<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319</id><updated>2012-01-27T02:57:48.525-02:00</updated><title type='text'>meus instantes meus momentos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>329</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-2676520607318409008</id><published>2012-01-21T23:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:30:30.070-02:00</updated><title type='text'>vertices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8x1xtWrgfOM/TxtmTWjvIHI/AAAAAAAACuo/nC-D_a3Xvdg/s1600/gozo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 515px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700262236026511474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8x1xtWrgfOM/TxtmTWjvIHI/AAAAAAAACuo/nC-D_a3Xvdg/s400/gozo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...reinvento prazeres. Controlando incontrolaveis descontroles de gozo para dividir contigo no momento magico do teu primeiro espasmo. Fico latejando, em teu corpo que se encaixa e grita. Impudor de palavras e gestos num vai e vem forte e fundo, desconexo. Num compasso que morde labio e geme, acompanhando o ritmo quente e molhado em teus tremores e suores. Dança irreal de pele e pelos que enlouquece e cura. Alquimia. Numa poesia de corpos não escrita. Tremores multiplos, lúdicos ,constantes. olhar que se fecha caleidoscopicamente em gozo, contínuo. Multicor. Misturas cumplices. Lagrimas, sorrisos, vórtices, vértices. Nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-2676520607318409008?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2676520607318409008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=2676520607318409008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2676520607318409008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2676520607318409008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2012/01/vertices.html' title='vertices...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8x1xtWrgfOM/TxtmTWjvIHI/AAAAAAAACuo/nC-D_a3Xvdg/s72-c/gozo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5660018701044543803</id><published>2011-12-31T06:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:37:39.003-02:00</updated><title type='text'>o  homem , o poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daWsCZ3gN48/Tv7JnJUSOtI/AAAAAAAACtc/C860G5ugFoM/s1600/822610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 464px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 437px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692208653395966674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daWsCZ3gN48/Tv7JnJUSOtI/AAAAAAAACtc/C860G5ugFoM/s400/822610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me divido em ti....&lt;br /&gt;entre o homem e o poeta.&lt;br /&gt;O poeta que te acaricia e embala,&lt;br /&gt;e o homem que te deseja .&lt;br /&gt;Um que te beija,&lt;br /&gt;o outro que suga e te entra&lt;br /&gt;Um te estende a mão,&lt;br /&gt;o outro te come.&lt;br /&gt;Um te sorri, o outro te morde.&lt;br /&gt;Um que é carinho,&lt;br /&gt;o outro é tesão.&lt;br /&gt;Um te carrega no colo,&lt;br /&gt;o outro te joga na cama.&lt;br /&gt;Um seca lágrimas das tuas tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;o outro te enxarca de prazer.&lt;br /&gt;um te ama,&lt;br /&gt;o outro é paixão.&lt;br /&gt;um é coração, o outro é a pele.&lt;br /&gt;um te dá o pecado, o outro a ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Se independem, se completam,&lt;br /&gt;Um te ama , o outro te quer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5660018701044543803?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5660018701044543803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5660018701044543803&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5660018701044543803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5660018701044543803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-homem-o-poeta.html' title='o  homem , o poeta'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daWsCZ3gN48/Tv7JnJUSOtI/AAAAAAAACtc/C860G5ugFoM/s72-c/822610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-2859975201662575986</id><published>2011-11-13T13:59:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:14:28.882-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwgB6AtyqkY/Tr_qfcKqMjI/AAAAAAAACoI/knAQLoxL1h8/s1600/mau%2B%2Bx%2B%2Blau%2B%2B2008-nov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 573px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwgB6AtyqkY/Tr_qfcKqMjI/AAAAAAAACoI/knAQLoxL1h8/s400/mau%2B%2Bx%2B%2Blau%2B%2B2008-nov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674511881367859762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;...e sem pudor, me buscou o rosto, me lambeu a boca. E fez de seus sonhos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;suas pressas. Na urgencia escorregadia da mão, conheceu meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;em sensações de pele,veias e pelos, arrepios e suores .&lt;br /&gt;Nessa ansia,  sentiu-se enfim em gozo...E tremendo,gemeu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;chorou , sorriu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-2859975201662575986?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2859975201662575986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=2859975201662575986&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2859975201662575986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2859975201662575986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwgB6AtyqkY/Tr_qfcKqMjI/AAAAAAAACoI/knAQLoxL1h8/s72-c/mau%2B%2Bx%2B%2Blau%2B%2B2008-nov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5194583600840995759</id><published>2011-11-03T07:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T07:38:30.124-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm6DXxY3mVA/TrJg5rmpWnI/AAAAAAAACnA/qpufR8xHp1w/s1600/mau%2Be%2Blau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 462px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 536px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670701424886504050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm6DXxY3mVA/TrJg5rmpWnI/AAAAAAAACnA/qpufR8xHp1w/s400/mau%2Be%2Blau.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fui até o mais fundo possivel&lt;br /&gt;que pude ir em ti,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto na superficie,&lt;br /&gt;nossos corpos se roçavam.&lt;br /&gt;Acintosos, famintos,&lt;br /&gt;te arrancando gemidos e gritos&lt;br /&gt;num quase impudor de desejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nesse louco ir e vir&lt;br /&gt;e no atrito lascivo de pele, pelos e óleo&lt;br /&gt;ultrapassei o limite dos teus principios&lt;br /&gt;e te fiz gozar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E gozei contigo&lt;br /&gt;o mais forte e contínuo gozo que voce já teve.&lt;br /&gt;o mais longo e profundo gozo,&lt;br /&gt;que nós pudemos gozar.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5194583600840995759?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5194583600840995759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5194583600840995759&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5194583600840995759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5194583600840995759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/11/fui-ate-o-mais-fundo-possivel-que-pude.html' title=''/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm6DXxY3mVA/TrJg5rmpWnI/AAAAAAAACnA/qpufR8xHp1w/s72-c/mau%2Be%2Blau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-2956943228703288747</id><published>2011-10-27T06:08:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T06:15:12.922-02:00</updated><title type='text'>segredos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9n4hNBrsSo8/TqkSbbw3nhI/AAAAAAAACl8/ugNJklohJ1Y/s1600/nao%2Bdormir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 483px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 522px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668081868540976658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9n4hNBrsSo8/TqkSbbw3nhI/AAAAAAAACl8/ugNJklohJ1Y/s400/nao%2Bdormir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...beijar um beijo abafado por uma boca que passeia sonhos, despertando desejos. Melando pele, murmurando salivas e suores desenhando na carne dialogos mudos do aço quente que invade talho e remorsos. Da vontade escancarada e constante numa cama de não dormir. Inflama e arde. Gozos tensos e sensações. Adolescenciar fantasias ao abrir o corpo, ajoelhado, exposto e sem pudor, em exibicionismo e entrega. Rasgo o desejo dos teus gritos, num corpo que se abre, e geme a dor de prazeres que um impulso rijo e forte faz. Como entrega de um segredo que se guarda, enxarcado e louco .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-2956943228703288747?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2956943228703288747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=2956943228703288747&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2956943228703288747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2956943228703288747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/10/segredos.html' title='segredos'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9n4hNBrsSo8/TqkSbbw3nhI/AAAAAAAACl8/ugNJklohJ1Y/s72-c/nao%2Bdormir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-9205721490775573066</id><published>2011-10-15T05:10:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T05:18:56.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sexo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VM04uhoesVk/TplAVN_ooII/AAAAAAAACi4/WUOVjyR3Sqg/s1600/Montevideo%2B2011..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 511px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 437px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663628739673104514" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VM04uhoesVk/TplAVN_ooII/AAAAAAAACi4/WUOVjyR3Sqg/s400/Montevideo%2B2011..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;De repente me fazem uma pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;_como voce consegue manter 3 blogs que falam sobre sexo há mais de 3 anos, e falando sempre sobre a mesma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Sabe porque ? respondo&lt;br /&gt;_ O sexo é sempre novidade. Não esse "sexo comum" que voce imagina ou conhece. Essa meia hora de vontades que voce busca 2 vezes por semana. O sexo não é uma finalidade numa relação, e sim consequencia e motivo. O sexo que eu digo, partilho e faço, é sexo de tempo todo, de madrugada a fora, de repetir, de fazer acontecer, de não querer parar, de não deixar dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Esse meu jeito de amar, pode manter meus blogs indefinidamente. porque motivos e inspiração eu não deixo cair nunca...&lt;br /&gt;E sexo nunca é a mesma coisa, ou pelo menos eu não deixo ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-9205721490775573066?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9205721490775573066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=9205721490775573066&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/9205721490775573066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/9205721490775573066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/10/sexo.html' title='sexo?'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VM04uhoesVk/TplAVN_ooII/AAAAAAAACi4/WUOVjyR3Sqg/s72-c/Montevideo%2B2011..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-3455827716467430955</id><published>2011-10-07T05:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T05:44:53.337-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fantasias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eg1QHDzIDiM/To67x4RDAgI/AAAAAAAACiA/s4HhYprcgI4/s1600/poa%2B2009%2Bdez.%2Bmb%2BSil..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 528px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 409px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660668247243162114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eg1QHDzIDiM/To67x4RDAgI/AAAAAAAACiA/s4HhYprcgI4/s400/poa%2B2009%2Bdez.%2Bmb%2BSil..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sou a fantasia, louca e sem pudores&lt;br /&gt;que desperta e aguça a gula dos teus prazeres.&lt;br /&gt;A voz que sussurra em teus ouvidos,&lt;br /&gt;todos os teus arrepios.&lt;br /&gt;O óleo que molha teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;na solitária madrugada das tuas insonias.&lt;br /&gt;A mão que dança febril em tua pele,&lt;br /&gt;à urgência frenetica dos teus dedos....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-3455827716467430955?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3455827716467430955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=3455827716467430955&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3455827716467430955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3455827716467430955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/10/fantasias.html' title='fantasias'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eg1QHDzIDiM/To67x4RDAgI/AAAAAAAACiA/s4HhYprcgI4/s72-c/poa%2B2009%2Bdez.%2Bmb%2BSil..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-1224650100515108093</id><published>2011-10-03T22:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:09:30.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'>enfim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vR0h20DxdSI/TopbeasOjiI/AAAAAAAAChw/lclBzPVNv4s/s1600/sesso%2Banale.%2BMaurizio%2BX%2B%2BLucia%2B2011.%2BPoA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 503px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 563px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659436459863477794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vR0h20DxdSI/TopbeasOjiI/AAAAAAAAChw/lclBzPVNv4s/s400/sesso%2Banale.%2BMaurizio%2BX%2B%2BLucia%2B2011.%2BPoA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e de repente descontrolamente gemeu&lt;br /&gt;gemeu sem esperar, sem saber, sem pedir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;sentiu-se entregue em toda sua profundidade... .&lt;br /&gt;rendida em suas forças&lt;br /&gt;perdeu seus recatos e principios&lt;br /&gt;revelou seus segredos,&lt;br /&gt;transbordou em suas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;todos os seus misterios e vontades&lt;br /&gt;seus temores e angustias.&lt;br /&gt;libertando-se de seus pudores&lt;br /&gt;liberou seu corpo entregue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gozou enfim...&lt;br /&gt;gozou o momento,&lt;br /&gt;gozou o instante ansiado&lt;br /&gt;gozou pelos dias de espera e prantos&lt;br /&gt;gozou como se tivesse gozando&lt;br /&gt;por todo o tempo passado e perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Gemeu então mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;libertando mais seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;em seus prazeres e desejos.&lt;br /&gt;gozou todo seu medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem pudores esqueceu principios .&lt;br /&gt;Alimentou fantasias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;e se deixou gozar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-1224650100515108093?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1224650100515108093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=1224650100515108093&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1224650100515108093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1224650100515108093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-de-repente-descontrolamente-gemeu.html' title='enfim...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vR0h20DxdSI/TopbeasOjiI/AAAAAAAAChw/lclBzPVNv4s/s72-c/sesso%2Banale.%2BMaurizio%2BX%2B%2BLucia%2B2011.%2BPoA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8794148013467355331</id><published>2011-10-01T04:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T05:12:27.897-03:00</updated><title type='text'>e sorriu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVKBSUTE-58/TobLXV0_kwI/AAAAAAAAChg/THrEdKJmWeo/s1600/tumblr_lfxntvoWaF1qzqbf4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 477px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 470px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658433583694451458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVKBSUTE-58/TobLXV0_kwI/AAAAAAAAChg/THrEdKJmWeo/s400/tumblr_lfxntvoWaF1qzqbf4o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...no inicio fechou os olhos, chorou, gemeu. Depois sentiu, vibrou, latejou,vibrou com força.&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu o roçar da pele, o galope do corpo, vibrou a fantasia de seus desejos acontecer . Riu alto o latejar da carne na carne. Incorporou os cheiros, o compasso alucinado de sensações, de veias e pelos,&lt;br /&gt;de arrepios e suores. Com a mão, buscou o encaixe, se acariciou como em transe, levou a ponta dos dedos enxarcados à lingua,&lt;br /&gt;pra sentir o gosto. E sem pudor, me buscou o rosto, me lambeu a boca. Feliz, sentiu-se enfim em gozo..E tremendo,gemeu,chorou ,sorriu...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8794148013467355331?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8794148013467355331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8794148013467355331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8794148013467355331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8794148013467355331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-sorriu.html' title='e sorriu'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVKBSUTE-58/TobLXV0_kwI/AAAAAAAAChg/THrEdKJmWeo/s72-c/tumblr_lfxntvoWaF1qzqbf4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-1197602138258479921</id><published>2011-09-17T14:45:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T04:58:09.911-03:00</updated><title type='text'>encaixe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExdxylWU9sQ/Tne2VmgAogI/AAAAAAAACgU/IyqucMH_ySs/s1600/PoA%252C%2BCanoas%2B2011%2B%2B%2BBel.%2BMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)font-size:130%;" &gt;e de repente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;........................&lt;/span&gt;num gemido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................&lt;/span&gt;que grita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)font-size:130%;" &gt;teus desejos e fantasias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;............................&lt;/span&gt;direcionas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;..................................&lt;/span&gt;meu corpo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.................&lt;/span&gt;no encaixe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;............................&lt;/span&gt;sem pudores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;/span&gt;que teu corpo quer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-1197602138258479921?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1197602138258479921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=1197602138258479921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1197602138258479921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1197602138258479921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/09/encaixe.html' title='encaixe'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-2610822671950016071</id><published>2011-09-03T16:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T13:38:42.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SIbY1_jQjw/TmKH80AWEyI/AAAAAAAACfg/md5j8Fbcz_M/s1600/por%2Bentre%2Bsuas%2Bcoxas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 493px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 654px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648226361498014498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SIbY1_jQjw/TmKH80AWEyI/AAAAAAAACfg/md5j8Fbcz_M/s400/por%2Bentre%2Bsuas%2Bcoxas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wp-Ii3NQi14/TmKE5J1FIJI/AAAAAAAACfY/HIgQYoDfrv8/s1600/por%2Bentre%2Bsuas%2Bcoxas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...e quando finalmente minha mão passando por entre suas pernas tocou seu corpo molhado e quente voce gemeu. Gemeu alto, gemeu forte, enquanto meus dedos passeavam por seus desejos e anseios...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-2610822671950016071?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2610822671950016071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=2610822671950016071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2610822671950016071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2610822671950016071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SIbY1_jQjw/TmKH80AWEyI/AAAAAAAACfg/md5j8Fbcz_M/s72-c/por%2Bentre%2Bsuas%2Bcoxas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-3834475688967300969</id><published>2011-08-21T10:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:55:29.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzB1ipJllSs/TlEO6CsjWJI/AAAAAAAACew/mwwZ9KxWbC8/s1600/PoA.%2B2011%2B.Celinha%2B.Bersani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 502px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 502px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643308198390880402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzB1ipJllSs/TlEO6CsjWJI/AAAAAAAACew/mwwZ9KxWbC8/s400/PoA.%2B2011%2B.Celinha%2B.Bersani.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;o amor é calma, é suspiro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ele existe ou não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;a paixão é tempestade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;a paixão existe e existe...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;é palpavel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;a paixão fura, morde, rasga a pele, entra .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A paixão xinga , arranha, enxarca.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;marca o corpo, chupa a carne, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lambe,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;abre, entrega, goza, repete...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;o amor busca sonhos e eternidades.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A paixão busca hora marcada,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;não no relogio,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mas nas inconstancias do tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-3834475688967300969?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3834475688967300969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=3834475688967300969&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3834475688967300969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3834475688967300969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-amor-e-calma-e-suspiro.html' title=''/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzB1ipJllSs/TlEO6CsjWJI/AAAAAAAACew/mwwZ9KxWbC8/s72-c/PoA.%2B2011%2B.Celinha%2B.Bersani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4408257811157177251</id><published>2011-08-03T05:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T05:49:43.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>simbiose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YL-kxrvfQvc/TjkK5lgKHpI/AAAAAAAACdw/eiA3oYfB5BI/s1600/um%2Bdia%2Bqualquer%2Bem%2BPoA%2B2011.%2BCarol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 545px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 422px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636548393066700434" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YL-kxrvfQvc/TjkK5lgKHpI/AAAAAAAACdw/eiA3oYfB5BI/s400/um%2Bdia%2Bqualquer%2Bem%2BPoA%2B2011.%2BCarol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como uma simbiose (im)perfeita&lt;br /&gt;jogo meu pecado no teu desejo&lt;br /&gt;me alimento de ti.&lt;br /&gt;te busco, te acho, te alucino,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;te entro, te sugo, te como....! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4408257811157177251?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4408257811157177251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=4408257811157177251&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4408257811157177251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4408257811157177251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/simbiose.html' title='simbiose'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YL-kxrvfQvc/TjkK5lgKHpI/AAAAAAAACdw/eiA3oYfB5BI/s72-c/um%2Bdia%2Bqualquer%2Bem%2BPoA%2B2011.%2BCarol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5413733603492730341</id><published>2011-07-27T05:31:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:00:29.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Encontrei muitos textos meus e muitas fotos espalhados por diversos blogs. E tudo isso sem nenhum constrangimento, numa cara de pau impressionante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A partir de hoje então meus blogs ficarão bloqueados. Vou mandar convites para aqueles que sempre me visitam e comentam. Para aqueles que tem um relacionamento mais intimo com os blogs. É uma pena ter que ser assim, mas não posso dar carater nem impor educação para esses copiadores oportunistas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5413733603492730341?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5413733603492730341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5413733603492730341&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5413733603492730341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5413733603492730341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/07/encontrei-muitos-poemas-meus-e-muitas.html' title=''/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4429031096488180593</id><published>2011-07-23T05:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T05:47:21.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'>desejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ooev_QNbeuk/TiqKcYT-gLI/AAAAAAAACdg/gxRh_dj0hkc/s1600/tumblr_kqlqgcurXV1qzmuafo1_M.BERS400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 690px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ooev_QNbeuk/TiqKcYT-gLI/AAAAAAAACdg/gxRh_dj0hkc/s400/tumblr_kqlqgcurXV1qzmuafo1_M.BERS400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632466504147435698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUe22kepMvU/TiqB_NyZ5wI/AAAAAAAACdY/xK1RbOeIPkw/s1600/Poa%2B_%2BLu%2B2010%2Bmb_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;em lingua e pele, passeio teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;gritos, sussurros, gemidos&lt;br /&gt;enxarcado do gozo&lt;br /&gt;que meu desejo explode .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;óleo, bocas e mãos&lt;br /&gt;que se integram, interagem,&lt;br /&gt;se misturam.&lt;br /&gt;Numa troca de prazeres, um gozo forte,&lt;br /&gt;único&lt;br /&gt;fundo, consistente , intenso&lt;br /&gt;despudorado em sua forma&lt;br /&gt;se encaixam e se prendem.&lt;br /&gt;Cúmplices,&lt;br /&gt;se repetem, se gozam, se alucinam, se dão.....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4429031096488180593?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4429031096488180593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=4429031096488180593&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4429031096488180593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4429031096488180593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/07/desejos_23.html' title='desejos'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ooev_QNbeuk/TiqKcYT-gLI/AAAAAAAACdg/gxRh_dj0hkc/s72-c/tumblr_kqlqgcurXV1qzmuafo1_M.BERS400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4280871351124246817</id><published>2011-07-11T05:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T05:51:28.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>desejos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCC0QjzYvRw/Thq5ORZxHBI/AAAAAAAACdI/NBvCkMbw6kw/s1600/mulherpicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 543px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 471px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628014339193642002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCC0QjzYvRw/Thq5ORZxHBI/AAAAAAAACdI/NBvCkMbw6kw/s400/mulherpicture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Arrepiado pelos dedos passados.&lt;br /&gt;nos anseios por qualquer coisa de lingua.&lt;br /&gt;indecente, aberto e exposto&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo treme&lt;br /&gt;no dançar da minha boca no teu gemido,&lt;br /&gt;intumescido na fricção&lt;br /&gt;que teu desejo geme,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;num ir e vir de mordidas , labios e lingua&lt;br /&gt;Sinto escorrer,&lt;br /&gt;pelas pernas de ávidos suores,&lt;br /&gt;teu gosto e teu prazer&lt;br /&gt;urgente, latente, forte&lt;br /&gt;Que se multiplica e quer mais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;fica e se deixa em nós...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4280871351124246817?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4280871351124246817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=4280871351124246817&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4280871351124246817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4280871351124246817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/07/desejos.html' title='desejos...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCC0QjzYvRw/Thq5ORZxHBI/AAAAAAAACdI/NBvCkMbw6kw/s72-c/mulherpicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8283958681364025748</id><published>2011-06-25T16:36:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T05:53:27.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>não pare mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrRHPaCgOyQ/TgY5hLNl6CI/AAAAAAAACdA/cL_LrPycKYQ/s1600/Lucia%2Bdepois%2Bde%2Bfazer%2Bamor_%2B2009%2BMBersani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 513px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622244426926909474" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrRHPaCgOyQ/TgY5hLNl6CI/AAAAAAAACdA/cL_LrPycKYQ/s400/Lucia%2Bdepois%2Bde%2Bfazer%2Bamor_%2B2009%2BMBersani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;E ela dizendo baixinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;favor não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;pare, não pare, não deixe acabar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Suas unhas riscavam minha pele,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;como garras de uma leoa faminta,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;quando prende em no corpo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sua presa favorita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais, mais, assim, não pare, assim......&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;seu rosto suava, seu corpo tremia, se deixava entrar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Se mexia cada vez mais rapido,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;como querendo acompanhar meu compasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eu quero, eu quero. assim, mais, mais, vai, vai ,força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Seus dentes tricavam seus lábios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;sua mão puxava o lençol, mordia a fronha , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;descontrole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mais forte, mais forte,com força assim. mais, mais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Seus seios firmes , rijos se roçando despudoradamente&lt;br /&gt;em meu peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt; com gosto, com vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;mais, mais, não, não, sim, ai assim ,não....a...ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Seu corpo tremia, chorava , sorria.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A boca procurava meu pescoço. mordia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Os olhos fechavam e abriam, como não vendo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;como não querendo ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sso,isso, assim, mais. Agora Mais, mais,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;vai, vai, vaiiii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Gemidos, espasmos, tremores, uivos de femea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;as mãos escorregam de leve do meu corpo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Relaxa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Seu sexo me prende, me cola, eu continuo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;De repente um silencio, a respiração mais forte. ofegando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;No seu rosto suado em cumplicidade, o desejo,&lt;br /&gt;o prazer encontrado&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8283958681364025748?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8283958681364025748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8283958681364025748&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8283958681364025748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8283958681364025748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-pare-mais.html' title='não pare mais'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrRHPaCgOyQ/TgY5hLNl6CI/AAAAAAAACdA/cL_LrPycKYQ/s72-c/Lucia%2Bdepois%2Bde%2Bfazer%2Bamor_%2B2009%2BMBersani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-6723176361607031424</id><published>2011-06-16T21:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:53:47.952-03:00</updated><title type='text'>enfim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uocPz83OPQQ/Tfqk7hE781I/AAAAAAAACco/LYYCwYVSYEw/s1600/Mercia%2B.%2BPoA%2B2010.Mau%2BBers..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 473px; height: 692px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uocPz83OPQQ/Tfqk7hE781I/AAAAAAAACco/LYYCwYVSYEw/s400/Mercia%2B.%2BPoA%2B2010.Mau%2BBers..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618984827496428370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Exploro enfim no teu corpo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tua mais atrevida fantasia,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me perco em ti...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me misturo com teu cheiro,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me lambuzo com teu vinho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinto teu gosto,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me embriago....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-6723176361607031424?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6723176361607031424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=6723176361607031424&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6723176361607031424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6723176361607031424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/06/enfim.html' title='enfim'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uocPz83OPQQ/Tfqk7hE781I/AAAAAAAACco/LYYCwYVSYEw/s72-c/Mercia%2B.%2BPoA%2B2010.Mau%2BBers..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8651173580650325822</id><published>2011-06-06T19:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T19:58:53.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o ponto G.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9veLjgKbs4A/Te1XKu8h1RI/AAAAAAAACbk/uxFUMC40cMQ/s1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 441px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 627px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615240152313091346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9veLjgKbs4A/Te1XKu8h1RI/AAAAAAAACbk/uxFUMC40cMQ/s400/012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu sobrinho de 15 anos perguntou-me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;--Tio , onde é o ponto G ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;--senta aí, respondi, e continuei.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ponto G é a própria mulher, não é como um local que a gente descobre olhando, como se fosse olhado num mapa de uma mulher nua...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Não , ponto G é uma grande invenção de algum péssimo amante. Ele coloca a insensibilidade, ou a falta de tesão num ponto(?) que ele &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;não achou, ou não teve tempo suficiente para descobrir...rsrsrsrs.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se lá dentro fosse um mundo imenso e o sexo um filme de Indiana Jones....não é nada disso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Acredite, ponto G é confiança, ponto G é cumplicidade, ponto G é interação, é respeito, é discrição (fundamental) ponto G é segredo, um segredo que não interessa pra mais ninguem, só interessa aos dois...ponto G é espasmo, é falta de ar, é vontade de chorar e de rir ao mesmo tempo....ponto G é ter cuidado com as palavras, palavras ferem, ponto G é não magoar.Eu conheci uma pessoa certa vez, que disse pra mim qdo conversavamos na praia.. Olha o meu ponto G é aqui, e aqui, e aqui , e mais aqui, aqui tb.... eu tenho mil pontos G....rsrs.&lt;br /&gt;Concordo com ela.ponto G é chegar junto ou um pouco depois. Ponto G é continuidade.É isso, ponto G, é saber fazer, fique lá o maior tempo possivel, vai num lado, no outro,vai mais fundo, mais raso, com força, mais devagar. Fique em pé, deitado, de lado,sentado etc.., Não fique calado, não esqueça das mãos, da boca, da pele, da lingua, do antes, do depois. Fazer amor é um conjunto disso tudo, seja diferente sempre. Não esqueça que do lado de fora, ali pertinho ( rs ) o prazer é imenso, quem sabe o ponto C, para os íntimos é G tb.... ( seria óbvio demais) rsrs.É assim, Mude de posição, invente. Não esqueça nunca que não existe mulher igual a outra qdo faz amor...&lt;br /&gt;Todas são diferentes, Nunca pergunte se foi bom. Tenha sempre a certeza que foi, e repita .... Não como se fosse um cão bufando e babando, espere a hora certa. E repita. Conheça as peculiaridades de cada mulher que vc tiver um dia. Não force o que o que não seja bom para os dois. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Não fique como tivesse martelando alguma coisa. O corpo da mulher é sensivel demais, reaje a tudo, tente identificar essas reações. Não pense apenas em ter prazer, e sim em dividir prazer...E não esqueça a mulher quer gozar tb, igualzinho a voce. Mesmo se ela tiver que fingir, na tua rapidez....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;E tem mulher que finge tão bem, que só vai gozar mesmo, depois que tu vai dormir pensando ser o maior amante do mundo.rsrsrs&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso aí, ponto G é isso e muito mais. mas se não for, voce vai ter todo o tempo do mundo para descobrir.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;e mais, não busque exatidão, o corpo da mulher tem mil caminhos a percorrer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8651173580650325822?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8651173580650325822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8651173580650325822&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8651173580650325822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8651173580650325822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-ponto-g.html' title='o ponto G.'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9veLjgKbs4A/Te1XKu8h1RI/AAAAAAAACbk/uxFUMC40cMQ/s72-c/012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-848707694909923169</id><published>2011-05-24T06:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T06:40:08.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>amar, amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZqsRlGXvMo/Tdt8qTX4yeI/AAAAAAAACa0/a--4kiwEt0Q/s1600/Lu%2Bgoozando.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610214827016899042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZqsRlGXvMo/Tdt8qTX4yeI/AAAAAAAACa0/a--4kiwEt0Q/s400/Lu%2Bgoozando.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoje fiz teu gozo&lt;br /&gt;Um gozo verdadeiro,&lt;br /&gt;na (in)consciencia plena de ser gozo&lt;br /&gt;um gozo em quase descontrole....&lt;br /&gt;um gozo longo, espasmodico, contínuo.&lt;br /&gt;Múltiplo&lt;br /&gt;Em pleno suor na madrugada fria&lt;br /&gt;desentranhei teu gemido .&lt;br /&gt;Intenso, gutural, inimaginavel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...de verdade mesmo, só se ama apaixonadamente assim: longo, completo e dentro. Há de se ter intensidade no louco ir e vir nas partes mais vastas e mais fundas da mulher, e no roçar impudico de todas as sensações da superficie, com o atrito sem pudor de todas as sensações da pele....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-848707694909923169?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/848707694909923169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=848707694909923169&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/848707694909923169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/848707694909923169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/05/amar-amar.html' title='amar, amar'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZqsRlGXvMo/Tdt8qTX4yeI/AAAAAAAACa0/a--4kiwEt0Q/s72-c/Lu%2Bgoozando.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-6435605879472151729</id><published>2011-05-15T06:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T06:11:21.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeito louco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KH9jExC64tA/Tc-YUYXVW2I/AAAAAAAACaU/f-cUpK_id1Q/s1600/Cinha%2B.%2BGramado%2B2011.%2BMaurizio%2BBers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 494px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606867537004682082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KH9jExC64tA/Tc-YUYXVW2I/AAAAAAAACaU/f-cUpK_id1Q/s400/Cinha%2B.%2BGramado%2B2011.%2BMaurizio%2BBers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Amo esse teu jeito exibicionista de ficar nua,&lt;br /&gt;como se estivesse brincando de ser prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Desse teu modo assanhado,&lt;br /&gt;quando beija na boca todo o nosso segredo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chupa em meu corpo, toda nossa fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Desse despudor ao se encharcar em nossa cumplicidade,&lt;br /&gt;e de gozar no tempo certo,&lt;br /&gt;toda essa nossa gostosa mania e&lt;br /&gt;esse nosso intenso jeito louco de fazer amor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-6435605879472151729?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6435605879472151729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=6435605879472151729&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6435605879472151729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6435605879472151729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/05/jeito-louco.html' title='Jeito louco...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KH9jExC64tA/Tc-YUYXVW2I/AAAAAAAACaU/f-cUpK_id1Q/s72-c/Cinha%2B.%2BGramado%2B2011.%2BMaurizio%2BBers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-3754142516106480848</id><published>2011-05-09T17:26:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:50:50.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>gemidos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lS6skp68ceA/TchPVg7f4iI/AAAAAAAACXc/FPqMl6qUN4k/s1600/Celia%2B2010%2BCabo%2BFrio.%2BMau%2BB..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 511px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604816967297917474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lS6skp68ceA/TchPVg7f4iI/AAAAAAAACXc/FPqMl6qUN4k/s400/Celia%2B2010%2BCabo%2BFrio.%2BMau%2BB..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;num roçar espalhafatoso,&lt;br /&gt;deslizo no vermelho de teu corpo aberto, exposto,&lt;br /&gt;encharcado num impudor de sensações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrepiado .&lt;br /&gt;Em anseios por qualquer coisa de lingua.&lt;br /&gt;indecente em qualquer espaço de pele,&lt;br /&gt;dançar minha boca nas tuas vontades,&lt;br /&gt;intumescido na fricção&lt;br /&gt;que meu corpo faz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rimo a urgencia do meu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;entrando por teus prazeres.&lt;br /&gt;Apertar teus gemidos,&lt;br /&gt;me molhar de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-3754142516106480848?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3754142516106480848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=3754142516106480848&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3754142516106480848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3754142516106480848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/05/gemidos.html' title='gemidos...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lS6skp68ceA/TchPVg7f4iI/AAAAAAAACXc/FPqMl6qUN4k/s72-c/Celia%2B2010%2BCabo%2BFrio.%2BMau%2BB..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5113272392943304685</id><published>2011-04-30T07:07:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T05:45:29.859-03:00</updated><title type='text'>misturas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2k8Iq6PqtTI/TbvghF3Gs2I/AAAAAAAACWk/yblm3Oh-sGo/s1600/Montevideo%2B2011..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 525px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 447px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601317420678951778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2k8Iq6PqtTI/TbvghF3Gs2I/AAAAAAAACWk/yblm3Oh-sGo/s400/Montevideo%2B2011..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;...as misturas do gozo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;nos lençois, tant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;as manchas de nós.&lt;br /&gt;no corpo, as marcas que a boca deixa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;a mão que mexe e molha&lt;br /&gt;a lingua que percorre teus seios&lt;br /&gt;os dedos te fazendo gemidos.&lt;br /&gt;Entro então e fico em ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Em desarrumada cama,&lt;br /&gt;as sensações&lt;br /&gt;de noite inteira...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5113272392943304685?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5113272392943304685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5113272392943304685&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5113272392943304685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5113272392943304685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/04/nas-misturas-do-gozo-as-manchas-de-nos.html' title='misturas'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2k8Iq6PqtTI/TbvghF3Gs2I/AAAAAAAACWk/yblm3Oh-sGo/s72-c/Montevideo%2B2011..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-3196580743808823978</id><published>2011-04-23T06:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T18:16:04.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5Alk6kuhBs/TbKbcrQu-II/AAAAAAAACVE/-FUB97gdYiI/s1600/foto%2B6%2BPoA%2Bju%2B%2Bmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 534px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 536px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598708203726502018" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5Alk6kuhBs/TbKbcrQu-II/AAAAAAAACVE/-FUB97gdYiI/s400/foto%2B6%2BPoA%2Bju%2B%2Bmb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...reinvento prazeres. Controlando incontrolaveis descontroles de gozo para dividir contigo no momento magico do teu primeiro espasmo. Fico latejando, em teu corpo que se encaixa e grita. Impudor de palavras e gestos num vai e vem forte e fundo, desconexo.Num compasso que morde labio e geme, acompanhando o ritmo quente e molhado em teus tremores e suores. Dança irreal de pele e pelos que enlouquece e cura. Alquimia. Numa poesia de corpos não escrita. Tremores multiplos, lúdicos ,constantes. olhar que se fecha caleidoscopicamente em gozo, contínuo. Multicor. Misturas cumplices. Lagrimas, sorrisos, vórtices, vértices. Nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-3196580743808823978?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3196580743808823978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=3196580743808823978&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3196580743808823978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3196580743808823978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/04/nos.html' title='Nós...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5Alk6kuhBs/TbKbcrQu-II/AAAAAAAACVE/-FUB97gdYiI/s72-c/foto%2B6%2BPoA%2Bju%2B%2Bmb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-2238435286891066783</id><published>2011-04-17T11:22:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:59:18.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cama de não dormir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-g5cbKGIKE/Tar4gP5-1RI/AAAAAAAACT0/EKfYoF-v-14/s1600/nao%2Bdormir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 556px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 485px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596558719870489874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-g5cbKGIKE/Tar4gP5-1RI/AAAAAAAACT0/EKfYoF-v-14/s400/nao%2Bdormir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...beijar um beijo abafado por uma boca que passeia sonhos despertando ilusões. Melando desejos, murmurando salivas e suores desenhando na carne dialogos mudos do aço quente que invade talho e remorsos. Da infidelidade escancarada e constante numa cama de não dormir. Inflama e arde. Gozos tensos e sensações. Adolescenciar fantasias ao abrir o corpo, ajoelhado, exposto e sem pudor, em exibicionismo e entrega. Rasgo o desejo dos teus gritos, num corpo que se abre, e geme a dor de prazeres que um impulso rijo e forte faz. Como entrega de um segredo que se guarda, enxarcado e louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-2238435286891066783?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2238435286891066783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=2238435286891066783&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2238435286891066783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2238435286891066783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/04/cama-de-nao-dormir.html' title='cama de não dormir.'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-g5cbKGIKE/Tar4gP5-1RI/AAAAAAAACT0/EKfYoF-v-14/s72-c/nao%2Bdormir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-7218738144762384562</id><published>2011-04-09T07:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T07:10:50.372-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSemNWe9H2o/TaAvVljQv5I/AAAAAAAACTk/53hId9TR3VA/s1600/Li%2Bgozando.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 558px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593522785097924498" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSemNWe9H2o/TaAvVljQv5I/AAAAAAAACTk/53hId9TR3VA/s400/Li%2Bgozando.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...e voce toda nua, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;fazendo toda a vontade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;das vontades que eu tenho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;berrando os silencios que teu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;corpo geme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;nos desejos que teu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;corpo pede, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;dos prazeres que meu corpo faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-7218738144762384562?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7218738144762384562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=7218738144762384562&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/7218738144762384562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/7218738144762384562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSemNWe9H2o/TaAvVljQv5I/AAAAAAAACTk/53hId9TR3VA/s72-c/Li%2Bgozando.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-1691794005082847128</id><published>2011-04-05T05:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:47:31.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAe8vBuak4A/TZrNXwGOprI/AAAAAAAACTU/cNblLMWqx0o/s1600/Narinha%2Bfazendo%2Bamor%252C%2B2008%2BMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 429px; display: block; height: 523px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592007695265605298" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAe8vBuak4A/TZrNXwGOprI/AAAAAAAACTU/cNblLMWqx0o/s400/Narinha%2Bfazendo%2Bamor%252C%2B2008%2BMB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;voce não deixava o tempo passar simplesmente, não deixava a vida passar por passar. Com sorriso bonito, e desejo a flor da pele,voce pulava na cama e se apertava em meu corpo, falando bobagem, dizendo coisas de querer fazer. Abria minha roupa, sentia todo o desejo em meu corpo e sorria feito menina assanhada brincando de brincar prazeres... num ir e vir louco por querer fazer mais, lambia minha excitação. Fazia da minha pele, desejos e sabores. Da minha carne, prazeres e pecados, e engolia sem pudores e preconceitos todo meu gemido mais forte...me mordia o corpo e me apertava contra si sempre querendo muito, sempre pedindo mais. Sem pudores e ansiosa apalpava meu corpo e como se fosse numa brincadeira de fazer amor, sorria, dizendo baixinho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;--vem outra vez, vem, vem mais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-1691794005082847128?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1691794005082847128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=1691794005082847128&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1691794005082847128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1691794005082847128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/04/mais.html' title='mais...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAe8vBuak4A/TZrNXwGOprI/AAAAAAAACTU/cNblLMWqx0o/s72-c/Narinha%2Bfazendo%2Bamor%252C%2B2008%2BMB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-7501760474244310696</id><published>2011-03-31T06:52:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T07:52:23.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'>enfim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzHY4b1-jGI/TZRPq_qGPpI/AAAAAAAACTE/KOkmTobEGRk/s1600/anale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 518px; display: block; height: 518px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590180637534731922" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzHY4b1-jGI/TZRPq_qGPpI/AAAAAAAACTE/KOkmTobEGRk/s400/anale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;e de repente descontrolamente gemeu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;gemeu sem esperar, sem saber, sem pedir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;sentiu-se entregue em toda sua profundidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;rendida em suas forças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;perdeu seus recatos e principios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;revelou seus segredos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;transbordou em suas fantasias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;todos os seus misterios e vontades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;seus temores e angustias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;libertando-se de seus pudores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;liberou seu corpo entregue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;gozou enfim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;gozou o momento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;gozou o instante ansiado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;gozou pelos dias de espera e prantos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;gozou como se tivesse gozando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;por todo o tempo passado e perdido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Gemeu então mais forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;libertando mais seu corpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;em seus prazeres e desejos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;gozou todo seu medo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;E sem pudores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;esqueceu principios . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Alimentou fantasias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;e se deixou gozar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-7501760474244310696?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7501760474244310696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=7501760474244310696&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/7501760474244310696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/7501760474244310696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/03/enfim.html' title='enfim...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzHY4b1-jGI/TZRPq_qGPpI/AAAAAAAACTE/KOkmTobEGRk/s72-c/anale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-1541151774374055774</id><published>2011-03-27T18:03:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T05:31:17.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>viajar em nós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDU7xpfyCPw/TY-m_x-nIMI/AAAAAAAACS0/-8AqOxuz7L4/s1600/aumentar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 558px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 421px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588869277267992770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDU7xpfyCPw/TY-m_x-nIMI/AAAAAAAACS0/-8AqOxuz7L4/s400/aumentar.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viajo em ti na&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ênue&lt;/span&gt; distancia que se faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;no estreito espaço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;entre nossos suores e olhares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Corpos e linguas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;entranhados em sensações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Emaranhados em si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Num (des) equilibrio instintivo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;selvagem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;espamodico e incontrolavel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;onde palavras soam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;gritos abafados, e sussurros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dou vida enfim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;a urgencia ansiosa da tua fantasia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Cavalgo tua pele e pelos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Cru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;sem pudores e principios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;indelicado,lascivo, bruto em sensações, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;irracional .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Invado o profundo profano do teu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;que se abre em fendas, rútilo, quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;exibido e louco. Num e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;ncaixe que tua alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;geme e aceita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pede e quer mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E continuo a viagem ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-1541151774374055774?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1541151774374055774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=1541151774374055774&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1541151774374055774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1541151774374055774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/03/em-nos.html' title='viajar em nós...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDU7xpfyCPw/TY-m_x-nIMI/AAAAAAAACS0/-8AqOxuz7L4/s72-c/aumentar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5872711378871303518</id><published>2011-03-23T19:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:20:11.022-03:00</updated><title type='text'>provocar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nH60s5t4nI/TYpwlsbmmbI/AAAAAAAACSs/pveL3NrO0IA/s1600/gozando%2B2007%2B%2Bmb%2Bx%2Blh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 523px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 467px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587402080590928306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nH60s5t4nI/TYpwlsbmmbI/AAAAAAAACSs/pveL3NrO0IA/s400/gozando%2B2007%2B%2Bmb%2Bx%2Blh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;tenha-me com todo o desejo ,&lt;br /&gt;e com o desejo todo&lt;br /&gt;que tua alma procura e teu corpo quer.&lt;br /&gt;entregue-se lasciva, nua.&lt;br /&gt;Faminta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Com tua lingua molhada,&lt;br /&gt;explore minha pele,&lt;br /&gt;morda meus  prazeres&lt;br /&gt;sinta-me, sem pudores.&lt;br /&gt;e sem principios .&lt;br /&gt;sorria , chore, chupe e sugue.&lt;br /&gt;Reze por este despudor,&lt;br /&gt;que te impõe pecados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Faça dos teus gemidos, ecos&lt;br /&gt;e os meus , provoque.&lt;br /&gt;e nessa explosão de sensações,&lt;br /&gt;luz e sons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sinta meu gosto...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5872711378871303518?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5872711378871303518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5872711378871303518&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5872711378871303518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5872711378871303518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/03/provocar.html' title='provocar...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nH60s5t4nI/TYpwlsbmmbI/AAAAAAAACSs/pveL3NrO0IA/s72-c/gozando%2B2007%2B%2Bmb%2Bx%2Blh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5453892128054103856</id><published>2011-03-18T20:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:46:11.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbMD2lYPE20/TYPpQ_Na08I/AAAAAAAACSk/RrqnXoXcJWs/s1600/7rggy4cxilx7bersani5kj1go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 521px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 509px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585564440924443586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbMD2lYPE20/TYPpQ_Na08I/AAAAAAAACSk/RrqnXoXcJWs/s400/7rggy4cxilx7bersani5kj1go1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;até que enfim voce está aqui,&lt;br /&gt;outra vez aqui,&lt;br /&gt;vamos fazer desse final de semana&lt;br /&gt;uma longa louca madrugada...&lt;br /&gt;e vou fazer contigo,&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que eu tenho vontade de fazer contigo.&lt;br /&gt;desculpe repetir,&lt;br /&gt;mas vou fazer contigo,&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que eu tenho vontade de fazer contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5453892128054103856?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5453892128054103856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5453892128054103856&amp;isPopup=true' title='52 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5453892128054103856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5453892128054103856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/03/tudo.html' title='tudo...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbMD2lYPE20/TYPpQ_Na08I/AAAAAAAACSk/RrqnXoXcJWs/s72-c/7rggy4cxilx7bersani5kj1go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-67692187429380447</id><published>2011-03-15T05:19:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T05:57:54.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYCZCUJyZnc/TX8j73-qWjI/AAAAAAAACSc/o1jQwds7_cg/s1600/sinta...2009%2Bmb___.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 40px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584221574508730930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYCZCUJyZnc/TX8j73-qWjI/AAAAAAAACSc/o1jQwds7_cg/s400/sinta...2009%2Bmb___.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nessa sensação de eternidade em nossas noites...não seremos nunca, lembranças ou saudades ou expectativas de longinquos amanhãs . Não daremos tempo ao tempo pra isso..Nem promessas ou imaturas juras. de que adianta ?? Na atemporalidade de nossas madrugadas somos simplesmente os não outros numa ansiosa urgencia do agora, do já.....Transpiramos emoções. Nesse entrelace louco de suados corpos, nossos mergulhos na maré alta de prazeres..Eu e voce somos desejos a flor da pele. Somos apenas corpos que se molham e colam. Nossas almas aceitam e levitam cúmplices, entendendo nessa intensidade , que somos apenas isso, as vontades loucas que nossos corpos tem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-67692187429380447?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/67692187429380447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=67692187429380447&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/67692187429380447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/67692187429380447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/03/nessa-sensacao-de-eternidade-em-nossas.html' title=''/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYCZCUJyZnc/TX8j73-qWjI/AAAAAAAACSc/o1jQwds7_cg/s72-c/sinta...2009%2Bmb___.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-9033436141968258974</id><published>2011-03-09T06:41:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:45:17.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwLsUUYPjJk/TXdLv-x5MtI/AAAAAAAACSM/5CaXyPrDQTY/s1600/Maurizio%2B2008v.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 535px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 550px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582013550827221714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwLsUUYPjJk/TXdLv-x5MtI/AAAAAAAACSM/5CaXyPrDQTY/s400/Maurizio%2B2008v.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;vou fazer amor contigo&lt;br /&gt;do modo que voce quer de mim&lt;br /&gt;daquele modo que não pede licença&lt;br /&gt;que busca no teu desejo&lt;br /&gt;o descontrole no teu prazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;a (in)sanidade do teu gozo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Que te faz querer muito, na urgencia de querer mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sou corpo rijo que te enxarca&lt;br /&gt;que te faz sorrir e gemer&lt;br /&gt;que te penetra sem limites , sem cuidados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Na femea que se quer posse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sou simplesmente o macho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;que tua fantasia anseia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;O macho que te entra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;te abre, te goza e te come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;na frente e verso de tuas vontades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sem fronteiras, sem censuras, sem pudor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-9033436141968258974?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9033436141968258974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=9033436141968258974&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/9033436141968258974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/9033436141968258974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/03/simplesmente.html' title='Simplesmente...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwLsUUYPjJk/TXdLv-x5MtI/AAAAAAAACSM/5CaXyPrDQTY/s72-c/Maurizio%2B2008v.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-6190588248752541677</id><published>2011-03-02T05:13:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T05:23:00.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>foi assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa9UklHBNzI/TW39JEir5SI/AAAAAAAACR8/5rVFigljC6o/s1600/bite2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 527px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 558px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579393845661787426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa9UklHBNzI/TW39JEir5SI/AAAAAAAACR8/5rVFigljC6o/s400/bite2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;foi assim&lt;br /&gt;num repente,&lt;br /&gt;que teu sorriso ansioso&lt;br /&gt;envolveu todo meu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;engoliu toda minha vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Na avidez dos teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;e na volupia da tua lingua,&lt;br /&gt;um sabor ácido de sensações,&lt;br /&gt;que explodiu como onda de maré alta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e deixou escorrer da tua boca, um gosto forte de nós dois !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;06/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-6190588248752541677?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6190588248752541677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=6190588248752541677&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6190588248752541677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6190588248752541677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/03/foi-assim.html' title='foi assim...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa9UklHBNzI/TW39JEir5SI/AAAAAAAACR8/5rVFigljC6o/s72-c/bite2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5417045154454751406</id><published>2011-02-24T19:18:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:03:19.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lembrar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ctfzQWXvSs/TWbZyuJs5BI/AAAAAAAACRs/3EtEnJU1lKQ/s1600/arrepios%2BLu%2B2007%2Bmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 548px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 548px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577384653950346258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ctfzQWXvSs/TWbZyuJs5BI/AAAAAAAACRs/3EtEnJU1lKQ/s400/arrepios%2BLu%2B2007%2Bmb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho o eco&lt;br /&gt;do teu gemido&lt;br /&gt;ainda gravado no subconsciente&lt;br /&gt;do meu desejo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Excita-me a lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;Excita-me o corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Relembro teu compasso,&lt;br /&gt;tua pele, teu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;tua lingua.&lt;br /&gt;A urgencia da minha mão em ti.&lt;br /&gt;E do teu jeito lascivo, meio louco,&lt;br /&gt;e adoravelmente sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;de se deixar entrar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5417045154454751406?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5417045154454751406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5417045154454751406&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5417045154454751406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5417045154454751406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/lembrar.html' title='lembrar...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ctfzQWXvSs/TWbZyuJs5BI/AAAAAAAACRs/3EtEnJU1lKQ/s72-c/arrepios%2BLu%2B2007%2Bmb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8380723206329975135</id><published>2011-02-18T06:39:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:04:35.459-02:00</updated><title type='text'>cumplices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7Z7gEHfddI/TV4w-4xNJsI/AAAAAAAACRY/QEuFsLI4LYk/s1600/Beleza_Interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 562px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574947245680043714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7Z7gEHfddI/TV4w-4xNJsI/AAAAAAAACRY/QEuFsLI4LYk/s400/Beleza_Interior.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...entro no quarto, ela estava deitada , nas janelas entreabertas as cortinas ao vento, dançavam. Ao me ver entrar pela claridade da porta, fez um sinal de silencio, colocando o indicador encostado nos lábios. Apontou a poltrona , onde me acomodei. A música calma, a meia luz no quarto dava um toque de imaginações e desejos. Seu corpo nú se mexia, como de uma dançarina vulgar. Abraçou a seda dos lençois, e se roçava forte na cama. O pensamento, como que viajando em emoções e lembranças. Os olhos fechados abriam seu corpo. Seus dedos deslizaram na pele suada fazendo arrepios na cumplicidade da solidão do instante. O coração batia mais forte, seu corpo molhado disparou num ritmo alucinado de vontades e de sensações. Gozou então sozinha, gozou só pra ela como num palco de prazeres, egoisticamente gozou,um gozo forte de verdade...e eu ali, perdido, um espectador especial, voyeur de momento único, testemunha de um gozo entregue, despudoradamente lindo, exibicionistamente louco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...no inicio de uma madrugada de desejos, um impudor cumplice de prazeres, que começa onde normalmente os outros terminam. No gozo, no fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8380723206329975135?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8380723206329975135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8380723206329975135&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8380723206329975135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8380723206329975135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/cumplices.html' title='cumplices'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7Z7gEHfddI/TV4w-4xNJsI/AAAAAAAACRY/QEuFsLI4LYk/s72-c/Beleza_Interior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4331402196542094603</id><published>2011-02-12T05:10:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T07:05:22.579-02:00</updated><title type='text'>inimaginavel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBoBZR7YY8o/TVYy8-50y-I/AAAAAAAACRA/IKVaTidqyq8/s1600/tumblr_kqlqgcurXV1qzmuafo1_M.BERS400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 582px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572697612176640994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBoBZR7YY8o/TVYy8-50y-I/AAAAAAAACRA/IKVaTidqyq8/s400/tumblr_kqlqgcurXV1qzmuafo1_M.BERS400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoje fiz teu gozo&lt;br /&gt;Um gozo verdadeiro,&lt;br /&gt;na (in)consciencia plena de ser gozo&lt;br /&gt;um gozo em quase descontrole....&lt;br /&gt;um gozo longo, espasmodico, contínuo.&lt;br /&gt;Múltiplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...nos suores da madrugada quente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;desentranhei teu gemido .&lt;br /&gt;Intenso, gutural, inimaginavel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4331402196542094603?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4331402196542094603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=4331402196542094603&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4331402196542094603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4331402196542094603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/inimaginavel.html' title='inimaginavel...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBoBZR7YY8o/TVYy8-50y-I/AAAAAAAACRA/IKVaTidqyq8/s72-c/tumblr_kqlqgcurXV1qzmuafo1_M.BERS400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-3020892703264931630</id><published>2011-02-05T17:36:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T06:20:50.575-02:00</updated><title type='text'>prazeres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TVD800acFQI/AAAAAAAACQo/vPVJna5iMjk/s1600/69aaay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 507px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TVD800acFQI/AAAAAAAACQo/vPVJna5iMjk/s400/69aaay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571230723410236674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TU8TVk9-S-I/AAAAAAAACQg/XLzShNEquM0/s1600/69asdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...e de repente nossas bocas fizeram de nós uma brincadeira qualquer. Sugamos ao mesmo tempo, todos os nossos principios e pudores, provocamos todos os nossos gemidos, lambemos com força todos os nossos desejos, e engolimos sedentos, como  numa ultima implosão do corpo, todos os nossos prazeres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-3020892703264931630?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3020892703264931630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=3020892703264931630&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3020892703264931630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3020892703264931630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/prazeres.html' title='prazeres'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TVD800acFQI/AAAAAAAACQo/vPVJna5iMjk/s72-c/69aaay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5741982264915444136</id><published>2011-01-31T05:53:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T06:06:14.451-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor é arte..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TUZrF3yNlgI/AAAAAAAACQE/WW9aoXlgWQY/s1600/abbraccio..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 518px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 448px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568255737908270594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TUZrF3yNlgI/AAAAAAAACQE/WW9aoXlgWQY/s400/abbraccio..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não chega a ser uma inspiração ,&lt;br /&gt;mas sim relatos de momentos vividos.&lt;br /&gt;O encaixe perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;o momento certo, O entrelace...&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo instantes vividos em paixões.&lt;br /&gt;Faço da minha cama , uma tela ,&lt;br /&gt;do corpo febril de uma mulher,&lt;br /&gt;uma aquarela.&lt;br /&gt;E dessa mistura louca de paixão e de desejo,&lt;br /&gt;faço no amor... a eternidade do gozo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Como se fosse modelo para um quadro pintado&lt;br /&gt;pela mão iluminada de um artista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que transcrevo feliz em poemas ,&lt;br /&gt;do layout das preliminares sensações...&lt;br /&gt;ao orgasmo escandaloso&lt;br /&gt;da arte final !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5741982264915444136?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5741982264915444136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5741982264915444136&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5741982264915444136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5741982264915444136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor-e-arte.html' title='Amor é arte..!'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TUZrF3yNlgI/AAAAAAAACQE/WW9aoXlgWQY/s72-c/abbraccio..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8597761910728109239</id><published>2011-01-27T05:25:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:29:20.529-02:00</updated><title type='text'>e sorriu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TUEfh6Bx1qI/AAAAAAAACP8/27Azkd3DA-A/s1600/Lucia%2Bdepois%2Bde%2Bfazer%2Bamor.%2B2009%2BMBersani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 490px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566765281779504802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TUEfh6Bx1qI/AAAAAAAACP8/27Azkd3DA-A/s400/Lucia%2Bdepois%2Bde%2Bfazer%2Bamor.%2B2009%2BMBersani.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;de repente começou a gemer&lt;br /&gt;via cores que piscavam&lt;br /&gt;num psicodelismo de instante&lt;br /&gt;sentia um peso sobre seu corpo e se contorcia&lt;br /&gt;de um modo alucinado, e cada vez mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;e ainda assim, flutuava , tremia e flutuava.&lt;br /&gt;sentia contrações, espasmos&lt;br /&gt;sentia o corpo rasgar&lt;br /&gt;escutava uma voz ao longe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;e suores pingando na pele quente,&lt;br /&gt;dizia coisas desconexas. E escutava.&lt;br /&gt;o corpo vibrava&lt;br /&gt;enxarcado, misturado as sedas dos lençois, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;vibrava sem compasso certo e cada vez mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;E continuava flutuando, tremendo, gemendo, mas flutuando...&lt;br /&gt;e ficou assim , durante um longo tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;As repetições, a constancia, o contorcer do corpo, os suores sobre ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Aos poucos um ritmo mais certo, mais calmo&lt;br /&gt;os olhos fechados se entreabrem&lt;br /&gt;os braços largados&lt;br /&gt;ao longo do corpo nú.&lt;br /&gt;o corpo automaticamente ainda reagia&lt;br /&gt;em espasmos leves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mas agora com uma sensação de volta&lt;br /&gt;lenta, calma&lt;br /&gt;relaxada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Puxou então meu braço pra cima dos seus seios&lt;br /&gt;e se encostando mais forte em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sorriu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8597761910728109239?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8597761910728109239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8597761910728109239&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8597761910728109239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8597761910728109239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-sorriu.html' title='e sorriu...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TUEfh6Bx1qI/AAAAAAAACP8/27Azkd3DA-A/s72-c/Lucia%2Bdepois%2Bde%2Bfazer%2Bamor.%2B2009%2BMBersani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4157032140884660305</id><published>2011-01-24T05:01:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T11:32:11.884-02:00</updated><title type='text'>vadiar teus sonhos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TT0nG47bLMI/AAAAAAAACP0/x0joguG6i04/s1600/image_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 464px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 464px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565647713814129858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TT0nG47bLMI/AAAAAAAACP0/x0joguG6i04/s400/image_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TT0k-pVfZ5I/AAAAAAAACPs/PeNWn_FMz3M/s1600/2008%2BEli....jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;fazer um amor bandido, amor vadio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;um amor por amor , uma troca&lt;br /&gt;sem etiquetas ou cuidados.&lt;br /&gt;acordar teus instintos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;provocar teu susto, teu "medo" e teu grito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;te invadir sem licenças,&lt;br /&gt;acordando teu impudor, tua fantasia, tuas ansias&lt;br /&gt;te cansar , te descontrolar, te rasgar a roupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Fazer posse do teu corpo, te usar.&lt;br /&gt;te lamber, de morder, te comer&lt;br /&gt;te fazer ciscar prazeres inquietos, engolir gostos que escorrem&lt;br /&gt;num cio de um prazer escondido, medroso e vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;entre quatro paredes de tesão aceso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;apertar teus seios, chupar teus anseios&lt;br /&gt;provocar o remexer do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;vadiar teus pontos de vista, teus principios, tua nudez&lt;br /&gt;aberta e descontrolada,&lt;br /&gt;acintosa, despudorada, exibida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;romper com estoques de desejo, teu corpo entregue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;vermelho, pedinte, molhado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Querendo ser invadido&lt;br /&gt;sem dó, sem cuidados, sem pena.&lt;br /&gt;Selvagem, insano, com força&lt;br /&gt;provocar gemidos na tua pele suada,&lt;br /&gt;só pra fazer teu gozo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;e te fazer querer mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;e te mostrar o quanto mais tu quer fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;e te deixar fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4157032140884660305?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4157032140884660305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=4157032140884660305&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4157032140884660305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4157032140884660305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/vadiar-teus-sonhos.html' title='vadiar teus sonhos.'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TT0nG47bLMI/AAAAAAAACP0/x0joguG6i04/s72-c/image_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5173661784167291622</id><published>2011-01-22T05:30:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T05:36:48.812-02:00</updated><title type='text'>não vou saber...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TTqIlgoGYNI/AAAAAAAACPU/EAKLxRZZyj0/s1600/2005112700_KATIB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 540px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 497px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564910467564331218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TTqIlgoGYNI/AAAAAAAACPU/EAKLxRZZyj0/s400/2005112700_KATIB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;queria fazer em versos,&lt;br /&gt;toda poesia&lt;br /&gt;dessa madrugada em ti...&lt;br /&gt;mas não fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Como traduzir tuas sensações?&lt;br /&gt;teu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;teu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;impossivel mostrar num verso&lt;br /&gt;meu toque lascivo no bico do teu peito.&lt;br /&gt;Que parece,&lt;br /&gt;tentando furar tua roupa,&lt;br /&gt;fugir pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;como vou colocar em palavras&lt;br /&gt;o passeio da tua lingua,&lt;br /&gt;percorrendo meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;lambendo meu gozo.&lt;br /&gt;Como rimar a urgencia da minha mão furtiva,&lt;br /&gt;entrando por tuas coxas,&lt;br /&gt;apertar teu gemido&lt;br /&gt;se molhar de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;não...eu não vou saber contar tudo isso,&lt;br /&gt;eu só sei sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5173661784167291622?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5173661784167291622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5173661784167291622&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5173661784167291622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5173661784167291622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-vou-saber.html' title='não vou saber...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TTqIlgoGYNI/AAAAAAAACPU/EAKLxRZZyj0/s72-c/2005112700_KATIB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-7550980060910488411</id><published>2011-01-18T06:43:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:33:51.339-02:00</updated><title type='text'>aí então...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TTVTTpzkOAI/AAAAAAAACPE/qcSfInhG_jE/s1600/2010%2BRJ%2BMaurizio%2B%2BAllana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 560px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 395px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563444511790872578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TTVTTpzkOAI/AAAAAAAACPE/qcSfInhG_jE/s400/2010%2BRJ%2BMaurizio%2B%2BAllana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Quando tirei tua roupa, voce tremeu. Tremeu num gemido molhado, molhado de sentir descer. De correr coxas. De lambuzar. Mordeu labios, quando minha mão passeou teu corpo. E minha lingua lambeu teu gosto.uma felicidade sem pudores, sem limites. Rocei nas tuas costas, um suor de arrepiar pele e suspirar...falou besteiras qdo sentiu na mão, minha excitação e apertou. Apertou com força, como pra ter certeza e brincou de mexer, de apertar. De querer, de querer mais. E levou à boca e beijou, engasgando desejos, numa ansia de urgencias, beijou, lambeu, chupou e mordeu...E fez do corpo prazeres e vontades. Urgencias e sensações.&lt;br /&gt;Aí então, voce gemeu um gemido alto, e forte, quando sentiu meu desejo guloso entrar com força , todo em voce....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-7550980060910488411?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7550980060910488411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=7550980060910488411&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/7550980060910488411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/7550980060910488411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/ai-entao.html' title='aí então...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TTVTTpzkOAI/AAAAAAAACPE/qcSfInhG_jE/s72-c/2010%2BRJ%2BMaurizio%2B%2BAllana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-178084219175038084</id><published>2011-01-15T06:04:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T13:39:29.637-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Região Serrana / RJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TTFVkDuVRCI/AAAAAAAACO8/IKjA-F9jRrU/s1600/de%2Bluto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 421px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562321092742562850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TTFVkDuVRCI/AAAAAAAACO8/IKjA-F9jRrU/s400/de%2Bluto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;doi por quem morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;doi por quem ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Doi tanto que parece mentira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje não é dia de poesia , é dia de ajudar . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que cada um doe um pouco mais de si. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que ajude de algum modo...Doando sangue, alimentos, roupas, água...&lt;br /&gt;procure um posto de donativos...&lt;br /&gt;É muito sofrimento. A Região Serrana do Rio de Janeiro precisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-178084219175038084?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/178084219175038084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=178084219175038084&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/178084219175038084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/178084219175038084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/regiao-serrana-rj.html' title='Região Serrana / RJ'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TTFVkDuVRCI/AAAAAAAACO8/IKjA-F9jRrU/s72-c/de%2Bluto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-6515473538814680963</id><published>2011-01-12T19:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:05:28.890-02:00</updated><title type='text'>abuse - me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TS4aWEgGM7I/AAAAAAAACO0/Nt7mysoctpA/s1600/Bersani%2B2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 499px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561411556316951474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TS4aWEgGM7I/AAAAAAAACO0/Nt7mysoctpA/s400/Bersani%2B2008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me olhe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me sinta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me toque,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me pegue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me envolva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me encaixe....!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-6515473538814680963?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6515473538814680963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=6515473538814680963&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6515473538814680963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6515473538814680963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/use-me_12.html' title='abuse - me...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TS4aWEgGM7I/AAAAAAAACO0/Nt7mysoctpA/s72-c/Bersani%2B2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-7684603380729465034</id><published>2011-01-08T06:22:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:28:22.575-02:00</updated><title type='text'>choro e riso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TSgfQ6HE6lI/AAAAAAAACOc/UJ6__VYkcOs/s1600/Lucia%2Bdepois%2Bde%2Bfazer%2Bamor_%2B2009%2BMBersani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 514px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559728115326184018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TSgfQ6HE6lI/AAAAAAAACOc/UJ6__VYkcOs/s400/Lucia%2Bdepois%2Bde%2Bfazer%2Bamor_%2B2009%2BMBersani.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Danço em tua pele,&lt;br /&gt;o som do teu gemido&lt;br /&gt;Murmúrios de música sussurrada, gemida,&lt;br /&gt;onde és vocal, eu orquestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o teu corpo suado,&lt;br /&gt;ao ritmo em despudor do meu compasso.&lt;br /&gt;Roça  teus sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Deslizo nas gotas, que chovem do teu desejo ,&lt;br /&gt;e me entranho no teu prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Um ir e vir constante,&lt;br /&gt;forte, selvagem e louco .&lt;br /&gt;Tremo no teu tremor&lt;br /&gt;que se contorce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Um transe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt; me aperta ,&lt;br /&gt;se enxarca&lt;br /&gt;me arranha.&lt;br /&gt;e num gozo forte, túmido&lt;br /&gt;e sem controle&lt;br /&gt;chora feliz um riso nervoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-7684603380729465034?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7684603380729465034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=7684603380729465034&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/7684603380729465034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/7684603380729465034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/choro-e-riso.html' title='choro e riso...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TSgfQ6HE6lI/AAAAAAAACOc/UJ6__VYkcOs/s72-c/Lucia%2Bdepois%2Bde%2Bfazer%2Bamor_%2B2009%2BMBersani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5417999432384295319</id><published>2011-01-04T05:49:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T05:56:09.037-02:00</updated><title type='text'>retorica do corpo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TSLRzz-tplI/AAAAAAAACOU/ZPn6NRYiUVo/s1600/8%2Banos%2Batras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 477px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558235578185393746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TSLRzz-tplI/AAAAAAAACOU/ZPn6NRYiUVo/s400/8%2Banos%2Batras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;somos inconsequentemente amantes,&lt;br /&gt;numa consciencia impudica de nossas fugas e sofismas.&lt;br /&gt;beijamos a boca num beijo bandido.&lt;br /&gt;E dormimos sonhos indefesos&lt;br /&gt;simples pesadelos que não nos deixam acordar.&lt;br /&gt;Devoro teu corpo, provoco teus sons,&lt;br /&gt;penetro sem dó teus espaços, aperto teus montes,&lt;br /&gt;mordo e molho tuas entradas.&lt;br /&gt;Somos nossa nudez,&lt;br /&gt;e o arrepio que minha lingua faz na tua pele&lt;br /&gt;quando tu se abre e sorri.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente uma retorica do corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Uma verossimilhança de amor.&lt;br /&gt;E assim vivemos nossos pecados,&lt;br /&gt;nessa ambiguidade&lt;br /&gt;nossas consequencias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5417999432384295319?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5417999432384295319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5417999432384295319&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5417999432384295319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5417999432384295319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/retorica-do-corpo.html' title='retorica do corpo...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TSLRzz-tplI/AAAAAAAACOU/ZPn6NRYiUVo/s72-c/8%2Banos%2Batras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-390685180670591192</id><published>2011-01-01T10:32:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:33:22.181-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reveillon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TR8gARlAItI/AAAAAAAACNk/sVL2VYhmDy0/s1600/copacabana%2Breveillon"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 485px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557195654289171154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TR8gARlAItI/AAAAAAAACNk/sVL2VYhmDy0/s400/copacabana%2Breveillon" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;ontem (hoje) de madrugada por volta de meia noite e meia eu desci para beber uma água de coco, ainda estavam soltando os fogos tradicionais do reveillon em Copacabana.Tudo com muita gente, mas consegui um espaço e me encostei ao lado do quiosque , e pedi o coco...Nesse intervalo uma menina , com uma roupa toda branca,que estava junto há um grupo de amigos veio tb ao quiosque e pediu uma garrafa de água mineral. Mas tinha muita gente e ela, em razão disso se encostou em mim. Eu estava meio de lado e ela de costas para mim, de frente para o balcão. Ela qdo sentiu meu corpo, se adiantou um pouco, quase como um reflexo, mas não pode se afastar muito, então ficamos praticamente "colados" ainda. Eu sentindo o corpo da moça encostado em mim, comecei a me excitar, e fiquei até preocupado dela reclamar ou tentar sair mais um pouco, o que seria dificil.Mas ao inves disso ela se apertou mais em mim e ficou olhando os fogos enquanto a água não vinha. Mas sempre com o rosto sério e sem me olhar.Meu coco chegou, e eu para pega-lo tive que me encostar mais ainda nela. Minha excitação já estava alta.... eu apenas com uma calça fina encima do corpo, que evidenciava ainda mais o volume no corpo.Ela já nem tentava mais se separar, pelo contrario, se virava para os lados e se roçava com mais força em mim. Fingia olhar o show pirotecnico e inclinava o corpo para frente se apertando mais.Mas tudo isso sem falar nada, apenas o rosto já estava mais leve, mais solto.Qdo veio a garrafa d'agua que ela tinha pedido, ela pagou e se virou para sair, e nessa virada deixou a mão descer e bater na minha.... excitação.esbarrou e deixou a mão se roçar mais raspando até sair de onde estava.Só nesse momento que senti o olhar dela nos meus. Olhei para ela e falei no meio dos fogos "um feliz 2011 pra vc"..... ela me encarou, piscou um olho, sorriu, ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-390685180670591192?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/390685180670591192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=390685180670591192&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/390685180670591192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/390685180670591192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/reveillon.html' title='Reveillon'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TR8gARlAItI/AAAAAAAACNk/sVL2VYhmDy0/s72-c/copacabana%2Breveillon' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8680694402606005128</id><published>2010-12-28T06:29:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T07:04:53.469-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim da entrevista.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pronto essas são as últimas perguntas e respostas... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero não ter cansado ninguem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E para todos, um 2011 feliz, de paz e repleto de realizações...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 - um dia da semana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;gosto do sábado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46a- um dia da semana que vc não gosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ñ existe um dia que eu ñ goste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 - signo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;aquario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 - um programa de TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;sinceramente, não sei???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 - roupa que mais usa ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;calça jeans, uma camisa leve de malha,uma sandalia e pronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 -qual a melhor hora de fazer amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o melhor é começar antes da hora, e terminar muito depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49a- como vc define "fazer amor"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;fazer amor, é engolir no corpo, a alma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 - do que vc não gosta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muita coisa mas não gosto principalmente do falso moralismo. Uma enorme falsidade.Mandam emails pra mim reclamando que só tiro fotos nú. Que nem&lt;br /&gt;todos gostam, só escrevo poema pornograficos etc... Ora, no meu blog vai quem quer, quem não gostar não volte mais. Eu reajo assim qdo visito blogs, se&lt;br /&gt;não gosto, não volto mais.Se coloco minhas fotos e de pessoas que estão comigo. É por não achar nada demais e não serem fotos que tiro escondido.&lt;br /&gt;Todas tem plena consciencia que estou fotografando. Evito colocar o rosto, até para preservar um pouco a identidade, mas não o fato. Eu estou ali nú.&lt;br /&gt;e daí.... Machuquei alguem com isso feri alguem...Vamos parar com falsidade. desculpe a demora na resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 - Mais vale uma bem dada, ou dar 3 ou 4???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;rsrsrs...dar 3 ou 4 bem dadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 -vc já broxou??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;depois das "bem dadas", já ...rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53 - alguma mulher já fingiu gozar com vc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A culpa desse fingimento é do homem, A mulher naturalmente faz isso para dar um alento ao parceiro. O pobre apressado, que acha que está causando&lt;br /&gt;sensação, fica 5 minutos bufando, a mulher dá uns 3 gemidos, ele se acaba. Se levanta ,acende um cigarro, olha pro lado fazendo pose,como se fosse um&lt;br /&gt;super homem.Pobre homem, se não fosse aqueles 3 gemidinhos da mulher ele seria um triste conformado. Porisso se perdoa o fingimento da mulher .&lt;br /&gt;Mas, qto. a pergunta, a mulher só finge, qdo não consegue gozar, qdo não a fazem gozar. E ela sabe melhor que ninguem...qdo. precisa fingir.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 - Tem animal de estimação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;não tenho mais, minha vida atual não permite que eu me dedique , e animal de estimação é totalmente dependente .Precisa de presença. E eu não posso dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 - vc usa cueca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;quase sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55a -Tipo de cueca que vc usa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;rsrs. Bem, vamos lá. Gosto de cuecas samba canção de seda ( meio frescura) e cuecas tipo box ( guarda melhor, ajusta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56 - Na praia ou piscina, short ou sunga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunga sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57 - vc se depila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;EU??? depilar, não. Eu aparo onde tem muito , gosto de deixar curto. Fica melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 - O que vc não faria ao ir pra cama com uma mulher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;não entendi bem a pergunta, mas. Eu não iria pra cama sem tomar um banho, não iria de relogio ou de meia (deprimente) nú e de meia. è triste. rsrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59 - mas...vc já broxou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bem já aconteceu, mas qdo o cão não quer caçar, usa-se o gato.E sei muito bem usar minhas armas. Mas sempre vai haver um outro dia, uma outra vez..&lt;br /&gt;então o cão caça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 - Vc já recebeu um NÃO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;só um???? rsrsrs já.rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61- se pudesse voltar o tempo, mudaria o que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;o próprio tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62- uma saudade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;sem tempo para saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63- uma invenção?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;o computador,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64- o que vc gosta de fazer com uma mulher entre 4 paredes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;rsrsrs, é entre 4 paredes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64a- e se na hora H a mulher , não quiser mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vou esperar acontecer para responder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65- uma satisfação pessoal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;vc querer muito uma mulher, desejar, e conseguir. E o mais importante mostrar que valeu a pena, sentir que valeu a pena, para os dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65a- uma mazela do Brasil.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;dentre muitas, a roubalheira cínica e descarada dessa politicada podre, que nos assola.O Brasil virou um grande covil. por tras disso tudo, vem a&lt;br /&gt;violencia, a inadimplencia da saúde, a triste realidade da educação etc...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66-o que vc acha do MSN ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muito bom, se conhece pessoas, se faz amigos, se troca informações. Vc amplia bastante &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;conhecimentos conhecendo pessoas de diferentes culturas.&lt;br /&gt;o modo de ser etc... Conheci muita gente que tenho afinidade hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66a - e de webcam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;muito válido tb. É a realidade, é estreitamento de distancias. É o mundo atual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;66b - sexo virtual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a pessoa se prende muito a nomes e situações. Esse sexo virtual isso é uma loucura inventada, existe sim pessoas que se mostram,e em 90 %&lt;br /&gt;dos casos acabam se conhecendo pessoalmente. E se não se conhecerem, que continuem atraves do monitor. Porque julgar isso? O fato existe. Esses&lt;br /&gt;que jogam pedras, já devem ter ver filmes eroticos,e lido livros tb. E negam a webcam. E na webcam quem faz o filme é voce , o artista é voce.&lt;br /&gt;Quem gosta faz, quem não gosta não faz . Simples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67- Já aconteceu com vc ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já, diversas vezes, esconder porque. Não que se faça a todo momento, nem com todos, mas existem pessoas que temos liberdade para isso. Tenho muitas&lt;br /&gt;amigas que conheço pela webcam. E tenho amigas muito especiais e de quem gosto muito. E as respeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68- já aconteceu com blogueiras tb??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;aí já são detalhes particulares, e em detalhes eu não entro. E nem adianta insistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 -vc acha seu blog pornografico ou erotico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Isso depende muito do ponto de vista de quem lê ou vê. Para uns erótico, para outros pornografico. Eu respeito pontos de vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69a- e no seu ponto de vista??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não me atenho a isso, eu simplesmente escrevo e posto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70- Vc tem medo de viajar de avião?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;não adianta o medo. Eu preciso viajar muito, se ficar com medo, acabo não viajando.então....vamos sem medo. mas rezo antes de ir...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71- e as parceiras na sua vida, muitas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;veja bem, antes de mais nada, seria muito bom frisar, que eu não sou nenhum super homem. Sou uma cara comum, como tantos outros por aí. Normalmente&lt;br /&gt;qdo. falam comigo, se prendem muito a essa questão das mulheres, de qts . eu tenho ou deixo de ter. Não é legal essa situação. Afinal de contas eu não&lt;br /&gt;vejo as mulheres, como querem me impor. Eu não as uso. Não vejo nas mulheres apenas buracos, não é assim. Eu tb gosto, tb quero, tb amo. Não sou um&lt;br /&gt;boi premiado. Sou tb alma, carinho, respeito. Qdo as tenho as quero bem, dou todo o prazer do mundo, e tb todo o resto que elas precisam, como amizade,&lt;br /&gt;cumplicidade, dou meu ombro, sei escutar o que elas precisam dizer. Antes de mais nada, antes de tudo, as quero bem. Não tenho mais 20 anos, sou homem&lt;br /&gt;que sei bem o que quero, e respeito e não julgo em hipótese alguma, ninguem. E qto. a tua pergunta. Sim tive muitas parceiras na vida, e ainda , quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;posso ter muito mais. Mas sempre, todas com todo o respeito e dignidade do mundo. Não vivo expectativas de uma união final. Definitiva. Vivo com&lt;br /&gt;intensidade os relacionamentos que acontecem. Sem dramas .Acontecem simplesmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72 -Um lugar que vc gostaria de conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;a China. Uma cultura totalmente diversa da nossa. Queria muito visitar . Quem sabe, ainda visito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72a- e lugares que gostaria de voltar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;devo voltar a Europa, até Maio no máximo. No final de 2010, com certeza quero um tempo em Nova York. Mas não gosto de marcar nada com muita&lt;br /&gt;antecedencia, gosto de esperar chegar, viver o dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73- Vc. já visitou praia de nudimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sim, no Rio a praia do Abricó e Praia do Pinho e Galheta em SC. Quem vai, vê que uma prática tão simples e natural como se estivesse em Copacabana ou Leblon.&lt;br /&gt;o problema é para quem não está acostumado, pegar aquele sol forte do meio dia, na bunda branca e arredores. Aí prejudica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74- O que vc queria ver eliminado do mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tanta coisa, mas o que mais machuca mesmo é a fome. Ver tanta gente na miséria, crianças passando fome, isso dói muito, muito mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75- Uma frase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;" A fórmula infalivel do fracasso, é tentar agradar a todos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76- Sua casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;é meu canto, onde paro para respirar. Relaxar.sentar, esquecer um pouco. Onde moro maravilhosamente só, e pecaminosamente, nem tanto, rsrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77 - tua cama e teus lençois?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;minha cama é minha parceira, e meus lençois, prefiro os de seda, seda é erotico, desliza, amortece, escorrega, é quase pele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78- O amor??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;já escrevi tanto sobre o amor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79- O adeus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O adeus para mim, é a não volta. É o definitivo. É o ponto final. Se alguem por um motivo ou outro, diz adeus pra mim, que pense muito, que tenha absoluta&lt;br /&gt;certeza, pois não há volta. Nunca, em toda a minha vida nunca, eu deixei de aceitar um adeus. Se uma mulher tem dúvidas, ou incertezas em relação a mim.&lt;br /&gt;ou até em relação a ela própria&lt;br /&gt;que vá e seja feliz, mas vá com consciencia que está realmente indo. Porque se fechar a porta, é o fim. A mulher que se relaciona comigo, tem que ter&lt;br /&gt;a consciencia do "não quero". Pois desde o momento do não, ou da ausencia, eu entendo como o fim, e nunca mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80- Conquista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é momento, é a conjugação de vontades, não um conquistar por conquistar para um momento. Mas uma conquista que acelera o coração, qdo no fundo&lt;br /&gt;no fundo a outra parte quer ser conquistada, e facilita a intenção. A conquista é o orgasmo do sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81- O beijo na boca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;tem que marcar, tem que ter sabor, tem que ligar os sentidos, tem que arrepiar. Beijar na boca é um conjunto, de labios, de linguas, de mãos, de corpo.&lt;br /&gt;de excitação, de umidade.Beijo na boca, é um todo. O beijo na boca é pluralidade, é troca.Beijo na boca, não é só beijar......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82- O orgasmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o orgasmo puro e simples, é só uma sensação. Orgasmo é o fim da linha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa união , não pode frustrar uma das pa&lt;img class="gl_bold" border="0" alt="Negrito" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;rtes, se é para chegar ao &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fim da linha que se chegue junto. O orgasmo independe fisicamente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de outrem. Prefiro os caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83- O sexo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;o sexo tem que ser intenso, mas nunca promíscuo. O sexo tem que acontecer, e não ser procurado. O grande problema é realmente a promiscuidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84- Mulher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;nossa.... mulher . Eu gosto da mulher intensa, a que quer conquistar. A mulher que se deixa, que se mostra. Que não se omite. Mulher que deseja, mulher&lt;br /&gt;que diz o que quer.que faz o que gosta, que faz o que quer.Mulher que luta , que vibra. Mulher exibicionista.............vou escrever o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85- Balada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;isso é momento,, mas não faz muito minha cabeça. Gosto de privacidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86- queria agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estar na praia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87- e amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;continuar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88- um conselho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;pensem sempre muito antes de falar, não tenha ímpetos, pense...tenha certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89- se vc estivesse excitado agora , o que vc faria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não faria nada......esperaria acontecer, rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado pela disposição de responder, obrigado pelo teu final de semana. Pela proximidade, pelos drinks , pela janta que voce pagou, pela tua consciencia, pelo que tu é.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8680694402606005128?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8680694402606005128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8680694402606005128&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8680694402606005128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8680694402606005128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/fim-da-entrevista.html' title='Fim da entrevista.'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5044355149671044959</id><published>2010-12-25T14:14:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:14:00.305-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrevista</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No ano passado recebi tres meninas em meu apto, uma delas Laura ,amiga de longa data. As outras duas meninas faziam um curso vestibular para jornalismo&lt;br /&gt;e em um trabalho, deveriam entrevistar qualquer um do povo, e a Laura me apresentou e pediram que me entrevistassem. Normalmente não aceitaria, mas respondi atendendo ao pedido da amiga. E essa entrevista acabou consumindo um final de semana. Foram 90 perguntas ( ufa), que vou dividir aqui, para não cansar nem incomodar ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;E é bom para que as amigas que me visitam , me conheçam um pouco mais... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 - esse nome é teu mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bem , se voce chamar , eu atendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2 - vc ama o que faz profissionalmente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;sim , mas sou volúvel e amaria outro tipo de trabalho se me pagasse melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3 - Como é voce ? idade, tipo físico, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;tenho menos de 44 anos, cabelos querendo ficar grisalhos, gosto de trabalhar, de escrever, de paixões, de andar de moto, de viajar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Quem é voce? teu modo, teus desejos etc...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sou uma pessoa comum, honesto, amigo, amante,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - O que é uma mulher bonita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bem, com Photoshop ou sem photoshop? conceitos de beleza diferem muito de pessoas para pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;mas a beleza é frágil, não é um fator de continuidade, existem mulheres da beleza à 1a vista, e as que vc descobre bonitas depois.&lt;br /&gt;Beleza é conjunto de coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5a - 3 coisas de comer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;churrasco, lagosta, massas, depende do espirito de momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5b - 3coisas de não comer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sushi, escargot, e pão molhado no café com leite( argh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6 - o que te atrai numa mulher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - o que te afasta de uma mulher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a chatice, mulher chata é impossivel suportar, a ciumenta em excesso, e a que quer grudar em voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- o que é amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;é um conjunto de diversos fatores, não existe uma regra, voce ama uma mulher, um momento, um objeto, uma planta, um animal de esti&lt;br /&gt;mação, são coisas diferentes entre si. Amor, é querer ficar perto, sem ocupar espaço, amor é liberdade, é querer beijar o rosto, é fazer&lt;br /&gt;carinho. Amor é amplo demais....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - e amizade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amizade é quase amor.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - beleza é fundamental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;não, beleza é bom de ver , mas não é fundamental,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - Gorda ou magra? alta ou baixa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;sem preferencias, isso é só o invólucro, vale o que está dentro...(ou do lado, ou embaixo rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - vc é romantico?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um eterno romantico,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 - vc bebe, fuma, usa drogas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;parei de fumar, bebo o normal, drogas tô fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 - o homossexualismo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não faz minha cabeça, mas não tenho nada contra as opções de cada um. Não vejo o ser humano, por suas opções, por cor, nem religião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 - um fetishe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;se bunda for considerado um fetishe.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 - amizade virtual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;normal , é uma forma de amizade. que existe e se fortalece, como uma amizade real, sendo que vejo essa virtualidade, uma coisa real tb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16a - vc já teve relação com pessoas que conheceu no virtual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16b - já saiu com leitoras do teu blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16c - já te convidaram pelo virtual, para fazer sexo real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 - sexo virtual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;veja bem. Muitos enchem os pulmões e bradam que querem o sexo real, que são olho no olho, aqueles chavões de sempre, etc...etc... mas o&lt;br /&gt;sexo virtual existe. Vc conhece alguem no Amazonas, mora no RS, o que te resta?? apenas uma webcam. Que se use então.Não é uma questão&lt;br /&gt;de preferencias , mas de situação, de momentos.mas de consequencias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 - 3 blogs que vc adora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;só 3? são muitos, não tem como escolher só 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 - blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;blog é uma forma moderna de aparecer, é uma estrategia de marketing pessoal. É se mostrar . O blog é o livro que vc escreve,sem enredos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 - sexo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é a forma mais forte de prazer, é a conquista, é o climax, é a finalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 - onde vc mais gosta de fazer amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;na cama com certeza, com todas as suas variações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 - praia ou campo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Moro na praia, nasci de frente para a praia, sou praia sempre, sou sol, sou areia , sou mar. Mas o campo relaxa..(mas não está na hora de relaxar, ainda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 - 3 coisas que vc gosta de fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;viajar, escrever, amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 - seu clube?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Flamengo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 - 3 cidades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rio de Janeiro, Nova York, Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 - voyeurismo, exibicionismo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é uma forma de aparecer, de se mostrar, de ver. è o risco como forma de prazer. Eu gosto de ver e aparecer, e mostrar,sem ser doentio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 - uma tara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;só uma???rsrs. Certa vez dentro de um onibus indo para escola, eu devia ter na época uns 12, 13 anos&lt;br /&gt;uma mulher linda sem calcinha, abria as pernas estrategicamente em minha direção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;acabei saltando 4 pontos alem de onde deveria saltar. rsrs&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser uma tara( a dela de mostrar, a minha de ver).Nunca mais esqueci isso. Gosto desse tipo de situação, onde é necessário 2 pessoas, com&lt;br /&gt;sutileza,uma situação meio cínica,onde haja uma cumplicidade. Sem agressões.Sem constrangimentos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 - menage ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Isso acontece muito, é muito mais comum que se pensa. Principalmente depois de festas, reuniões, desfiles etc...etc...Faz parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 - algum lugar ou momento inusitado, que vc fez amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muitos, dentro de elevador, na praia as 3 horas da manhã, no escritório, na sala de dentista, no saguão de um hotel 4 estrelas, dentro&lt;br /&gt;de um taxi etc...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 - anal, oral, ou convencional ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;ué, os 3 claro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;31 -noite ou dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gosto muito da noite. A noite é mais entrosamento, o dia é mais individualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 - um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já não sonho tanto. Sou mais chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 - uma vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;voltar a Europa ainda esse ano. ou no máximo até o verão que vem. Ficar 1 ou 2 meses, alugar uma moto e rodar por lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 - manias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beber água mineral com gas. Qdo. estou no Rio, mergulhar a noite e correr na praia ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 - uma mulher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36- Onde vc estudou.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;comecei tudo na Escola Campos Sales no Campo de Santana, depois escola Roma em Copacabana,Colegio Pedro II, Colegio Souza Aguiar, Curso Helio Alonso, e PUC/RJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36a - nome de um professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Professora Beatriz de matemática do Colegio Souza Aguiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Voce é formado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;sim . PUC/RJ- Direito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38- Uma cor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aquele vermelho que se roça nas nuvens no sol poente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 - Seu cabelo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;castanho claro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39a- seu olho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39b-seu rosto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;comum, com bigode e um cavanhaque peq, que devo tirar semana que vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39c- seus lábios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;de d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;esejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 - seu carro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mitsubishi Pajero Sport 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 -onde vc mora ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em Copacabana,Posto 5, no Rio de Janeiro,( atualmente em um Hotel em PoA, RS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 - amor ou paixão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se independem e se querem, se procuram, se desejam. Irremediavelmente se completam. Se escondem as vezes, mas se acham...Quer queiram ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 -o dinheiro traz felicidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;te respondo com uma pergunta. " NÃO TER DINHEIRO TRAZ FELICIDADE" ? Felicidade independe de quaquer fator. Felicidade não se mede. Ser feliz, mesmo que por&lt;br /&gt;momentos, é a riqueza esperada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44- uma alegria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;me  querer bem. Quem se quer bem, ama melhor, vive melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45- uma tristeza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;a morte de meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5044355149671044959?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5044355149671044959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5044355149671044959&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5044355149671044959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5044355149671044959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/entrevista.html' title='Entrevista'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4254657922251951283</id><published>2010-12-20T06:02:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T06:07:22.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pele, pelos e óleo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TQ8OOMytOHI/AAAAAAAACMA/tFza61hMPW4/s1600/25071_0000q89q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 551px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 408px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552672502685972594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TQ8OOMytOHI/AAAAAAAACMA/tFza61hMPW4/s400/25071_0000q89q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui até o mais fundo possivel&lt;br /&gt;que pude ir em ti,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto na superficie,&lt;br /&gt;nossos corpos se roçavam.&lt;br /&gt;Acintosos, famintos,&lt;br /&gt;te arrancando gemidos e gritos&lt;br /&gt;num quase impudor de desejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesse louco ir e vir&lt;br /&gt;e no atrito lascivo de pele, pelos e óleo&lt;br /&gt;ultrapassei o limite dos teus principios&lt;br /&gt;e te fiz gozar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;E gozei contigo&lt;br /&gt;o mais forte e contínuo gozo que voce já teve.&lt;br /&gt;o mais longo e profundo gozo,&lt;br /&gt;que nós pudemos gozar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4254657922251951283?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4254657922251951283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=4254657922251951283&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4254657922251951283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4254657922251951283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/pele-pelos-e-oleo.html' title='pele, pelos e óleo...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TQ8OOMytOHI/AAAAAAAACMA/tFza61hMPW4/s72-c/25071_0000q89q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-1396789354882372353</id><published>2010-12-16T22:09:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:08:24.150-02:00</updated><title type='text'>toda nua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TQqrHcnYzqI/AAAAAAAACLw/bzvV3YXY0o0/s1600/sonhos%2BMB%2B2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 520px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 501px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551437635116388002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TQqrHcnYzqI/AAAAAAAACLw/bzvV3YXY0o0/s400/sonhos%2BMB%2B2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...e voce toda nua&lt;br /&gt;fazendo toda a vontade&lt;br /&gt;de todas as vontades que eu tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gemendo os silencios que teu corpo sente&lt;br /&gt;dos desejos que teu corpo pede,&lt;br /&gt;nos prazeres que meu corpo faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-1396789354882372353?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1396789354882372353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=1396789354882372353&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1396789354882372353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1396789354882372353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/toda-nua.html' title='toda nua'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TQqrHcnYzqI/AAAAAAAACLw/bzvV3YXY0o0/s72-c/sonhos%2BMB%2B2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5201062687115585519</id><published>2010-12-14T19:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:01:49.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'>bilhete</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Quebrei o teu prato&lt;br /&gt;tranquei o meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;bebi teu licor,&lt;br /&gt;já arrumei a sala&lt;br /&gt;já fiz tua mala&lt;br /&gt;pus no corredor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu limpei minha vida&lt;br /&gt;te tirei do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;te tirei das entranhas&lt;br /&gt;fiz um tipo de aborto&lt;br /&gt;e por fim nosso caso acabou&lt;br /&gt;está morto.&lt;br /&gt;Jogue a copia da chave&lt;br /&gt;por debaixo da porta&lt;br /&gt;que é pra não ter motivos&lt;br /&gt;de pensar numa volta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fique junto dos seus&lt;br /&gt;Boa sorte, adeus! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.........................................................&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I. Lins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5201062687115585519?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5201062687115585519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5201062687115585519&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5201062687115585519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5201062687115585519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/bilhete.html' title='bilhete'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5292441532840264461</id><published>2010-12-11T14:02:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:18:03.833-02:00</updated><title type='text'>cavalgar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TQOhXZ8eTFI/AAAAAAAACLo/EOaLQ3TJqmw/s1600/mau%2Be%2Blau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 452px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549456589324176466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TQOhXZ8eTFI/AAAAAAAACLo/EOaLQ3TJqmw/s400/mau%2Be%2Blau.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;tua vontade louca,&lt;br /&gt;teu despudor.&lt;br /&gt;teu modo lascivo e insano de cavalgar&lt;br /&gt;de se encaixar, de se deixar ficar&lt;br /&gt;tua boca entreaberta,&lt;br /&gt;tua lingua passeando nos lábios&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo querendo... .&lt;br /&gt;teu suor,&lt;br /&gt;teus seios,&lt;br /&gt;gemidos.&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo se mexendo&lt;br /&gt;com força ,&lt;br /&gt;teu jeito de me pegar, de se roçar&lt;br /&gt;de me sentir&lt;br /&gt;tuas pernas se abrindo&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo rodopiando em mim&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso maroto.&lt;br /&gt;tuas coxas enxarcadas&lt;br /&gt;teu gozo escandaloso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;e eu ?&lt;br /&gt;sou teu instrumento,&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente um detalhe...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5292441532840264461?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5292441532840264461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5292441532840264461&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5292441532840264461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5292441532840264461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/cavalgar.html' title='cavalgar...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TQOhXZ8eTFI/AAAAAAAACLo/EOaLQ3TJqmw/s72-c/mau%2Be%2Blau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-327592433599345468</id><published>2010-12-07T21:01:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:52:03.919-02:00</updated><title type='text'>de verdade !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TP69AbO7GMI/AAAAAAAACKo/9aQQ_K9H3gQ/s1600/2008%2BRS%2B%2BAna%2B%2BX%2B%2BMBers..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 485px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 507px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548079605975029954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TP69AbO7GMI/AAAAAAAACKo/9aQQ_K9H3gQ/s400/2008%2BRS%2B%2BAna%2B%2BX%2B%2BMBers..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...de verdade mesmo, só se ama apaixonadamente assim: longo, completo e dentro. Há de se ter urgencia no louco ir e vir nas partes mais vastas e mais fundas da mulher. e no roçar impudico de todas as sensações da superficie, com o atrito intenso de todas as sensações da pele....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;porisso percorre em mim&lt;br /&gt;ainda latente&lt;br /&gt;teu gosto&lt;br /&gt;teu gozo.&lt;br /&gt;teu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nas sensações&lt;br /&gt;do triangulo lúdico&lt;br /&gt;do teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;a aflição de todos os meus pecados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;e na posse das minhas fraquezas.&lt;br /&gt;esse teu despudor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;em mim...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-327592433599345468?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/327592433599345468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=327592433599345468&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/327592433599345468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/327592433599345468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/de-verdade.html' title='de verdade !'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TP69AbO7GMI/AAAAAAAACKo/9aQQ_K9H3gQ/s72-c/2008%2BRS%2B%2BAna%2B%2BX%2B%2BMBers..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8756320337166939152</id><published>2010-12-03T06:02:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T23:07:17.317-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgasmo-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TPilDAdEPsI/AAAAAAAACKg/IVZNpOBTRz8/s1600/2009%2B-01MB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 560px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546364412186869442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TPilDAdEPsI/AAAAAAAACKg/IVZNpOBTRz8/s400/2009%2B-01MB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orgasmo-te,&lt;br /&gt;num roçar espalhafatoso,&lt;br /&gt;lançado no vermelho de teu corpo aberto,&lt;br /&gt;quente, exposto, molhado.&lt;br /&gt;indecente na fantasia ansiada&lt;br /&gt;exibicionista em todo seu impudor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impaciente.&lt;br /&gt;Urgente, latente.&lt;br /&gt;dançando em gemidos&lt;br /&gt;de palavras e bocas .&lt;br /&gt;Arrepiado pelos dedos fincados.&lt;br /&gt;Anseios por qualquer coisa de lingua.&lt;br /&gt;Gozando qualquer pedaço de pele,&lt;br /&gt;entrando em qualquer espaço de carne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encaixe que geme,&lt;br /&gt;intumescido na fricção&lt;br /&gt;de um corpo que inflama,&lt;br /&gt;desejos que fervem&lt;br /&gt;em óleo que enxarca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorrisos e choros.&lt;br /&gt;sôfrego no ir e vir de corpo dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir escorrer,&lt;br /&gt;pelas pernas de ávidos suores,&lt;br /&gt;jatos misturados em espasmos.&lt;br /&gt;num gozar&lt;br /&gt;que se multiplica, fica,&lt;br /&gt;quer mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8756320337166939152?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8756320337166939152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8756320337166939152&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8756320337166939152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8756320337166939152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/orgasmo-te.html' title='Orgasmo-te...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TPilDAdEPsI/AAAAAAAACKg/IVZNpOBTRz8/s72-c/2009%2B-01MB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-463403824394272303</id><published>2010-11-26T06:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T06:52:48.761-02:00</updated><title type='text'>mulher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TO906IPbLkI/AAAAAAAACKY/6XIwh21i1p8/s1600/mulher%2Bshe%2B2008%2Bmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 525px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 489px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543778208309784130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TO906IPbLkI/AAAAAAAACKY/6XIwh21i1p8/s400/mulher%2Bshe%2B2008%2Bmb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escorre de ti, paixões.&lt;br /&gt;que faz&lt;br /&gt;gemidos, gritos , pecados.&lt;br /&gt;mulher&lt;br /&gt;que ilumina e cega&lt;br /&gt;fonte de segredos, desejos e misterios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corpo mulher&lt;br /&gt;força que brinca de ser fragil&lt;br /&gt;que desaba em gozo&lt;br /&gt;que "morre" e "mata" entre os lençois,&lt;br /&gt;e ressuscita em sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;no próximo beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-463403824394272303?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/463403824394272303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=463403824394272303&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/463403824394272303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/463403824394272303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/mulher.html' title='mulher...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TO906IPbLkI/AAAAAAAACKY/6XIwh21i1p8/s72-c/mulher%2Bshe%2B2008%2Bmb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-6342017565885123437</id><published>2010-11-22T18:48:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:55:25.869-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Uma linda mulher, morena, pernas bonitas, seios lindos numa blusa sem sutien, oculos escuros prendendo o cabelo. Sentada escrevendo num notebook, numa poltrona no saguão do hotel. Me aproximei..&lt;br /&gt;--Boa noite, desculpe eu chegar assim te assustando.&lt;br /&gt;Levantou os olhos e dando um sorriso, retribuiu&lt;br /&gt;-Boa noite .&lt;br /&gt;eu continuei,&lt;br /&gt;--estava reparando vc e vendo assim mais de perto tive certeza agora que os juizes erraram em lhe dar só o 2° lugar no concurso.&lt;br /&gt;Ela deu um sorriso mais forte e me encarando, falou quase seria.&lt;br /&gt;--voce deve estar enganado eu não participei de concurso nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;Eu numa cara de espanto&lt;br /&gt;-- vc não é a menina que tirou o 2° lugar no concurso de Miss Rio Grande do Sul?&lt;br /&gt;--não , não sou eu. Quem dera que fosse .&lt;br /&gt;disse isso e sorriu alto.&lt;br /&gt;Retruquei tb sorrindo.&lt;br /&gt;--Então quem se enganou não foram os juizes, realmente quem se enganou fui eu.&lt;br /&gt;Logo vi, seria impossivel vc tirar um segundo lugar qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;-- Que é isso. disse ela, bondade sua.&lt;br /&gt;--Bondade? que nada uma constatação. Voce viu o desfile, perguntei&lt;br /&gt;--não, eu estava em Curitiba essa semana, e quase sem tempo . Trabalho nos descontrola as vezes. disse ela.&lt;br /&gt;--Realmente isso acontece, eu as vezes me perco tb trabalhando. Ainda mais nesse frio aqui de Porto Alegre.&lt;br /&gt;--voce é daqui de PoA, pergunta ela.&lt;br /&gt;--não, estou trabalhando aqui , ou melhor me descontrolando aqui, rsrs. O frio daqui me descontrola. Voce está hospedada aqui no hotel.&lt;br /&gt;--Sim , cheguei hoje pela manhã, sou de Curitiba, e trabalho no setor de agro pecuaria. e voce.&lt;br /&gt;--Trabalho em publicidade, e sou do Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Logo vi. responde ela dando uma sonora gargalhada, mostrando os dentes perfeitos. O sotaque calmo, não engana.&lt;br /&gt;eu sorri, e continuei&lt;br /&gt;--mas se é sua 1a noite aqui no hotel, deixa eu lhe aconselhar, evite jantar aqui, o restaurante daqui à noite não é muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;--Uma pena disse ela, estou com fome,&lt;br /&gt;--Eu tambem, e conheço um restaurante ótimo aqui perto. Já está convidada.&lt;br /&gt;Ela me olhou sério durante um tempo, e&lt;br /&gt;--Ok, tudo bem.Aceito sim.&lt;br /&gt;Nos levantamos e fomos nos dirigindo a portaria.&lt;br /&gt;ela diz.&lt;br /&gt;--estou morrendo de frio.&lt;br /&gt;Eu coloco meu casaco nos ombros dela.&lt;br /&gt;ela sorri , agradece e diz&lt;br /&gt;--me responda uma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;--sim disse eu.&lt;br /&gt;--voce realmente me acha parecida com a tal miss ?&lt;br /&gt;--não sei, respondi. Eu nem vi o concurso (rsrs).Mas como não sei jantar sozinho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--E o restaurante daqui do hotel , tb não é tão ruim assim(rsrs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;mas jantar aqui seria muito comum.&lt;br /&gt;Ela deu outra gargalhada...&lt;br /&gt;--Marcela meu nome,&lt;br /&gt;--o meu, Maurizio&lt;br /&gt;Pedi à portaria que chamasse um táxi.&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite promete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...................................................   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;( 07/2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-6342017565885123437?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6342017565885123437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=6342017565885123437&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6342017565885123437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6342017565885123437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/miss.html' title='A miss'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-2528681642069862981</id><published>2010-11-19T20:48:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:10:55.440-02:00</updated><title type='text'>desejos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TOb_6K_WS5I/AAAAAAAACJg/lqRNSe0CvfY/s1600/mb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 505px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541397766373526418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TOb_6K_WS5I/AAAAAAAACJg/lqRNSe0CvfY/s400/mb3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;e de repente involuntariamente gemeu&lt;br /&gt;gemeu sem esperar, sem saber, sem pedir,&lt;br /&gt;ao se sentir entregue em toda sua profundidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E rendida em suas forças&lt;br /&gt;perdeu seus pudores, seus recatos&lt;br /&gt;seus segredos,&lt;br /&gt;transbordou suas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;e gemeu mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;gemeu todos os seus misterios e temores&lt;br /&gt;seus prazers e seus desejos.&lt;br /&gt;e se deixou ficar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-2528681642069862981?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2528681642069862981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=2528681642069862981&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2528681642069862981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2528681642069862981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/desejos.html' title='desejos.'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TOb_6K_WS5I/AAAAAAAACJg/lqRNSe0CvfY/s72-c/mb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-744942439193953389</id><published>2010-11-16T19:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:26:19.772-02:00</updated><title type='text'>dançar em pele.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TOL01lJqUrI/AAAAAAAACJQ/t6A0VjdZrFM/s1600/sesso1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 496px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 433px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540259692962009778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TOL01lJqUrI/AAAAAAAACJQ/t6A0VjdZrFM/s400/sesso1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Danço em pele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;o som do teu gemido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Murmúrios de música sussurrada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;gemida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;onde és vocal, eu orquestra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O meu corpo suado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ao ritmo em despudor do teu compasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Roça em teus sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;delirio em contínuo movimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;do meu corpo nú, que se faz teu . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Deslizo nas gotas, que chovem do teu desejo , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;e me entranho no teu prazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Um ir e vir constante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;forte, selvagem e louco . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tremo no teu tremor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;que se contorce como em transe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;e me aperta , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;se enxarca e me arranha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;se mistura e se faz gozo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;como se querendo infindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Se mistura e se faz nosso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;como se implorando eterno...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-744942439193953389?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/744942439193953389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=744942439193953389&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/744942439193953389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/744942439193953389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/dancar-em-pele.html' title='dançar em pele.'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TOL01lJqUrI/AAAAAAAACJQ/t6A0VjdZrFM/s72-c/sesso1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5611628246494964119</id><published>2010-11-12T15:12:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:28:23.301-02:00</updated><title type='text'>lembranças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TN12ytYZ5nI/AAAAAAAACJI/elttT1QkZxI/s1600/arrepios%2BLu%2B2007%2Bmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 498px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538713730283071090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TN12ytYZ5nI/AAAAAAAACJI/elttT1QkZxI/s400/arrepios%2BLu%2B2007%2Bmb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tenho o eco&lt;br /&gt;do teu gemido&lt;br /&gt;ainda gravado no subconsciente&lt;br /&gt;do meu desejo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excita-me a lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;Excita-me o corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Relembro teu compasso,&lt;br /&gt;tua pele, teu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;tua lingua.&lt;br /&gt;A urgencia da minha mão em ti.&lt;br /&gt;E do teu jeito lascivo, meio louco,&lt;br /&gt;e adoravelmente sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;de se deixar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;entrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5611628246494964119?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5611628246494964119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5611628246494964119&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5611628246494964119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5611628246494964119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/lembrancas.html' title='lembranças'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TN12ytYZ5nI/AAAAAAAACJI/elttT1QkZxI/s72-c/arrepios%2BLu%2B2007%2Bmb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5145611323760644800</id><published>2010-11-09T05:21:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T12:16:20.668-02:00</updated><title type='text'>enfim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TNj3bP6ySyI/AAAAAAAACI4/z9aHEv2GOjU/s1600/corpo%2Bmulher2a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 515px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 411px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537447789353650978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TNj3bP6ySyI/AAAAAAAACI4/z9aHEv2GOjU/s400/corpo%2Bmulher2a.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;simplesmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;te achei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Te tirei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;dos devaneios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;te busquei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;dos contos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;dos sinos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;dos sonos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;dos choros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;do suspiro dos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;esquecida da vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sem vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;vida sem graça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;da sombra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Do marasmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;das horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Te puxei da janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;da monotonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sem cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;da vida que passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;arranquei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;tua roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;fiz molhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;teus desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;despi tuas fantasias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Deflorei tuas incertezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;dei cor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ao preto e branco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;das tuas vaidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Te mostrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;enfim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;a mulher em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;a mulher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;esquecida de ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;com medo de ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Perdida no espaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;no tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E te amei..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5145611323760644800?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5145611323760644800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5145611323760644800&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5145611323760644800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5145611323760644800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/enfim.html' title='enfim...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TNj3bP6ySyI/AAAAAAAACI4/z9aHEv2GOjU/s72-c/corpo%2Bmulher2a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8370439447868762913</id><published>2010-11-05T20:03:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T06:05:34.899-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um brinde ao erro...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TNUMPllw77I/AAAAAAAACIc/Lg04-l_NenY/s1600/umbrinde+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 612px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TNUMPllw77I/AAAAAAAACIc/Lg04-l_NenY/s400/umbrinde+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536344778849972146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TNSA5v_DFdI/AAAAAAAACIU/hmjhsUBn4dk/s1600/umbrinde.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Eu sou um erro pra voce,&lt;br /&gt;nós dois somos um erro.&lt;br /&gt;Um erro grande, forte, completo, absoluto...&lt;br /&gt;Um erro com toda a inconsequencia e certeza de ser erro.&lt;br /&gt;somos a plenitude, o extase do erro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E  dividimos irresponsabilidades e culpas&lt;br /&gt;num irremediavel e insano segredo.&lt;br /&gt;temos uma cumplicidade há tanto tempo,&lt;br /&gt;que aprendemos a errar , e a lapidar esses erros.&lt;br /&gt;e conscientemente errando sempre e juntos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;transcendemos o erro&lt;br /&gt;e erramos muito, muito melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8370439447868762913?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8370439447868762913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8370439447868762913&amp;isPopup=true' title='49 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8370439447868762913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8370439447868762913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-brinde-ao-erro.html' title='Um brinde ao erro...!'/><author><name>meus instantes e 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HEIGHT: 26px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534866004088377298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TM_LTkUSz9I/AAAAAAAACH0/oMytRrsKd2Y/s400/me+sente....jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8207600767678411252?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8207600767678411252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8207600767678411252&amp;isPopup=true' title='52 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8207600767678411252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8207600767678411252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-e-voce.html' title='amor sem alma, Um poema sincero pra Marina...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TM_LTkUSz9I/AAAAAAAACH0/oMytRrsKd2Y/s72-c/me+sente....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-9041794188319637809</id><published>2010-10-31T18:58:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:33:03.702-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Universo do teu corpo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 507px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 492px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534318279552205410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TM3ZJzapAmI/AAAAAAAACHc/zCVGh148M_c/s400/costas-abraco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Eu desisto&lt;br /&gt;Não existe essa manhã que eu perseguia&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar que me dê trégua ou me sorria&lt;br /&gt;E uma gente que não viva só pra si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só encontro&lt;br /&gt;Gente amarga mergulhada no passado&lt;br /&gt;Procurando repartir seu mundo errado&lt;br /&gt;Nessa vida sem amor que eu aprendi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por uns velhos vãos motivos&lt;br /&gt;Somos cegos e cativos&lt;br /&gt;No deserto do universo sem amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é por isso que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;De você como eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe um só minuto sem amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem comigo&lt;br /&gt;Meu pedaço de universo é no teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Eu te abraço corpo imerso no teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;E em teus braços se unem em versos à canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem que eu digo&lt;br /&gt;Que estou morto pra esse triste mundo antigo&lt;br /&gt;Que meu porto, meu destino, meu abrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São teu corpo amante amigo em minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Taiguara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-9041794188319637809?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9041794188319637809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=9041794188319637809&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/9041794188319637809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/9041794188319637809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/universo-do-teu-corpo.html' title='Universo do teu corpo...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TM3ZJzapAmI/AAAAAAAACHc/zCVGh148M_c/s72-c/costas-abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-7422806566847569410</id><published>2010-10-28T17:18:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:23:32.728-02:00</updated><title type='text'>mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TMnNZyDZavI/AAAAAAAACFo/POcY_WTiqo8/s1600/0001Laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 596px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533179460017810162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TMnNZyDZavI/AAAAAAAACFo/POcY_WTiqo8/s400/0001Laura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;-- Não pare, não pare... disse ela tremendo, afundando em meu corpo suas unhas afiadas. Seus labios mordidos, gemiam...&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo começou involuntariamente a tremer. Eu não parei, e forcei mais. E cada vez mais forte. Meu corpo ia e vinha sem compasso certo, ora mais forte, ora mais fraco. Por vezes me deixei ficar , pulsando. Seu corpo então se mexia. Eu ajudava , ao não largar meu peso , deixava seu quadril solto. Que se roçava acintosamente em mim. Sua lingua lambia meu peito e nossos corpos um roçar absoluto de pelos e pele.Ela gemia, sorria, chorava. E tremia cada vez mais, não existiam mais espaços entre nossos corpos, apenas grunhidos, gemidos, cheiros, impulsos... parecia em transe, berrava, se contorcia mais, gemia&lt;br /&gt;-- Não pare agora, continuou dizendo, em sussurros&lt;br /&gt;-- Não pare agora, não pare, não pare, não pare mais....assim, assim... a voz cada vez mais fraca...Repetia. Os olhos fechados, ofegante. Seu corpo enxarcado em espasmos, se retesava, escorriam suores...&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuei, te provocando mais prazeres, te continuando mais desejos e sensações. E eu ia,cada vez mais forte, cada vez mais fundo, cada vez mais dentro, cada vez mais rijo,&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais e mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-7422806566847569410?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7422806566847569410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=7422806566847569410&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/7422806566847569410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/7422806566847569410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/mais.html' title='mais...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TMnNZyDZavI/AAAAAAAACFo/POcY_WTiqo8/s72-c/0001Laura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4182155683308535946</id><published>2010-10-25T20:53:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:03:23.411-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobertas !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TMYLWgsyqHI/AAAAAAAACFI/H1Jqi7EYBXI/s1600/2010+RJ+Maurizio++Allana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 561px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 401px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532121673634064498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TMYLWgsyqHI/AAAAAAAACFI/H1Jqi7EYBXI/s400/2010+RJ+Maurizio++Allana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Uma musica antiga tocava lenta no som da sala. Com os corpos ainda molhados do banho, nos abraçamos&lt;br /&gt;apenas uma toalha amarrada em meu corpo nos separava. Sem pudores. Nos apertamos, os corpos reagiram à musica e em passos lentos começamos involuntariamente a dançar. A água ainda escorria e pingava no chão da sala.Ela fechou os&lt;br /&gt;olhos como num baile de sonhar desejos de sonhar sensações e fantasias feitas. Como num imenso salão de prazeres ela se apertava em mim. Tremia ao sentir o roçar do meu corpo , reagir ao contato de sua pele. A toalha se solta, naturalmente O som acaba e continuamos dançando envolvidos em nossas sensações. Suas unhas riscavam minha pele. E seu corpo acintosamente se roçava mais forte em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Deitamos no tapete, ela tremia mais. Tremia todo o arrepio da pele. Tremia todas as sensações de saliva, de pele e pelos. de desejos e suores. E gemeu forte ao se sentir entrar. Gemeu todo o&lt;br /&gt;desejo buscado e acumulado. Gemeu o momento. O compasso alucinado de fazer amor. Um amor firme, fundo. Ansiado, urgente. E eu galopava seu corpo cada vez mais forte, mais dentro. Seu corpo tremia pedindo mais. Sua boca mordia meu corpo. Deixando marcas de prazeres. Suas mãos, passeavam meu suor. De repente, ela escorrega debaixo de mim. Sua boca me procura. Sinto teus labios envolverem todo meu desejo, rijo, latejando. Sua boca suga minha vontade, e não para . Sedenta, num ir e vir constante sente meu gosto. E lambe, aperta e solta. E continua...Instintivamente giro meu corpo , como numa troca de prazeres, e mordo sua coxa, que se abre, cúmplice.&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo se perde em nós.&lt;br /&gt;E num repente, num descontrole alucinado, pede. E eu explodo.Explodo todo meu desejo... Suas mãos fincam mais forte as unhas em mim.&lt;br /&gt;sua boca em compasso, quase em transe, não para e suga ainda mais forte, todo meu gosto. Como querendo mais. Nessa mistura de desejos e saliva,espasmos fortes e gemidos nos deixamos, entregues.  Seu corpo por fim relaxa, acalma. Descontrai...&lt;br /&gt;Nos levantamos, abraçados, enxarcados de suores e prazeres.. Fomos pro quarto, ainda abraçados, sem falar nada, apenas a respiração mais forte, a pulsação ainda descompassada, as sensações...&lt;br /&gt;Deitamos, a luz difusa do abajur, coloria e emoldurava seus seios.&lt;br /&gt;Ela me abraça e displicente joga a perna sobre meu corpo....&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora a noite ainda começa, e a lua brilhando se exibe, riscando de prata o mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4182155683308535946?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4182155683308535946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=4182155683308535946&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4182155683308535946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4182155683308535946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/descobertas.html' title='Descobertas !'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TMYLWgsyqHI/AAAAAAAACFI/H1Jqi7EYBXI/s72-c/2010+RJ+Maurizio++Allana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-1691687914630356297</id><published>2010-10-23T20:17:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T10:49:41.201-02:00</updated><title type='text'>descobrir II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TMNfog-u4yI/AAAAAAAACE4/2q0UjLFk6mA/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 496px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531369916993561378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TMNfog-u4yI/AAAAAAAACE4/2q0UjLFk6mA/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O corpo suado, ainda salgado pela agua do mar, dava uma sensação de liberdade. A areia presa nos pés se espalhava acintosa pelo tapete da sala. O ar refrigerado ligado, enganava o calor que batia escaldante na janela.&lt;br /&gt;--E agora?disse ela sorrindo.&lt;br /&gt;--Agora um copo de água bem gelada, e um ducha fria pra aliviar. Fique a vontade. Mas não se mexa ainda. Não quero mais esse monte de areia caindo de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Falei dando uma gargalhada e a levantei no colo.&lt;br /&gt;--Pronto deixa que eu te levo pro box.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sorriu alto e segurou meu pescoço com força como que com medo de cair.&lt;br /&gt;A coloquei no chão e liguei forte a ducha.&lt;br /&gt;--Agora vou tirar essa areia toda do seu pé. E com a mão limpei sua perna e os pés.&lt;br /&gt;A água fria em contato com o corpo quente arrepiou sua pele. Limpei com cuidado um pouco de areia que tinha em seu cabelo. Um cabelo longo louro, que estava preso dentro do boné que usava..&lt;br /&gt;--Pronto agora vamos poder andar pela casa, falei sorrindo.&lt;br /&gt;Diminui a intensidade da ducha , e olhei seu corpo molhado, arrepiado, ainda dentro de um pequeno biquine. E perguntei,&lt;br /&gt;--mais uma coisa só.&lt;br /&gt;--o que? pergunta ela&lt;br /&gt;--voce sentou na areia da praia e entrou na agua??&lt;br /&gt;-- porque?&lt;br /&gt;--Hummm, nada não , é que entra areia no bikine. disse sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;a abracei e entrei com ela no box.&lt;br /&gt;Aumentei então mais um pouco a força da ducha, minha mão entrou por entre a parte de cima do seu bikine, senti o bico de seus seios se retesar, levemente puxei a alça ...&lt;br /&gt;sua pele então se arrepiou mais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto o bikine enrolado em meus dedos descia pelo seu corpo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-1691687914630356297?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1691687914630356297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=1691687914630356297&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1691687914630356297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1691687914630356297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/descobrir-ii.html' title='descobrir II'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TMNfog-u4yI/AAAAAAAACE4/2q0UjLFk6mA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-2879746545537155593</id><published>2010-10-21T06:28:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T05:05:33.259-02:00</updated><title type='text'>descobrir segredos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TL_6KeAAfAI/AAAAAAAACDY/LPLOeT2YcR8/s1600/MB+-+Allana+08_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 422px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530413925192989698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TL_6KeAAfAI/AAAAAAAACDY/LPLOeT2YcR8/s400/MB+-+Allana+08_2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Uma praia, um sábado qualquer, 11.20 hs, um sol forte, o mar batendo, uma brisa . Uma amiga virtual, blogueira, vem me conhecer.... bronzeada, fio dental. Chega e dá um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Com um celular pede para um rapaz tirar fotos nossas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--Maurizio?? pergunta&lt;br /&gt;-- sim...&lt;br /&gt;--olá, até que enfim te encontro aqui na areia, nessa tua poltrona natural , parece mentira que estou aqui. disse ela&lt;br /&gt;--viu?? sou de verdade! respondo sorrindo. Não tinha como me errar, o lugar, a sunga preta,vc de boné bco...&lt;br /&gt;--Que bom te encontrar aqui no teu habitat. E fora dos posts do teu blog. fora dos coments. fora do monitor, que bom te ver.......Te olhando aqui nessa praia, me sinto como se já te conhecesse. teu jeito, teu olhar, teu corpo, tuas mãos. Só faltava teu rosto..&lt;br /&gt;-- Desculpe eu ir direta ao assunto, mas por todas aquelas fotos suas no blog, cheguei a achar até que te conheceria mais facil se voce estivesse sem sunga...disse dando uma imensa e bela gargalhada.&lt;br /&gt;-- Eu prometo então me confirmar pra voce, assim que sairmos da praia, respondi sorrindo. Para não haver dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ela sorriu alto de novo, seu corpo encostava em mim, provocando naturalmente uma excitação .&lt;br /&gt;que ela forçava mais. Fingindo não notar, disfarçava e esbarrava cada vez mais em meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto conversavamos distraidamente sobre blogs, posts e belezas do Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Minha excitação, já visualmente explicita aumentava. Sentei na areia como para me defender de olhares passageiros.&lt;br /&gt;Ela reparou e sorriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--É sempre assim? agora entendo o grande segredo para tanta inspiração.Tomara que voce se inspire sempre cada vez mais. disse rindo como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;--Já que tocou no assunto das fotos e do meu grande segredo para escrever. É melhor sairmos da praia. respondi&lt;br /&gt;--vamos? pergunto&lt;br /&gt;Ela respira fundo, abaixa sutilmente o olhar .&lt;br /&gt;Eu bato na sunga para retirar o excesso de areia, ela olha e sorri&lt;br /&gt;--Com toda certeza, vamos . diz ela. Quero conhecer tua casa, tua varanda, e o teu porto de inspirações. diz ela, encarando meu olhar bem junto ao meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Estiquei a mão.&lt;br /&gt;--Então vem...vem descobrir meus segredos. digo com um sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ela pega minha mão. Ansiosa, quase tremula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--Vamos. responde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A areia quente nos faz correr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E na praia o sol continua forte, o mar batendo, e uma leve brisa soprando....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-2879746545537155593?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2879746545537155593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=2879746545537155593&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2879746545537155593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2879746545537155593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/descobrir-segredos.html' title='descobrir segredos...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TL_6KeAAfAI/AAAAAAAACDY/LPLOeT2YcR8/s72-c/MB+-+Allana+08_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-1791865578720821400</id><published>2010-10-18T00:12:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T07:29:59.227-02:00</updated><title type='text'>tateando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TLutY_ofJlI/AAAAAAAACDI/Z8BDhhpA26U/s1600/Poa+.+Lu+2010+mb..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 537px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 464px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529203612437128786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TLutY_ofJlI/AAAAAAAACDI/Z8BDhhpA26U/s400/Poa+.+Lu+2010+mb..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;escorre ainda em ti&lt;br /&gt;a tinta do poema&lt;br /&gt;que desenho em tua pele .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tateando teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;te enxarco do oleo&lt;br /&gt;que meu desejo explode .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;óleo, bocas e mãos&lt;br /&gt;que se integram, interagem,&lt;br /&gt;se misturam.&lt;br /&gt;Numa troca de prazeres, em gozo forte,&lt;br /&gt;único&lt;br /&gt;fundo, consistente , intenso&lt;br /&gt;corpos que se encaixam, se prendem.&lt;br /&gt;Cúmplices,&lt;br /&gt;se repetem, se dão.....!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-1791865578720821400?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1791865578720821400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=1791865578720821400&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1791865578720821400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1791865578720821400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/tateando.html' title='tateando...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TLutY_ofJlI/AAAAAAAACDI/Z8BDhhpA26U/s72-c/Poa+.+Lu+2010+mb..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8663158373362920751</id><published>2010-10-14T06:03:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T08:06:17.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a vida não faz esquecer, faz virar páginas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TLbJLnyEjUI/AAAAAAAACDA/PZa-Ifhouwo/s1600/image_0aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 557px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527826794138602818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TLbJLnyEjUI/AAAAAAAACDA/PZa-Ifhouwo/s400/image_0aaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Um dia perdido lá atras&lt;br /&gt;num momento contraído&lt;br /&gt;inconsequente, sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente alguem sangrou por sangrar&lt;br /&gt;as purezas perdidas nos espaços dos teus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;sem carinhos, sem certezas,&lt;br /&gt;só dores e lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;simples consequencias de momentos a deriva de teus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;sequelas sofridas ficaram, hibernando em teus prazeres .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoje passeei no teu medo,&lt;br /&gt;como numa regressão terapeutica&lt;br /&gt;voce voltou a teus ontens. te despertei&lt;br /&gt;sarei teus remorsos, tuas angustias , teus medos e culpas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;te transportei no tempo e te vi chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;te refiz menina, e te vi sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;te fiz amor e te acordei pra vida&lt;br /&gt;naquele instante então&lt;br /&gt;como que rasgando tua carne entrei em ti , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;cicatrizei enfim tua alma&lt;br /&gt;e te fiz mulher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8663158373362920751?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8663158373362920751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8663158373362920751&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8663158373362920751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8663158373362920751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/vida-nao-faz-esquecer-faz-virar-paginas.html' title='a vida não faz esquecer, faz virar páginas...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TLbJLnyEjUI/AAAAAAAACDA/PZa-Ifhouwo/s72-c/image_0aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-3042396529587262209</id><published>2010-10-10T13:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:18:58.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'>que bom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TLHkrKsUGnI/AAAAAAAACC4/BYvNG2EG-3M/s1600/COLADO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 549px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526449648016038514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TLHkrKsUGnI/AAAAAAAACC4/BYvNG2EG-3M/s400/COLADO.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Teus olhos fixando os meus...teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;teu arrepio quando te beijo a boca.....&lt;br /&gt;no abraço a sintonia de sensações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que bom ter voce aqui outra vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sentir tua pele suando,&lt;br /&gt;sentir esse teu jeito escondido de prazeres,&lt;br /&gt;ver voce desafiando teus medos, teu jeito de querer.&lt;br /&gt;passeando desejos em nossas vontades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que bom ter voce aqui ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sentir tua respiração ofegante&lt;br /&gt;ter teu corpo pulsando, se mexendo forte&lt;br /&gt;cadenciando um ritmo sem cadencia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;gemendo uma dor que não doi, como em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;penitencia sem pecado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que bom ter voce ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-3042396529587262209?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3042396529587262209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=3042396529587262209&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3042396529587262209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3042396529587262209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/que-bom.html' title='que bom...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TLHkrKsUGnI/AAAAAAAACC4/BYvNG2EG-3M/s72-c/COLADO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-1005609214632005271</id><published>2010-10-06T05:10:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:13:28.142-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sem intervalos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TKw4z__5DmI/AAAAAAAACCw/IWcIJBoyS78/s1600/me+acha.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 559px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524853308880653922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TKw4z__5DmI/AAAAAAAACCw/IWcIJBoyS78/s400/me+acha.2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TKw39Hg0ckI/AAAAAAAACCo/eeV-fMbZYw8/s1600/me+acha..1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TKwvamL0gQI/AAAAAAAACCg/1Hvtn7axb2o/s1600/me+acha....jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Não quero intervalos dentro do teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo nos suores que o gozo deixa .&lt;br /&gt;em impulsos mais leves,&lt;br /&gt;em movimentos mais calmos,&lt;br /&gt;compassados.&lt;br /&gt;como dançando uma música lenta&lt;br /&gt;num baile de sensações.&lt;br /&gt;mas não saio de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;renasço e revivo , sem precisar morrer&lt;br /&gt;Na intensidade&lt;br /&gt;das peles que se roçam&lt;br /&gt;na contração que teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;aperta e envolve o meu&lt;br /&gt;que reaje, pulsa e quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Os gemidos conversam sussurrando,&lt;br /&gt;a respiração aumenta,&lt;br /&gt;retornam impulsos mais fortes .&lt;br /&gt;Então, outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;sem sair de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Não sou intervalos dentro do teu corpo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-1005609214632005271?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1005609214632005271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=1005609214632005271&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1005609214632005271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1005609214632005271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/sem-intervalos.html' title='sem intervalos...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TKw4z__5DmI/AAAAAAAACCw/IWcIJBoyS78/s72-c/me+acha.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4296253292716587267</id><published>2010-10-01T04:23:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T06:08:10.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TKWOCaVSRkI/AAAAAAAACCQ/d2P_wkoHKOM/s1600/tumblr_l2kmzeEjOP1qatn9jo1_400_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 473px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522976690119263810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TKWOCaVSRkI/AAAAAAAACCQ/d2P_wkoHKOM/s400/tumblr_l2kmzeEjOP1qatn9jo1_400_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;voce só de calcinha se apertava em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;falava bobagem, dizendo coisas de querer fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Abria minha roupa,&lt;br /&gt;sentia todo o desejo em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;e sorria feito menina assanhada&lt;br /&gt;brincando de brincar verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;e num ir e vir, louco de querer fazer mais.&lt;br /&gt;lambia minha excitação.&lt;br /&gt;Fazia da minha pele, desejos e sabores.&lt;br /&gt;da minha carne, prazeres e pecados.&lt;br /&gt;e engolia sem pudores e preconceitos&lt;br /&gt;todo meu gemido mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;depois me tirava a roupa&lt;br /&gt;se deitava&lt;br /&gt;sempre querendo muito&lt;br /&gt;sempre pedindo mais&lt;br /&gt;tocava meu corpo ansiosa&lt;br /&gt;e como se fosse uma brincadeira de fazer amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorrindo, dizia baixinho&lt;br /&gt;--vem, vem mais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4296253292716587267?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4296253292716587267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=4296253292716587267&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4296253292716587267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4296253292716587267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/vem.html' title='vem...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TKWOCaVSRkI/AAAAAAAACCQ/d2P_wkoHKOM/s72-c/tumblr_l2kmzeEjOP1qatn9jo1_400_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4785511770448786924</id><published>2010-09-28T05:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T06:05:20.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'>assim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TKGsuykBZXI/AAAAAAAACCA/ezpiBSmbnFo/s1600/22114157_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 565px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521884537979757938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TKGsuykBZXI/AAAAAAAACCA/ezpiBSmbnFo/s400/22114157_p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;te fazer sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Desvendar teu ponto de ebulição,&lt;br /&gt;e te fazer ferver&lt;br /&gt;tocar teu ponto pedido,&lt;br /&gt;tenso,&lt;br /&gt;teso,&lt;br /&gt;rijo&lt;br /&gt;rubro&lt;br /&gt;teu gosto&lt;br /&gt;vermelho&lt;br /&gt;teu gosto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;molhado&lt;br /&gt;teu ponto desejo,&lt;br /&gt;teu ponto melhor,&lt;br /&gt;teu ponto mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fazer nos teus gemidos ,&lt;br /&gt;insanidades,&lt;br /&gt;dos teus suores&lt;br /&gt;intensidades.&lt;br /&gt;e  dentro do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;ser teu momento certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me somar em ti.&lt;br /&gt;me multiplicar por ti.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4785511770448786924?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4785511770448786924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=4785511770448786924&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4785511770448786924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4785511770448786924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/assim.html' title='assim.'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TKGsuykBZXI/AAAAAAAACCA/ezpiBSmbnFo/s72-c/22114157_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-216231558376308863</id><published>2010-09-25T05:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T05:56:27.475-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;eu sou naturalmente a sensação que sinto. A sensação que transmito. Sem mordaças,sem máscaras, sem artifícios. Vivo em função de minha satisfação, de meus desejos e vontades. De fazer o bem. Mesmo com a certeza de quanto mal já fiz. Vivo a vida. Com amor. Como as certezas que penso ter. As vezes doces e ilusórias certezas, planando ao sabor libidinoso do vento. Que a leva sem obstáculos, sem negativas, até simplesmente se acabar, se autoconsumir. Vivo nas nuvens da vida, do amor, das ilusões. Mas por outro lado.Vivo meu temperamento felino. Nos meandros da inconsequencia, sem ser bobo, ou inocente, ou quem sabe, fingindo ser, até o resultado final conseguido. Sou o que quero. Sou o que sou, sou o que quero ser, em total cumplicidade com minhas intuições. Vou até onde meu instinto diz sim. Vivo de mãos dadas entre meu Eu de emoções, com meu Eu racional, que me regula, que me soma e subtrai , sempre nas minhas perfeitas faculdades. E nessa balança em mim eu vivo, com a plena consciencia da felicidade que procuro, que almejo. Que quero mais. Sem nunca precisar fugir de mim. Num fugir inconsciente, inconsistente, e medroso. Tudo que faço é profundamente consciente, até nas saídas, não fugas, até nas inverdades. Não sou um mistério, mas tambem não sou figurinha fácil. Sou dentro do possivel, apenas eu. Vivo de amores. Sem morrer de amor por ninguem. Logicamente por não me interessar morrer. Seja lá de que modo for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-216231558376308863?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/216231558376308863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=216231558376308863&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/216231558376308863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/216231558376308863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu_25.html' title='Eu??'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5191595761120709484</id><published>2010-09-22T05:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:29:24.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TJnFxAF2LaI/AAAAAAAACBo/rpb31_vBs8g/s1600/Adri.+PoA+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 525px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 469px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519660263948037538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TJnFxAF2LaI/AAAAAAAACBo/rpb31_vBs8g/s400/Adri.+PoA+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Em minhas palavras&lt;br /&gt;o sussurro louco que te excita.&lt;br /&gt;No meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;o roçar que busca&lt;br /&gt;o compasso febril do teu desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca&lt;br /&gt;que aspira teus segredos,&lt;br /&gt;suga teus enredos e sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Anestesia as trilhas&lt;br /&gt;que minha lingua&lt;br /&gt;percorre.&lt;br /&gt;Acordando em ti&lt;br /&gt;em despudor,&lt;br /&gt;teus pensamentos mais vulgares,&lt;br /&gt;tuas mais loucas&lt;br /&gt;e inconfessas fantasias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cúmplices em nosso segredo&lt;br /&gt;deslizamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;nos suores dessa mistura em nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5191595761120709484?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5191595761120709484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5191595761120709484&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5191595761120709484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5191595761120709484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/nos.html' title='nós...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TJnFxAF2LaI/AAAAAAAACBo/rpb31_vBs8g/s72-c/Adri.+PoA+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-698720809397852761</id><published>2010-09-17T19:21:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:57:31.658-03:00</updated><title type='text'>simples palavras soltas pra se dizer paixão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TJPrx9EkYsI/AAAAAAAACBY/PYbtSYd0bWY/s1600/2010+RJ+MB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518013211898831554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TJPrx9EkYsI/AAAAAAAACBY/PYbtSYd0bWY/s400/2010+RJ+MB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...o contato da pele, os suores , os lábios, o beijo na boca, o beijo no corpo. A lingua correndo arrepios, o contato de dedos, a excitação, a expectativa, o despudor, o corpo aberto,a nudez, a visão, a umidade. Um sorriso nervoso. O toque, o roçar do corpo. O corpo que endurece, o corpo que molha. Os gemidos. O corpo que entra, o que se deixa entrar, a frente e o verso, o que se mexe e se vira, o que explode , o que recebe. O gosto ácido, o gosto bom. Espasmos, tremores, a boca que chupa, as bocas que chupam. o aperto nos seios, a mordida de leve, os dedos que correm mais fortes, as pernas que tremem, espasmos, a mistura , o entrelace, o coração disparando, os gemidos, o impudor, a saliva, o cheiro, o prazer, a cama, o chão, em pé, deitado, de joelhos, um corpo pra lá, outro pra cá.. ...e mais , muito mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt; sexo com amor é premio, o resto é consolação....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-698720809397852761?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/698720809397852761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=698720809397852761&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/698720809397852761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/698720809397852761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/sinonimo-de-paixao-e-texto.html' title='simples palavras soltas pra se dizer paixão...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TJPrx9EkYsI/AAAAAAAACBY/PYbtSYd0bWY/s72-c/2010+RJ+MB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8623260331571389043</id><published>2010-09-13T13:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:46:28.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'>encruzilhada do teu corpo  !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TI5VE1_238I/AAAAAAAACBI/FuzrhodkQ0A/s1600/2008+RS++Ana+X++MB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 536px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 517px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516440135278190530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TI5VE1_238I/AAAAAAAACBI/FuzrhodkQ0A/s400/2008+RS++Ana+X++MB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;percorre em minha pele&lt;br /&gt;ainda latente&lt;br /&gt;teus suores&lt;br /&gt;teu gosto&lt;br /&gt;teu gozo.&lt;br /&gt;teu cheiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sensações&lt;br /&gt;do triangulo lúdico&lt;br /&gt;do teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encruzilhada das minhas oferendas,&lt;br /&gt;aflição dos meus pecados.&lt;br /&gt;a posse em despudor das minhas fraquezas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8623260331571389043?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8623260331571389043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8623260331571389043&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-3374128437876740189</id><published>2010-09-09T20:05:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:55:03.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tudo que se quer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TrePoXklEk8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TrePoXklEk8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="560" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Existem horas e momentos, que tudo está tão longe, está tão perto do nunca, que o coração reclama, se entristece, sem entender porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-3374128437876740189?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3374128437876740189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=3374128437876740189&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3374128437876740189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3374128437876740189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/tudo-que-se-quer.html' title='tudo que se quer...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8555329856982908459</id><published>2010-09-06T16:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:42:29.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TIVDvh7BmmI/AAAAAAAACA4/avhvhL5usJs/s1600/AAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 559px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 524px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513887802623892066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TIVDvh7BmmI/AAAAAAAACA4/avhvhL5usJs/s400/AAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Te quero em prazeres, delírios, despudores&lt;br /&gt;Te Amo com a volúpia de um momento único&lt;br /&gt;marco teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;arranho tua pele&lt;br /&gt;sugo teus pudores&lt;br /&gt;gozo teus prazeres&lt;br /&gt;sem pensar no amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Te Amo como se fosse a única, a última,&lt;br /&gt;a derradeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;Só sei te amar assim ,&lt;br /&gt;sempre....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8555329856982908459?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TIVDvh7BmmI/AAAAAAAACA4/avhvhL5usJs/s72-c/AAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-6603899397646893015</id><published>2010-09-03T15:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T15:09:32.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>essa noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TIE4kpY1mcI/AAAAAAAACAw/VMzaWWUp01Q/s1600/2009+MB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 545px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512749621114673602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TIE4kpY1mcI/AAAAAAAACAw/VMzaWWUp01Q/s400/2009+MB.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;quero te despir aos poucos,&lt;br /&gt;sem pressa.&lt;br /&gt;quero te sentir em detalhes,&lt;br /&gt;te tocar&lt;br /&gt;correr minhas mãos em ti,&lt;br /&gt;como te moldando,&lt;br /&gt;te sentir molhar.&lt;br /&gt;te arrepiar a pele&lt;br /&gt;de fazer desejos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite&lt;br /&gt;eu quero o teu tempo todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-6603899397646893015?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6603899397646893015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=6603899397646893015&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6603899397646893015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6603899397646893015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/essa-noite.html' title='essa noite...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TIE4kpY1mcI/AAAAAAAACAw/VMzaWWUp01Q/s72-c/2009+MB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4911311786656687195</id><published>2010-08-29T13:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:08:05.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'>quase um poema para uma noite de amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/THqJRimKqkI/AAAAAAAACAo/MUhE2ks24-s/s1600/passione+Mau++x++elena+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 558px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 490px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510868028478892610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/THqJRimKqkI/AAAAAAAACAo/MUhE2ks24-s/s400/passione+Mau++x++elena+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...no inicio&lt;br /&gt;fechou os olhos&lt;br /&gt;e tremendo,&lt;br /&gt;gemeu ao se sentir entrar&lt;br /&gt;e fez amor.&lt;br /&gt;amou com força,&lt;br /&gt;amou o roçar da pele, o galope do desejo&lt;br /&gt;amou a ponta dos dedos e a profundidade no corpo&lt;br /&gt;o latejar da carne na carne.&lt;br /&gt;os cheiros, o compasso alucinado&lt;br /&gt;as sensações de saliva, veias e pelos,&lt;br /&gt;arrepios e suores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E num momento de despudor, fantasia e prazer&lt;br /&gt;buscou com a mão, o encaixe,&lt;br /&gt;na mistura de nossos corpos&lt;br /&gt;e com fome de emoções&lt;br /&gt;se acariciou como em transe,&lt;br /&gt;levou os dedos enxarcados&lt;br /&gt;à lingua,&lt;br /&gt;pra sentir nosso gosto,&lt;br /&gt;e gozou.&lt;br /&gt;Gozou como nunca tinha gozado antes&lt;br /&gt;e gemendo, se apertou  em mim,&lt;br /&gt;sedenta me beijou a boca,&lt;br /&gt;continuou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;e quis mais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4911311786656687195?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4911311786656687195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=4911311786656687195&amp;isPopup=true' title='51 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4911311786656687195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4911311786656687195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/poema-para-uma-noite-de-amor.html' title='quase um poema para uma noite de amor...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/THqJRimKqkI/AAAAAAAACAo/MUhE2ks24-s/s72-c/passione+Mau++x++elena+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5395577393785313157</id><published>2010-08-28T04:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:44:13.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/THi7sen7CTI/AAAAAAAAB_M/d8KRkGy4uEo/s1600/bom,+muito+bom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 530px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 436px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510360516896950578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/THi7sen7CTI/AAAAAAAAB_M/d8KRkGy4uEo/s400/bom,+muito+bom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lingua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;em meu corpo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tua boca me busca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me morde, me lambe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me sente, e me engole e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nos teus gemidos e tremores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me empurro para dentro do teu prazer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5395577393785313157?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5395577393785313157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5395577393785313157&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5395577393785313157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5395577393785313157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/sim.html' title='sim...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/THi7sen7CTI/AAAAAAAAB_M/d8KRkGy4uEo/s72-c/bom,+muito+bom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-1722251454960359774</id><published>2010-08-24T05:27:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:06:01.218-03:00</updated><title type='text'>não pare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/THOLR_UGGaI/AAAAAAAAB-0/ZfKlGwGti18/s1600/Lucia+depois+de+fazer+amor.+2009+MBersani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 559px; height: 373px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/THOLR_UGGaI/AAAAAAAAB-0/ZfKlGwGti18/s400/Lucia+depois+de+fazer+amor.+2009+MBersani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508899910374005154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ela dizendo baixinho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;por favor não pare, não pare, não deixe acabar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suas unhas riscavam minha pele,&lt;br /&gt;como garras de leoa faminta,&lt;br /&gt;prendendo em seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;a presa favorita,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mais, mais, assim, não pare, assim.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seu rosto suava, seu corpo tremia, se deixava.&lt;br /&gt;Se mexia cada vez mais rapido,&lt;br /&gt;sem compasso certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu quero, eu quero. assim, mais, mais, vai, vai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seus dentes tricavam seus lábios. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sua mão puxava o lençol, descontrole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais forte, mais forte, mais, mais....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seus seios firmes , rijos se roçando em meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;com gosto, com vontade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não, não, sim, ai assim ,não....a...ai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu corpo tremia, chorava e sorria.&lt;br /&gt;A boca procurava meu pescoço.&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos fechavam e abriam, como não vendo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;isso,isso, assim, mais. Mais, mais, sim, sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gemidos, espasmos, tremores, uivos de femea&lt;br /&gt;as mãos escorregam de leve do meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Relaxa.&lt;br /&gt;Seu sexo me prende, me cola, eu continuo&lt;br /&gt;De repente um silencio, a respiração mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;No seu rosto suado, um sorriso.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-1722251454960359774?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1722251454960359774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=1722251454960359774&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1722251454960359774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1722251454960359774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-pare.html' title='não pare...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/THOLR_UGGaI/AAAAAAAAB-0/ZfKlGwGti18/s72-c/Lucia+depois+de+fazer+amor.+2009+MBersani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-6463678970608305369</id><published>2010-08-20T19:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:15:56.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'>enfim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TG7-nNhcdiI/AAAAAAAAB-U/-9sEIwi9EpY/s1600/Julia+2009a+Rio+(MBers).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 541px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 576px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507619343918986786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TG7-nNhcdiI/AAAAAAAAB-U/-9sEIwi9EpY/s400/Julia+2009a+Rio+(MBers).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...enfim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chega a nossa noite.&lt;br /&gt;e voce aqui &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;agora,&lt;br /&gt;ao meu lado, tremendo&lt;br /&gt;tirando a roupa&lt;br /&gt;se abraçando em mim.&lt;br /&gt;vou te beijar,&lt;br /&gt;como voce sempre quis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te morder,&lt;br /&gt;acariciar teus seios,&lt;br /&gt;te apertar .&lt;br /&gt;Passar a lingua, entre tuas coxas&lt;br /&gt;como pra sentir teu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;te deixar sentir meu peso, meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Entrar em ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e te fazer querer,&lt;br /&gt;te deixar gemer&lt;br /&gt;te sentir gozar !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-6463678970608305369?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6463678970608305369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=6463678970608305369&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6463678970608305369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/6463678970608305369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/enfim.html' title='enfim...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TG7-nNhcdiI/AAAAAAAAB-U/-9sEIwi9EpY/s72-c/Julia+2009a+Rio+(MBers).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-404465378627824353</id><published>2010-08-17T06:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:20:00.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>outra vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TGpUkOv6gEI/AAAAAAAAB-M/10x3YGDxh8g/s1600/mau+e+lau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 468px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506306475824939074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TGpUkOv6gEI/AAAAAAAAB-M/10x3YGDxh8g/s400/mau+e+lau.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;- fazer o que? se te quero mais...&lt;br /&gt;Dito isto, rodei para debaixo dela.&lt;br /&gt;Reparei que os seus mamilos se tinham distendido&lt;br /&gt;e estavam em paz, relaxados...&lt;br /&gt;Observei-os. Resolvi beijá-los mais uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;juntando os seios, depois a percorri com meus lábios e minha mão .&lt;br /&gt;A senti ainda úmida, sua pele quente.&lt;br /&gt;Senti minha excitação aumentar de novo, e fiz com que ela a sentisse .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;encostando mais, empurrando um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;--outra vez ? perguntou ela sorrindo, mexendo-se impudicamente&lt;br /&gt;sobre mim, procurando-me.&lt;br /&gt;--Sim, respondi.....mais uma vez, outra vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-404465378627824353?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/404465378627824353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=404465378627824353&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/404465378627824353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/404465378627824353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/outra-vez.html' title='outra vez...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TGpUkOv6gEI/AAAAAAAAB-M/10x3YGDxh8g/s72-c/mau+e+lau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4576763296191498700</id><published>2010-08-15T13:28:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T13:43:03.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vontade de postar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TGgXB0_XUZI/AAAAAAAAB98/UKcyu33z7_I/s1600/leblon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505675864632152466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TGgXB0_XUZI/AAAAAAAAB98/UKcyu33z7_I/s400/leblon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sempre que estou fora do Rio, bate uma sessão nostalgia na minha alma, meus olhos sentem falta de meus dias e noites, do sair e chegar em casa....então deu vontade de postar, esse pedacinho do meu Rio de Janeiro .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Aqui é o Leblon, a pontinha de cima do Arpoador, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;do Ipanema,&lt;br /&gt;nasci aqui, vivi aqui, vou morrer&lt;br /&gt;por aqui. Esse ar, esse mar, essa areia, esse sol,&lt;br /&gt;essa lua. O nascer ou o por do sol. O vento que&lt;br /&gt;corre pela varanda, o cheiro de mar, a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;de ser, de viver. A beleza, e a alegria de estar aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou simplesmente o fruto disso tudo. Livre, leve, solto e feliz&lt;br /&gt;Com a sensibilidade de viver a vida, pelo lado bom. O lado que a vida dá de melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;clique na foto, só pra ver melhor, e compartilhar&lt;br /&gt;o dia a dia que meus olhos desfrutam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4576763296191498700?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4576763296191498700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=4576763296191498700&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4576763296191498700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4576763296191498700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/vontade-de-postar.html' title='vontade de postar'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TGgXB0_XUZI/AAAAAAAAB98/UKcyu33z7_I/s72-c/leblon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-3533051451539805390</id><published>2010-08-13T22:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:51:15.028-03:00</updated><title type='text'>em ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TGX2PRJ6ptI/AAAAAAAAB90/SW4hL1fG7Ps/s1600/lefort15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 583px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505076861693765330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TGX2PRJ6ptI/AAAAAAAAB90/SW4hL1fG7Ps/s400/lefort15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não simplesmente sonhar ,&lt;br /&gt;ou apenas imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;quero teu tempo&lt;br /&gt;e teu espaço&lt;br /&gt;teu gosto&lt;br /&gt;teu som&lt;br /&gt;teu sentir&lt;br /&gt;teu palpitar.&lt;br /&gt;Me quero em ti&lt;br /&gt;inteiramente em ti&lt;br /&gt;profundamente em ti...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-3533051451539805390?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3533051451539805390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=3533051451539805390&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3533051451539805390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3533051451539805390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/em-ti.html' title='em ti...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TGX2PRJ6ptI/AAAAAAAAB90/SW4hL1fG7Ps/s72-c/lefort15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-5025204651277529371</id><published>2010-08-11T06:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T06:40:07.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paragrafos III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...vivo hoje , o conjunto de todos os meus ontens intensamente vividos, Sou hoje simplesmente o resumo de mim, em pura sintonia com minhas convicções , minhas certezas. Sem traumas, sem falsas perspectivas, sem sonhos inalcançaveis. Me alcanço, e me alço. Não num vôo espantado, com medo de quedas. mas sabendo planar com convicção. Não uma incoerencia mas uma consciencia. Sei de mim, me conheço, sei quem sou. Tão dificil pra tantos, que tentam ser tantos, que acabam não sendo nenhum. Vivo em minha plenitude, longe dos lexotans obrigatorios, que escondem rancor e angústia, por tras de falsos sorrisos.. Quem me lê, não tem meu rosto, e me conhece , sabe quem sou, o que sou. Conhece a essencia , o âmago. É como se me visse, sabe de mim. Sou uma imaginação, que cada um expõe pra si mesmo, do modo que me desejam ter, ou ser. Posso pra muitos nada dizer, e pra tantos, muito. Sou um isso acumulado, moldado, lapidado pela vida, onde nada foi em vão. Aprendi a hora do morder ou beijar, o momento do sim ou do não, querendo sempre ir mais longe, e indo. Sou o que escrevo sou simplesmente apenas eu, o nú de mim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-5025204651277529371?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5025204651277529371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=5025204651277529371&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5025204651277529371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/5025204651277529371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/paragrafos-iii.html' title='Paragrafos III'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-2430024501398101717</id><published>2010-08-09T06:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T06:13:55.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>gotas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TF_F1-bX3JI/AAAAAAAAB9s/NQ-i-WgZyq4/s1600/e4Ng8qidCp98lokjsfe0U7Hdo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 565px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503334800751582354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TF_F1-bX3JI/AAAAAAAAB9s/NQ-i-WgZyq4/s400/e4Ng8qidCp98lokjsfe0U7Hdo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as sensações do teu corpo !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teu gosto, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teu gozo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teu mar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mar que se forma nas gotas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dos desejos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que me suam, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e te enxarcam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-2430024501398101717?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2430024501398101717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=2430024501398101717&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2430024501398101717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/2430024501398101717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/gotas.html' title='gotas...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TF_F1-bX3JI/AAAAAAAAB9s/NQ-i-WgZyq4/s72-c/e4Ng8qidCp98lokjsfe0U7Hdo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-3486240575637112849</id><published>2010-08-06T06:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T06:31:12.509-03:00</updated><title type='text'>assim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TFvWS0DrYwI/AAAAAAAAB9M/Aak3sEWYUdA/s1600/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 556px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502226988463252226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TFvWS0DrYwI/AAAAAAAAB9M/Aak3sEWYUdA/s400/000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...de verdade mesmo, só se ama apaixonadamente assim: longo, completo e dentro. Há de se ter intensidade no louco ir e vir nas partes mais vastas e mais fundas da mulher, e no roçar impudico de todas as sensações da superficie, com o atrito sem pudor de todas as sensações da pele....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-3486240575637112849?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3486240575637112849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=3486240575637112849&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3486240575637112849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/3486240575637112849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/assim_06.html' title='assim.'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TFvWS0DrYwI/AAAAAAAAB9M/Aak3sEWYUdA/s72-c/000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4631427592358141269</id><published>2010-08-03T05:35:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:04:16.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TFfV0tzmWCI/AAAAAAAAB84/wiljYv-E07s/s1600/2004_01_-053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 533px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501100571482282018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TFfV0tzmWCI/AAAAAAAAB84/wiljYv-E07s/s400/2004_01_-053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;tenha-me com todo o desejo ,&lt;br /&gt;e com o desejo todo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;que tua boca procura.&lt;br /&gt;Se deixe lasciva, nua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Faminta&lt;br /&gt;E com tua lingua molhada,&lt;br /&gt;me explore,&lt;br /&gt;me sinta, sem pudor.&lt;br /&gt;me escorre, e me lambe,&lt;br /&gt;sorria , chore e sugue&lt;br /&gt;reze por este despudor,&lt;br /&gt;no pecado da tua vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Faça dos teus gemidos, ecos&lt;br /&gt;e os meus , provoque.&lt;br /&gt;e numa explosão de sensações,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;luz e sons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sinta meu gosto...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4631427592358141269?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4631427592358141269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=4631427592358141269&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4631427592358141269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/4631427592358141269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/tenha-me-com-todo-o-desejo-que-o-desejo.html' title='mouth'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TFfV0tzmWCI/AAAAAAAAB84/wiljYv-E07s/s72-c/2004_01_-053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8694757049606726830</id><published>2010-07-30T04:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:27:13.662-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mão molhada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TFKFaA7k65I/AAAAAAAAB8g/7HAc4aQledE/s1600/MB+e+sil+set+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 564px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 422px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499604776945773458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TFKFaA7k65I/AAAAAAAAB8g/7HAc4aQledE/s400/MB+e+sil+set+2007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...e nas fronteiras da pele&lt;br /&gt;teus lábios me sugam&lt;br /&gt;deixando marcas pelos caminhos do corpo,&lt;br /&gt;tua mão, instrumento e prazer.&lt;br /&gt;me busca e encontra&lt;br /&gt;se fecha em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Em despudor&lt;br /&gt;me endurece e pulsa.&lt;br /&gt;mexe&lt;br /&gt;aperta e dança,&lt;br /&gt;e me explode em gozo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemes então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;a mão molhada que colam teus dedos,&lt;br /&gt;provocando a maré alta que transborda em prazeres,&lt;br /&gt;o desejo em óleo no teu corpo...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8694757049606726830?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8694757049606726830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8694757049606726830&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8694757049606726830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8694757049606726830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_30.html' title='mão molhada.'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TFKFaA7k65I/AAAAAAAAB8g/7HAc4aQledE/s72-c/MB+e+sil+set+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8848139548009640717</id><published>2010-07-26T05:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T06:04:19.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a viagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TE1J-K3xk5I/AAAAAAAAB7o/DxizCUOHVvI/s1600/1864296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 529px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498132052508251026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TE1J-K3xk5I/AAAAAAAAB7o/DxizCUOHVvI/s400/1864296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tênue é a distancia&lt;br /&gt;no estreito espaço ,&lt;br /&gt;entre nossos suores e o reflexo do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;corpos,&lt;br /&gt;entranhados em sensações.&lt;br /&gt;Emaranhados em si.&lt;br /&gt;Em equilibrio instintivo, selvagem.&lt;br /&gt;nos espasmos incontroláveis,&lt;br /&gt;onde palavras&lt;br /&gt;são gritos e sussurros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cavalgo.&lt;br /&gt;sem pudor, lascivo, louco, irracional .&lt;br /&gt;encaixo-me no profundo profano do teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;que pede, quer mais....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;e continuo a viagem .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8848139548009640717?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8848139548009640717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8848139548009640717&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8848139548009640717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8848139548009640717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/viagem.html' title='a viagem...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TE1J-K3xk5I/AAAAAAAAB7o/DxizCUOHVvI/s72-c/1864296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-8724316989376948404</id><published>2010-07-23T05:44:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T05:59:03.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O preço.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yHldMaLzG0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl= pt-br&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yHldMaLzG0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl= pt-br&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;;;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fazem 20 anos, o tempo passou, voou, fugiu....Uma historia de amor, uma paixão intensamente vivida, imensamente vivida. uma eternidade de 5 meses. Um tempo que valeu a pena . Uma história, que não morreu numa saudade doída , mas continuou vivendo numa lembrança saudavel. Foi como um filme, sem mocinhos ou bandidos, sem heróis ou vilões. Um filme que não acabou, mas apenas mudou o enredo, mudaram os artistas. Ficou a consciencia de uma certeza quea vida é assim. Não é feita para se machucar, nem para lamentos. A vida é feita pra viver e deixar viver. Sorrir das lembranças e não chorar de saudades. Em janeiro de 2000 voltei a Paris, fiquei 18 dias. A reencontrei , sorrimos, corremos a beira do Sena, andamos por Montmartre, ficamos andando nas madrugadas, os mesmos bares, os mesmos hoteis, faziamos amor sempre que podiamos (e podiamos sempre), refizemos tudo do que tinhamos feito qdo chegamos à 1a vez em Paris. Foi só uma continuidade, com um lapso de de tempo de 10 anos. Mas a vida segue. No último dia, qdo sai de Paris, antes de voltar ao Brasil surge Eloise no aeroporto de mãos dadas com um belo menino, cabelos bem finos, quase louro, um olho azul esverdeado (uma mistura de céu e mar como ela dizia) sorriso lindo, sincero, veio encarando como se me conhecesse. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;- Ele faz dez anos em Agosto...diz ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;-dez anos! repito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;-olha filho esse é o amigo da mãe que eu sempre falo com voce.. Ele veio do Brasil e o nome dele é Maurizio, igualzinho ao seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O auto falante me chama para embarcar, pego o menino no colo. Um abraço apertado, um beijo ele brinca com meu cabelo. O coloco no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;-Voce já vai embora? pergunta ele, sem saber que eu já tinha ido embora há dez anos atras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;-Sim tenho que ir embora...de novo. respondi. Olhei para ela , os olhos azuis de Eloise não me olharam, apenas sua mão apertava forte a minha...Naquele momento 10 anos passaram pela minha cabeça.como um filme...A historia se repetiu. E a vida continuou e continua...Mas tudo isso tem um preço...alto às vezes , e é preciso pagar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-8724316989376948404?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8724316989376948404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=8724316989376948404&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8724316989376948404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/8724316989376948404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='O preço.'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-524061153934371028</id><published>2010-07-20T07:51:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:08:48.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>urgencias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TEXJ6_KH_gI/AAAAAAAAB7g/mC35IiLe1cc/s1600/0001Laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TEXJ6_KH_gI/AAAAAAAAB7g/mC35IiLe1cc/s400/0001Laura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496020935499054594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TEWAIo7hZcI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/XgOvL0S3eSc/s1600/2005+mb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;me envolva&lt;br /&gt;no caminho da tua procura,&lt;br /&gt;me esconda&lt;br /&gt;no teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Me engula.&lt;br /&gt;Me prenda&lt;br /&gt;entre as pernas na urgencia do teu corpo nú.&lt;br /&gt;Se ajoelhe entre meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;como para rezar pelo pecado do teu delirio.&lt;br /&gt;sinta meu gosto&lt;br /&gt;me puxe para o fundo dos teus desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Se aperte, se mexa, se deixe ,&lt;br /&gt;sem repressões, sem ressalvas.&lt;br /&gt;sinta nos teus espasmos&lt;br /&gt;o espoucar do meu prazer.&lt;br /&gt;No retesar do meu corpo, o tremor incontido do teu.&lt;br /&gt;se perca nos teus murmúrios.&lt;br /&gt;se ache em meus gemidos.....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TEXJ6_KH_gI/AAAAAAAAB7g/mC35IiLe1cc/s72-c/0001Laura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-4472947752366640258</id><published>2010-07-17T04:20:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T06:16:01.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'>no teu corpo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TEFafqHTGvI/AAAAAAAAB7A/8u80eCA04mc/s1600/Adri+2008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 560px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494772520296061682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TEFafqHTGvI/AAAAAAAAB7A/8u80eCA04mc/s400/Adri+2008.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;num roçar espalhafatoso,&lt;br /&gt;deslizo no vermelho de teu corpo ,&lt;br /&gt;quente, exposto, molhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrepiado pelos dedos passados.&lt;br /&gt;Em anseios por qualquer coisa de lingua.&lt;br /&gt;indecente em qualquer espaço de pele,&lt;br /&gt;dançar minha boca no teu gemido,&lt;br /&gt;intumescido na fricção&lt;br /&gt;do desejo que pede,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;num ir e vir de corpo dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir escorrer,&lt;br /&gt;pelas pernas de ávidos suores,&lt;br /&gt;teu prazer&lt;br /&gt;urgente, latente&lt;br /&gt;Que se multiplica e fica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;E se deixa em nós...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-4472947752366640258?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TEFafqHTGvI/AAAAAAAAB7A/8u80eCA04mc/s72-c/Adri+2008.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-7015659112792616085</id><published>2010-07-15T05:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:54:53.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>um versinho de amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TD7Lmrzu1zI/AAAAAAAAB64/Q5wDJ0pxh0k/s1600/Piu+ti+penso+piu+mi+innamoro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 437px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494052460893755186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TD7Lmrzu1zI/AAAAAAAAB64/Q5wDJ0pxh0k/s400/Piu+ti+penso+piu+mi+innamoro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;ela chega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;como se nunca tivesse saido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;abraça meu desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Beija a boca do meu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;como se fosse beijo de despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;num enredo de filme bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;se enrosca no meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;se molha...de se arrepiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;e sorri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;sorri feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;como o sorriso de felicidade do sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;que se roçando no horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;adormece o dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;fazendo a noite nascer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TD7Lmrzu1zI/AAAAAAAAB64/Q5wDJ0pxh0k/s72-c/Piu+ti+penso+piu+mi+innamoro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-1080370119062157699</id><published>2010-07-13T06:23:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:39:13.014-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pode entrar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TDwyccyNWgI/AAAAAAAAB6w/j2CBTEwd-6w/s1600/mulher-transparente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493321109829671426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TDwyccyNWgI/AAAAAAAAB6w/j2CBTEwd-6w/s400/mulher-transparente.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Voce um dia achou que felicidade era tudo aquilo que te prometiam, tudo aquilo o que te diziam. Tudo aquilo que te contavam...Mas não, felicidade não vem assim . Felicidade não se combina. Não se impõe ser feliz. não é assim, eu tentei avisar, te mostrar caminhos....Felicidade não se promete,a felicidade não se pede, ela simplesmente aparece, e voce nem nota. Vem qdo menos se espera ....e de repente se é feliz ! Agora o tempo passou, e voce aqui em minha porta....chorando. sem historia, sem sorrisos, sem amores. Pode entrar, pode chorar todas as tuas tristezas. desabafar todas as tuas dores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te escuto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voce foi buscar o que achava teu, não achou. Mas a vida continua. Tomara que aprenda agora..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas pode entrar. Entra com essa tua tristeza, a porta está aberta. Pode deitar na cama, eu me ajeito por aqui ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ou como disse o poeta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" eu não te darei carinho nem afeto, mas pra te abrigar, podes ocupar meu teto, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e pra te alimentar, pode comer meu pão...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029539295977058319-1080370119062157699?l=meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1080370119062157699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029539295977058319&amp;postID=1080370119062157699&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1080370119062157699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029539295977058319/posts/default/1080370119062157699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusinstantesemeusmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/pode-entrar.html' title='pode entrar...'/><author><name>meus instantes e momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/SSipu4E5QHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pp2tsE_fIe8/s1600-R/Sozinho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nDJ9MurTjSk/TDwyccyNWgI/AAAAAAAAB6w/j2CBTEwd-6w/s72-c/mulher-transparente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry></feed>
