081802?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-71554057597807691042009-03-05T17:21:00.013Z2011-02-12T19:49:24.760ZApeteces-me...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbAy1kHV6II/AAAAAAAAAl4/j-xsOzL6O94/s1600-h/Nicola+Ranaldi+-09.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309799856478742658" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbAy1kHV6II/AAAAAAAAAl4/j-xsOzL6O94/s400/Nicola+Ranaldi+-09.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 299px; width: 400px;" /></a><br />Foto: <a href="http://www.nicolaranaldi.it/">Nicola Ranaldi </a><br /><br /><strong>Sabe tão bem… </strong><br /><strong>Sussurrar-te um “apeteces-me...”</strong><br /><strong>Deixando-te arrepiado…</strong><br /><strong>…e embriagado de desejo!</strong><br /><br />21-06-07<br />ABraga<br />Chinezzinha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-7155405759780769104?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-33406435813104077302009-03-05T16:59:00.002Z2009-03-05T17:06:19.502ZQueria-te aqui...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbAF_yTDOtI/AAAAAAAAAlg/msKYaX35994/s1600-h/Andrew+Pashis.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309750554061388498" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SbAF_yTDOtI/AAAAAAAAAlg/msKYaX35994/s400/Andrew+Pashis.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />Foto: <a href="http://www.altphotos.com/Gallery.aspx?&a=MemberGallery&memberid=11841">Andrew Pashis </a> <br /> <br /><strong>Queria-te aqui...</strong><br /><strong>...rodear-te o corpo como uma serpente</strong><br /><strong>...enroscar-me em ti...</strong><br /><strong>no teu corpo quente...</strong><br /><strong>... e ávido de desejo</strong><br /><strong>E amar-te do jeito que tu gostas...</strong><br /><br />26-06-07<br />Chinezzinha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-3340643581310407730?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-2166494130554698792009-03-01T22:32:00.010Z2009-03-09T15:05:22.128ZSilêncio Sentido!<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SasNWkXRJMI/AAAAAAAAAko/mBEi9ltqbao/s1600-h/Suicide_Girls_Contest_4_by_lexarexa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308351267155813570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SasNWkXRJMI/AAAAAAAAAko/mBEi9ltqbao/s400/Suicide_Girls_Contest_4_by_lexarexa.jpg" border="0" /></a> foto: <a href="http://lexarexa.deviantart.com/">lexarexa</a></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" ><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>ilêncio... </span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">_______ </span><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>entido<span style="font-size:180%;">!</span></span></span></strong></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-216649413055469879?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-66427639284303405142009-02-08T19:58:00.006Z2009-03-08T23:34:01.205ZCinzas...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SY870rFPrNI/AAAAAAAAAh8/eUDONynbkqo/s1600-h/eugenio+recuenco_00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300521062542322898" style="width: 400px; height: 308px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SY870rFPrNI/AAAAAAAAAh8/eUDONynbkqo/s400/eugenio+recuenco_00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />foto: <a href="http://www.eugeniorecuenco.com/">Eugenio Recuenco</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Hoje...</strong><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">____ </span>as minhas <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">palavras</span>,</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">________________</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">choram ...</span></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">___________</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>lágrimas ...</strong><br /><strong>Negras!</strong><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">__________________</span><br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Cinzas...</span></strong> de uma <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">vida...</span></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. </span><br /></span>Fevereiro de 2009<br />Chinezzinha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6642763928430340514?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-61549836531772546812009-01-27T23:16:00.010Z2009-03-08T23:32:40.911ZL e n t a m e n t e<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SX-P1ylyCyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/klGwY6o52uA/s1600-h/657678Pedro+Moreira.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296109841087073058" style="width: 267px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SX-P1ylyCyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/klGwY6o52uA/s400/657678Pedro+Moreira.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Foto: <a href="http://www.pedroxmoreira.com/">Pedro Moreira</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">__________</span><strong>c a e m</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">______________</span><strong>...as folhas</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_______________________</span><strong>l e n t a m e n t e</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">__________</span><strong>repousando...</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_______________________</span><strong>s u a v e m e n t e</strong><br /><strong>no banco vermelho do jardim...</strong><br /><strong>e...</strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">___</span>...na terra seca</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_______</span><strong>p’lo vento...</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br /></span>Outubro de 2008<br />Chinezzinha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6154983653177254681?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-46995423529625382522009-01-02T19:51:00.003Z2009-03-05T21:50:16.457ZSussurro...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5wfpqt3lI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qackKTS3tKk/s1600-h/Roberto_Misiukonis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286786701642817106" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5wfpqt3lI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qackKTS3tKk/s320/Roberto_Misiukonis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto:<a href="http://http//www.photoforum.ru/user/3247/photos.0.0.date.desc.0.0.0.1.en.html">Roberto Misiukonis</a></span><br /><br /><strong>Queria <span style="font-size:85%;">apenas</span> sussurrar-te...</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O quanto</span> te quero...</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O quanto</span> te desejo...</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O quanto</span> gosto de ti...</strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">07-07-2007</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinezzinha<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-4699542352962538252?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-61115528260411239802009-01-02T19:45:00.006Z2009-03-08T23:47:35.420ZVem... Loucamente...<strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_____</span>Vem... <span style="font-size:130%;">Loucamente...<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_</span>Vem...</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5vShhWRVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SwSf8aUAhWQ/s1600-h/Eugeny__Kozhevnikov.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785376606111058" style="width: 320px; height: 227px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5vShhWRVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SwSf8aUAhWQ/s320/Eugeny__Kozhevnikov.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Arte de <a href="http://www.photographer.ru/nonstop/author.htm?id=1188">Eugeny Kozhevnikov</a></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">____</span>Beija-me...</strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">__________</span>Lentamente...</strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">____</span>Aperta-me contra ti...</strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">__________</span>Docemente...</strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">____</span>Húmida... aguardo-te dentro de mim...</strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">__________</span>Loucamente...</strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">9 de Junho de 2007</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinezzinha</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6111552826041123980?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-70388969496155381792009-01-02T19:28:00.006Z2009-05-17T23:37:41.624+01:00S...<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5sbaSQakI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-fsTdlhy7os/s1600-h/3232.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286782230747703874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5sbaSQakI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-fsTdlhy7os/s320/3232.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">foto: Tono Stano</span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">S</span>ensual</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">S</span>ilhueta</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">S</span>edutoramente</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">S</span>ibilando</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">S</span>erpenteia</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">S</span>uavemente</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">20-07-07</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinezzinha</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5sUL9EI0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ow4t2gnFl3U/s1600-h/3232.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-7038896949615538179?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-55267266023540483392009-01-02T19:19:00.002Z2009-03-05T21:52:39.323Ztoque de saudade<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5pHtGvrHI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vJ3nViOyTao/s1600-h/Doug_Heslep-00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286778593667427442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5pHtGvrHI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vJ3nViOyTao/s320/Doug_Heslep-00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">foto: <a href="http://www.dougheslepfineart.com/">Doug Heslep</a></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">saudades</span>...</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">de </span><span style="font-size:130%;">ti</span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><strong>...em mim</strong>!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinezzinha<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-5526726602354048339?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-68178505515594645122009-01-02T19:10:00.002Z2009-03-05T22:52:38.584Ztoque de mistério...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5m81BzdJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/lNN2ahv1EoQ/s1600-h/rennio_maifredi-009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286776207792370834" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5m81BzdJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/lNN2ahv1EoQ/s320/rennio_maifredi-009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">foto: <a href="http://renniomaifredi.com/">Rennio Maifredi</a></span><br /><br /><strong>... e no mar encontro um mistério indecifrável</strong><br /><strong>que me provoca...</strong><br /><strong>que me arrepia e alucina...</strong><br /><strong>que me deixa doida...</strong><br /><strong>... e louca pra te amar...</strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">27-07-2007</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinezzinha<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6817850551559464512?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-25262719660559751782009-01-02T18:35:00.003Z2009-03-05T22:53:49.365Ztoque de desejo<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5ewnWeqKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/CsCZSGRI0eY/s1600-h/Oleg+Kosirev_00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286767201869539490" style="width: 320px; height: 211px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5ewnWeqKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/CsCZSGRI0eY/s320/Oleg+Kosirev_00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto:<a href="http://kosirev.ru/Site%201/Welcome.html">Oleg Kosirev</a></span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">tu</span></strong> </span><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">em</span></strong> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">mim</span></strong></div><div><strong>flor</strong> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;">em</span></strong> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">desejo</span></strong></div><div><br />Chinezzinha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-2526271966055975178?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-55186066869847007822009-01-02T18:30:00.005Z2009-03-05T22:55:12.718ZIn...tensa...mente...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5dmHlgSjI/AAAAAAAAAZc/3V0RVRL6JS4/s1600-h/Torsten_Brandt-0049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286765922032306738" style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5dmHlgSjI/AAAAAAAAAZc/3V0RVRL6JS4/s320/Torsten_Brandt-0049.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">foto: <a href="http://www.foto-brandt.de/">Torsten Brandt</a></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">In...</span>tensa...<span style="font-size:130%;">mente...</span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><strong>...me serpenteio em ti...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">...prazer!</span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Inspirado </span><a href="http://penumbra-o.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">daqui</span></a><br /><br />Chinezzinha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-5518606686984700782?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-71866889517007114232009-01-02T18:26:00.003Z2009-03-05T22:59:11.499Ztoque de prazer...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5cu-5lZZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/dPepLWXFxzU/s1600-h/christopher-ben-piano-legs-9907170.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286764974807803282" style="width: 350px; height: 251px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SV5cu-5lZZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/dPepLWXFxzU/s400/christopher-ben-piano-legs-9907170.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">foto: <a href="http://eu.art.com/gallery/id--a7161/ben-christopher-prints.htm">Ben Christopher</a></span><br /><br />Na <strong>partitura</strong> do <strong>meu corpo</strong>...<br />...<strong>encontras</strong> o <strong>pleno <span style="font-size:130%;">prazer</span></strong>...<br /><br />Chinezzinha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-7186688951700711423?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-6364949177859800542008-11-26T18:50:00.013Z2009-03-08T23:50:18.197Zºº Alucinada loucura ºº<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SS2aj5xKwzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/TxdYvP4-4iA/s1600-h/lucija.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273040680313865010" style="width: 220px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SS2aj5xKwzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/TxdYvP4-4iA/s320/lucija.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Foto: Lucija<br /><br /><strong>Mesmo que perdida no meio de tanta papelada…</strong><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SS2aug-Q4hI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QQEY2DbYZak/s1600-h/Markus+Lindner.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273040862636466706" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 294px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SS2aug-Q4hI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QQEY2DbYZak/s320/Markus+Lindner.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Foto: Markus Lindner<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_____</span><strong>Bocas ansiosas</strong><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Se vão sorver...<br /></strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_____</span><strong>Corpos agitados</strong><br /><strong>Se vão unir...</strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_________</span><strong>Alucinada loucura</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Como só nós<br />Sabemos compor…<br /></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">___________</span><strong>Logo…</strong></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><br /></strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">____________</span><strong>Mais logo!</strong></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><br /></strong><br /><br />14/05/08<br />Chinezzinha</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-636494917785980054?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-50999153227458581052008-07-29T22:32:00.013+01:002009-03-08T23:51:55.389ZDespe-me!...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SI-N8DlCPtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ldf4okukWTo/s1600-h/Aloisio+Brito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228553755292745426" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/SI-N8DlCPtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ldf4okukWTo/s320/Aloisio+Brito.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=";font-size:9;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: <a href="http://www.aloisiobrito.com/">Aloisio Brito</a></span></span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=";font-size:9;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style=";font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNoSpacing" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Agora que o Calor se aproxima…<o:p></o:p></strong></span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNoSpacing" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_____________</span> O corpo pede…<o:p></o:p></strong></span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNoSpacing" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">___________________ </span>Despe-me!</strong></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /><span style=";font-family:';font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-5099915322745858105?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-67452751089187040352008-03-14T00:11:00.005Z2009-03-05T23:01:28.455Zºº Pudesse eu… ºº<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/R-nPpPrGBQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5pcbGOvWBaw/s1600-h/Erik%2BAlmas.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/R-nPpPrGBQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5pcbGOvWBaw/s320/Erik%2BAlmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181901153755333890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: <a href="http://www.erikalmas.com/">Erik Almas</a><br /><br /></span>Pudesse eu…<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span>udesse eu… ser um navio e atracaria em teus lábios,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span>udesse eu… ser uma onda do mar e morreria em teu corpo,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span>udesse eu… ser a Lua e iluminaria tuas noites sem luar,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span>udesse eu… ser o Sol e te abraçaria com meus raios,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span>udesse eu… ser o Universo e explodiria para em ti renascer!<br /><br />13 de Março de 2008<br />Chinezzinha</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style=""><span style="font-size:11;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6745275108918704035?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-68622743138598625142008-03-02T01:31:00.008Z2009-03-08T23:54:52.321Zºº Inteiramente... Tua… ºº<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/R8oDyJqGl8I/AAAAAAAAALc/OYzFQFjlVec/s1600-h/Stefan+Beutler.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172951282109290434" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/R8oDyJqGl8I/AAAAAAAAALc/OYzFQFjlVec/s320/Stefan+Beutler.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Foto: Stefan Beutler</span></p><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>D</strong>eixo… &… <strong>S</strong>ou…<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_______</span><strong>A</strong>qui neste instante...<br /><strong>D</strong>eixo teus braços se envolverem em mim,<br /><strong>D</strong>eixo tua boca se encontrar na minha,<br /><strong>D</strong>eixo tuas mãos me acariciarem,<br /><strong>D</strong>eixo teus olhos me possuírem,<br /><strong>D</strong>eixo tua voz me endoidecer,<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">______</span><strong>P</strong>orque …<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">____________</span><strong>S</strong>ou,… inteiramente <strong>T</strong>ua…<br /><br />29 de Fevereiro de 2008<br />(Chinezzinha) </span></span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6862274313859862514?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-61220747412491873112007-11-27T18:40:00.002Z2009-03-06T22:38:14.070ZNum querer…<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/R0xk8lKnPII/AAAAAAAAAKU/ukZvWCxpxbM/s1600-h/Querer+By+Chinezzinha.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137592266854448258" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/R0xk8lKnPII/AAAAAAAAAKU/ukZvWCxpxbM/s320/Querer+By+Chinezzinha.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Num querer…<br /><br /></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">É num querer inatingível que alcançamos o impossível e te sinto junto a mim…<br />A tua mão suave e morna desliza pela minha face em jeito de ternura e teus olhos me olham com amor…<br />Uma mescla de calma e ânsia nos invade e se mistura nos nossos poros que respiram todo o nosso desejo proibido. Deslizo minhas mãos pelo teu tronco e te sorrio. Sorrio pela calma que me transmites…por te ter assim tão perto... por saber que és real…Sorrindo nos beijamos docemente....lentamente…<br />E…Nesse nosso querer, atingimos a plenitude!<br /></span></div><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">4 de Fevereiro de 2007 <?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Chinezzinha<br />Direitos Autorais Reservados</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6122074741249187311?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-42206274987910975872007-11-27T18:31:00.005Z2009-03-09T00:00:45.707ZSentidos...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/R0xjIVKnPHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FOmSsH2bDOY/s1600-h/Paul+Mahder.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137590269694655602" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/R0xjIVKnPHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FOmSsH2bDOY/s320/Paul+Mahder.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fotografia de Paul Mahder<br /><br /><strong>Sentidos...</strong><br /><br /><strong>Embala-me nos teus sonhos</strong><br /><strong>_____________…acaricia-me os sentidos…</strong><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Beija-me a Alma.<br /></strong><br />2 de Março de 2007</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Chinezzinha</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-4220627498791097587?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-33982213512794992022007-11-27T18:28:00.000Z2008-12-09T19:15:02.648ZNatureza em Mim<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/R0xiBFKnPGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0F7zoz7z2R0/s1600-h/Francisco+Huete+Martos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/R0xiBFKnPGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0F7zoz7z2R0/s320/Francisco+Huete+Martos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137589045628976226" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; color: black;">Graffiti de Francisco Huete Martos</span></em><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">Natureza em Mim<br /><br /><br />Água revolta do mar…<br />Corta-me o corpo inerte…<br />Ó Vento agreste, dá-me a mão…<br />E... Leva-me para longe,<br />Destes véus de ilusões!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Trebuchet MS";" lang="EN">20 de Março de 2007<br />Chinezzinha<br />Direitos Autorais Reservados</span><span style="" lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-3398221351279499202?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-4992369719421703142007-08-24T00:22:00.002+01:002009-03-06T21:39:48.874ZSe um beijo…<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/Rs4WzuLbKeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AmSRvPsexlE/s1600-h/Haleh+Bryan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102040505682438626" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/Rs4WzuLbKeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AmSRvPsexlE/s320/Haleh+Bryan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Foto: Haleh Bryan<br /><br />Se um beijo…<br /><br />Se… um beijo fosse… uma flor, brindar-te-ia com um jardim,<br />Se… um beijo fosse… uma pérola d’água brindar-te-ia com o oceano,<br />Se… um beijo fosse… uma gota d’orvalho, brindar-te-ia com o céu,<br />Se… um beijo fosse… uma estrela, brindar-te-ia com o firmamento,<br />Se… um beijo fosse… uma alma, brindar-te-ia com a minha...<br /><br />15 de Julho de 2005<br />(Chinezzinha)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-499236971942170314?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-24208192016566867152007-08-24T00:19:00.000+01:002008-12-09T19:15:03.222ZMar de Sensações<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/Rs4Wa-LbKdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_p2_VO8ity8/s1600-h/Nikola+Borissov.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/Rs4Wa-LbKdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_p2_VO8ity8/s320/Nikola+Borissov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102040080480676306" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Foto: Nikola Borissov<br /><br /><strong>M</strong>ar de <strong>S</strong>ensações<br /><br />Posso sentir quando te imagino<br />Os teus lábios roçando os meus,<br /><br />Posso sentir quando te imagino<br />A tua língua brincando com a minha,<br /><br />Posso sentir quando te imagino<br />Os teus braços me enlaçando,<br /><br />Posso sentir quando te imagino<br />A tua pele quente colada à minha,<br /><br />Posso sentir quando te imagino<br />Os teus lábios percorrendo meu corpo,<br /><br />Posso sentir quando te imagino<br />O doce arrepiar que me enfeitiça,<br /><br />Posso sentir quando te imagino<br />O prazer em mar de sensações…<br /><br />18 de Agosto de 2007<br />(Chinezzinha)<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-2420819201656686715?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-52815344172608130532007-08-16T16:44:00.005+01:002009-03-09T00:02:59.444ZB e i j o …<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/RsRxGOLbKYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/G31GUDhNOgw/s1600-h/LebaiserdehoteldebvilleParis_1950RobertDoisneau.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099325029789411714" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/RsRxGOLbKYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/G31GUDhNOgw/s320/LebaiserdehoteldebvilleParis_1950RobertDoisneau.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fotografia de de Robert Doisneau (Paris, 1950)<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">B</span></strong> <strong>e i j o …</strong><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>…Bocas que se unem…<br /></strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">______</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Num beijo molhado…<br />Quente de Desejo!<br /></strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">______ </span><strong>…E sôfrego de Paixão!</strong><br /><br />07-07-2007<br />Chinezzinha</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-5281534417260813053?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-78780906674209635932007-08-15T23:40:00.004+01:002009-03-09T00:02:09.870ZSuave Carícia…<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><img title="" alt="undefined" src="http://sol.sapo.pt/photos/chinezzinha/images/311729/233x375.aspx" align="bottom" border="1" height="375" hspace="1" width="233" /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Foto: Weng Ziyang<br /><br /><strong>S</strong>uave <strong>C</strong>arícia…<br /><br /><strong>Adoro sentir o vento, que docemente….</strong></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_____</span>acaricia meus cabelos e, … com seus dedos suaves, </span></strong></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>… os beija… e neles larga… um doce aroma inebriante<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_____</span> … do mar lá longe… aqui tão perto…<br /></strong></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />13 de Agosto de 2007<br />Chinezzinha</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-7878090667420963593?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-9100298044864000392007-07-23T19:44:00.001+01:002008-12-09T19:15:03.604ZOrgia de Sensações<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/RqT357ULd5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/qKCCtMZqH_A/s1600-h/GeorgePortz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/RqT357ULd5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/qKCCtMZqH_A/s320/GeorgePortz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090466053382436754" border="0" /></a><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:10;" >Fotografia de George Portz</span><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:10;" ></span></div><br /><p><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:10;" ></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Orgia de Sensações</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" ></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:10;" ></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Numa orgia de cheiros e sabores</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >De abraços e olhares<br />de toques e sensações</span><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" ></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >De odores inebriantes</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Em volúpia me abro</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Para te receber</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Qual pétala molhada</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Em manhã de orvalhada</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Ansiando teu néctar</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Que me banhará de prazer</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >E em lençóis de desejo</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Largo meu véu</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >E me perco em pecado</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Em teu corpo salgado</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Que respira doce loucura</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >E em deleite</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Recebes m’nha alma</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:11;" >Em pleno esplendor!</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:10;" ></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:10;" >07-07-07</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:'Berlin Sans FB','sans-serif';font-size:10;" >(Chinezzinha)</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-910029804486400039?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-55366016216437024182007-07-18T23:35:00.005+01:002011-05-03T21:28:04.300+01:00Incandescente! Gosto! [1ª Versão]<div align="left" class="Ana" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div align="left" class="Ana" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFi7yYXkkCI/AAAAAAAABm4/cdoKItk1Nwg/s1600/Luiz+Royo+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/TFi7yYXkkCI/AAAAAAAABm4/cdoKItk1Nwg/s320/Luiz+Royo+02.jpg" /></a></div><div align="left" class="Ana" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div align="left" class="Ana" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div align="left" class="Ana" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div align="left" class="Ana" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div align="left" class="Ana" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div align="left" class="Ana" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div align="left" class="Ana" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div align="left" class="Ana" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;"><i>Arte By Luiz Royo </i></span></div><div align="left" class="Ana" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Incandescente! Gosto! [1ª Versão] </span></div><div align="left" class="Ana" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br />Gosto de te sentir louco<br />De te deixar insano de desejo.<br />Gosto…<br /><br />Gosto de te deixar alucinado<br />Com meus lábios em teu corpo<br />Numa dança sensual e erótica.<br />Gosto…<br /><br />Gosto de mordiscar tua pele</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;">Sentir o seu odor e degustar seu sabor.<br />Gosto…<br /><br />Gosto de ouvir teus sussurros<br />Da música dos teus gemidos<br />Em meus ouvidos.<br />Gosto… </span></div><div align="left" class="Ana" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Gosto de sentir tuas mãos e lábios<br />Percorrendo em doces carícias minhas costas.<br />Gosto…<br /><br />Gosto do teu toque suave e atrevido<br />Em meu corpo ardente.<br />Gosto…<br /><br />Gosto de te sentir fervente.<br />Incandescente…<br />Gosto!</span></div><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">9 de Junho de 2007</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">[A.Braga]</span></span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">, in "7 Pecados"<br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-5536601621643702418?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-68123042381634594302007-07-18T23:33:00.000+01:002007-11-15T17:53:55.083ZIncandescente …<p class="Ana" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span><span style=";font-family:Berlin Sans FB;font-size:100%;" ><img src="http://sol.sapo.pt/photos/chinezzinha/images/253336/500x375.aspx" style="width: 400px; height: 275px;" border="1" height="275" hspace="1" width="400" /> </span></span></p><p class="Ana" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span><span style=";font-family:Berlin Sans FB;font-size:100%;" >Incandescente …</span></span></p><p class="Ana" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB;"><span style="font-size:11;">Gosto de te sentir louco<br />De te deixar insano de desejo.<br />Gosto!<br /><br />Gostava de te deixar alucinado<br />Com meus lábios em teu corpo<br />Numa dança sensual e erótica.<br />Gostava…<br /><br />Gostava de mordiscar tua pele<br /></span><span style="font-size:11;">Sentir</span><span style="font-size:11;"> <span>o seu </span></span><span style="font-size:11;">odor…</span><span style="font-size:11;"> </span><span style="font-size:11;">degustar</span><span style="font-size:11;"> o seu </span><span style="font-size:11;">sabor.</span></span><span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB;"><span style="font-size:11;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:11;">Gostava</span></span><span style="font-size:11;"><span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB;">…<br /><br />Gostava de ouvir teus sussurros<br />Da música dos teus gemidos<br />Em meus ouvidos.<br />Gostava…<br /><br />Gostava do teu toque suave e atrevido<br />Em meu corpo ardente.<br />Gostava…<br /><br />Gostava de sentir tuas mãos e lábios<br />Percorrendo em doces carícias minhas costas.<br />Gostava…<br /><br />Gosto de te sentir fervente.<br />Incandescente …<br />Gosto!</span></span></p><p class="Ana" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11;"><span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="Ana" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11;"><span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB;"> </span></span></p><p class="Ana" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11;"><span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB;">9 de Junho de 2007</span></span></p><p class="Ana" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11;"><span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB;">(Chinezzinha)</span></span></p><p class="Ana" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-6812304238163459430?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-36242310861598308742007-07-17T18:44:00.000+01:002008-12-09T19:15:03.822ZMenino da Rua<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/Rp0ATOUSL_I/AAAAAAAAABA/yRIYtHWaU5M/s1600-h/meninodarua.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXofBlSBlRU/Rp0ATOUSL_I/AAAAAAAAABA/yRIYtHWaU5M/s320/meninodarua.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088223484259217394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Menino da Rua</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Por vielas e por ruas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Vagueias de mãos nuas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Levas do passado ternura</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Trazes no coração amargura<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Caminhas pela cidade</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Em busca de pão e calor<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Alguém te descobre e com amor</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Ameniza a tua dor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cambaleando voltas a ti</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">P’ro teu abrigo de jornal</span><br />s<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">arcasticamente ris do mal</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que a vida fez de ti<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Em silêncio, choras teu fado</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ris-te da vida e da morte…<br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gritas ao Mundo, que surdo<br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Não ouve teu lamento.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">18-05-2006<br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(Chinezzinha)<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-3624231086159830874?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-1119884752759803402005-06-27T16:03:00.001+01:002010-08-04T02:45:36.900+01:00Angústia<div align="center"><strong>Angústia<br /></strong></div><div align="center"><div class="img"><img align="absBottom" alt="0005s1c6" border="0" height="400" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/0005s1c6" width="350" /></div></div><br /><div align="center">Angustiada…<br />Perdida...<br />Sem forças para lutar…<br />Assim me encontro.<br />Busco um carinho perdido,<br />Uma razão para ver de novo o sol,<br />A brilhar lá no céu.<br />Mas não sei que mais fazer…<br />Para teu amor reconquistar.<br />Provavelmente impossível,<br />Atrás voltar<br />E erros corrigir.<br />E assim vou caminhando:<br />Angustiada…<br />Perdida...<br />Sem forças para lutar…<br /><br />18-02-2005</div><div align="center">(Chinezzinha)<br /><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-111988475275980340?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-1119883257626603272005-06-27T15:36:00.000+01:002007-11-15T17:42:34.402ZEm meus sonhos…<div align="center"><strong>Em meus sonhos…<br /></strong><br /><!--/foto--><!--rodar--><br /><div class="img"><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/0006315d" target="_blank"><img alt="0006315d" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/0006315d" align="absbottom" border="0" height="298" width="370" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Da janela do meu quarto<br />Viajo contigo em sonhos…<br />Olho os campos ao fundo<br />Miro um casal de namorados<br />Vão felizes a sorrir<br />Esquecidos deste mundo vil<br />Amam-se na erva do prado…<br />Fecho a janela dos sonhos<br />Continuando meus sonhos<br />Deitada na erva do prado.<br /><br />14-02-2005<br /></p><p align="center">(Chinezzinha)</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-111988325762660327?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-1119882803902407382005-06-27T15:29:00.000+01:002007-11-15T17:45:09.506ZFusão de Almas<div align="center"><strong>Fusão de Almas<br /></strong><br /><div class="img"><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/0005k0aw" target="_blank"><img alt="0005k0aw" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/0005k0aw" align="absbottom" border="0" height="300" width="400" /></a></div> <!--/foto--><!--rodar--><br />Num sedutor olhar<br />E doce sonhar<br />Desnudas tua alma<br />Nesta noite de luar<br />Almejo calada<br />Teu corpo tomar.<br />Possuído teu corpo<br />A dança altera-se<br />Encaixas meu corpo no teu<br />E juntos em sintonia corporal<br />Nos amamos<br />Culminando numa fusão de almas.<br /><br />16-02-05<br /><div align="center">(Chinezzinha)<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span></span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-111988280390240738?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-1119882299620262732005-06-27T15:22:00.000+01:002007-11-15T17:43:10.305ZSim!Sei!<div style="text-align: center;" class="img"><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/00057e66" target="_blank"><img alt="00057e66" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/00057e66" align="absbottom" border="0" height="418" width="310" /></a></div> <!--/foto--><!--rodar--><p align="center">Sim! Tocamos o tecto do Universo,<br />Fomos Deuses por instantes,<br />Alcançamos o Prazer Eterno,<br />Que ainda sinto,<br />Quando em ti penso.<br />Como Eros e Psique,<br />O nosso Amor e Alma<br />Permanecerão juntos<br />Pela Eternidade!<br /><br /></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">01-05-05<br /><br /></div><div align="center">(Chinezzinha)<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-111988229962026273?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-1119881408042841932005-06-27T15:03:00.001+01:002010-08-04T02:30:43.049+01:00Sinto ainda...<div align="center"><strong>Sinto ainda…</strong></div><br /><div class="img" style="text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/photos/chinezzinha/images/42513/original.aspx" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="236" src="http://sol.sapo.pt/photos/chinezzinha/images/42513/original.aspx" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Sinto ainda…<br />Teus lábios deslizarem…<br />Pelo meu corpo<br />Numa sensual dança.<br /><br />Sinto ainda…<br />Os teus lábios nos meus,<br />Trocando loucos beijos.<br /><br />Sinto ainda…<br />As tuas mãos em mim,<br />Explorando cada canto<br />De meu corpo.<br /><br />Sinto ainda…<br />Teus sussurros em meus ouvidos.<br />Com palavras quentes e excitantes.<br /><br />Sinto ainda…<br />Os nossos corpos<br />Numa dança sensual e erótica.<br /><br />Sinto ainda…<br />Todo o teu fluido<br />Jorrado em meu corpo.<br /><br />Sinto ainda…<br />Aquele momento explosivo<br />De total prazer.<br /><br />Sinto-te ainda…meu dançarino…<br />Dançarino das Sombras<br />Dançarino do Olimpo<br />Dançarino dos Sonhos<br />Dançarino do Prazer<br />Dançarino do Amor!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">01-05-05</div><div align="center">(Chinezzinha)<br /><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-111988140804284193?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-1118961976862587572005-06-16T23:44:00.000+01:002007-11-15T17:51:35.506ZMeu encanto<div align="center"><strong>Meu encanto</strong> </div><div align="center"> <div class="img"><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/000689e4" target="_blank"><img alt="000689e4" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/000689e4" align="absbottom" border="0" height="449" width="332" /></a></div> <!--/foto--><!--rodar--><br /><br />Sinto necessidade de paz, necessidade de me sentir amada e acarinhada.<br />Sinto-te aqui a meu lado, fazendo-me carinhos no meu rosto e cabelo.<br />Aqui, na praia sentamo-nos na areia branca, contemplando a beleza das ondas a bater na areia. Colocas o teu braço em redor de meus ombros e com a mão levantas meu rosto e me beijas de leve na boca.<br />A sensação do calor do sol na cara dá-me a tranquilidade, a energia e força… Que tanto preciso.<br />O teu braço em mim, dá-me alento e coragem para encarar o enfadonho dia-a-dia.<br />Meu encanto, a teu lado sinto-me feliz.<br /><br />14-02-2005<br /></div><div align="center">(Chinezzinha)<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-111896197686258757?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13428094.post-1118960059424747672005-06-16T23:25:00.000+01:002007-11-15T17:50:01.463ZAmigo Especial<div align="center"><strong>Amigo Especial<br /><br /></strong></div><div align="center"> <div class="img"><a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/0005fkrr" target="_blank"><img alt="0005fkrr" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/chinezzinha/pic/0005fkrr" align="absbottom" border="0" height="368" width="400" /></a></div> <!--/foto--><!--rodar--><br />Quando eu preciso de ajuda,<br />Estás sempre de braços abertos.<br />Nos dias mais tristes,<br />Alegras-me o coração.<br />Quando te conto as minhas tristezas,<br />Escutas sem me julgar,<br />E sempre me dás bons conselhos.<br />Quando te conto as minhas vitórias,<br />Sentes-te feliz,<br />Como se elas fossem também tuas.<br />O teu apoio ininterrupto,<br />E a tua palavra amiga,<br />Dá-me muita força.<br />Quando fui injusta contigo,<br />E te magoei,<br />Soubeste-me perdoar.<br />A tua amizade é<br />Uma das coisas mais felizes<br />Que me aconteceram!<br />Obrigada Internet!<br />Por me teres<br />dado este amigo real.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">22 de Abril de 2005 </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">(Chinezzinha)<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Todos os Direitos Reservados</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13428094-111896005942474767?l=letraseletrass.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A.noreply@blogger.com6