tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231831282011-10-23T22:14:34.460+01:00Os toques do nosso momento...De sabores a mar...De abraços no olhar...Perfumados de seda.Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.comBlogger3621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-69517423720836938972011-10-18T22:18:00.002+01:002011-10-18T22:43:09.041+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qedzNMzMHIM/Tp3rE_srvbI/AAAAAAAACQ0/InlgsZOAojU/s1600/loverTree+JIA+LU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qedzNMzMHIM/Tp3rE_srvbI/AAAAAAAACQ0/InlgsZOAojU/s1600/loverTree+JIA+LU.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Árvore de um mar...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Um Oceano calmo nascia</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Quando o tempo se esquecia</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">De guardar os gemidos</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Suspensos no lençol (ainda) quente.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Renovando a água da vida</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Ela, de pele perdida</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Cruzava os sete caminhos</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Do rio por desaguar...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">E à beira rio dos abraços</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Ouviram-se os firmes passos</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">De uma voz que murmurava:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Deixa-te ficar em mim...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Su@vissima</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6951742372083693897?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-82335202858754895632011-07-24T01:44:00.000+01:002011-07-24T01:44:41.879+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi8uwM9Kx9s/TitkLpXug0I/AAAAAAAACQM/p4I7q6ycj4Y/s1600/Carrie%2BGraber%2B%2528Sensous%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632705910203646786" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi8uwM9Kx9s/TitkLpXug0I/AAAAAAAACQM/p4I7q6ycj4Y/s400/Carrie%2BGraber%2B%2528Sensous%2529.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 350px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 233px;" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>O silêncio pecador</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Sabes que eu sei</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Que tens um fogo crescente</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Uma meta vigilante</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Um guardião feito gente</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>O desejo de abraçar</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>E navegar</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>No estuário do meu corpo.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"></span></b></o:p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Se fosse certa a hora</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Aberta em mar calmo ...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Pelas mãos generosas da mãe terra</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Entre o ontem e o amanhã...No agora!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>O dia aconteceria&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>No amanhecer que não partia.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Ouve-se uma carícia molhada</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Por gestos de seda</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Envolto no grito do teu silêncio</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Adormecido na madrugada</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Que ficou quieta à espera</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Sem te ver sorrir...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b> Sem te ver partir.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Su@vissima</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-8233520285875489563?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-49761966145822947292011-02-26T12:20:00.003Z2011-02-26T12:29:52.684Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/STR2xxrWp8I/AAAAAAAACDg/WpUeTenymB0/s1600-h/Jia+Lu-streaming_wind.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274971661078538178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/STR2xxrWp8I/AAAAAAAACDg/WpUeTenymB0/s400/Jia+Lu-streaming_wind.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Resquícios...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Para lá de ti</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Esconde-se o Verão</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Ceifa-se o conhecimento</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Adormecido na palma da mão</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>E resguarda-se o corpo</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>No desamor do pranto.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>De manhã até ao Norte</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>No cansaço do espanto</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Rasgam-se pedaços de sorte</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Nas paredes do dia, a desordem</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Pinta abraços em descida</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Tarde viva ao Sul de ontem.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Entre o teu Norte e Sul</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Está o meu (epi)centro</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>À bolina, pelo imenso azul.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-4976196614582294729?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-83144164999511760752010-11-09T00:10:00.000Z2010-11-09T01:15:57.493Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/TNidTWBr6nI/AAAAAAAACPw/Xwpsh7UR1vM/s1600/Al+Magnus+%28floating+nu%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/TNidTWBr6nI/AAAAAAAACPw/Xwpsh7UR1vM/s400/Al+Magnus+%28floating+nu%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537348697507752562" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Saudades desse mar...<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Entraste na minha vida</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />Vindo de uma terra distante</span> </span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">(E eu deixei-te ficar)<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Trazias uma asa dorida</span> </span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cansado de voo rasante<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Vestias saudades de mar.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Olhavas com mansa sedução</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">(E eu deixei-te ficar!)</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br />Trazias as mãos cheias</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">De sonhos por sonhar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">(E eu deixei-te ficar!)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Curaste as feridas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Mas esqueceste de voltar a sonhar</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />(E eu deixei-te partir!)</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">su@vissima</span> </div><br /><br /></div><br /><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-8314416499951176075?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-23562427277011918832010-05-27T17:45:00.005+01:002010-05-27T17:53:23.801+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/S_6h8tv2swI/AAAAAAAACPM/NyCCTvNtujA/s1600/beijando-te.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/S_6h8tv2swI/AAAAAAAACPM/NyCCTvNtujA/s400/beijando-te.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475992261373637378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Pelo tempo...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Helvetica; panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:536902279 -2147483648 8 0 511 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica; color:black; font-weight:bold;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style></div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Abre-se a porta...</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">A boca entra ao seu encontro</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Num leva e traz</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Faz e desfaz...</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ele dá-se e volta a tomá-la.</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">De boca colada</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vestindo os lábios dela</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Que de tão nua</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Provocadora se insinua</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ele toma-a e volta a dar-se.</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Morrem por se beijar</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lentamente...</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Na vontade maior de amar</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Totalmente</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">E renascem</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Beijando um Amor maior.</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lentamente</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">A boca dá-se e volta a tomá-lo</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Abre-se a porta...</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">su@vissima</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2356242727701191883?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-79292099946730510302010-03-08T12:33:00.005Z2010-03-08T12:55:55.156Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/S5TyGN3iMdI/AAAAAAAACO0/lX7AT8acIyo/s1600-h/Bezumniy+Ribnik+(woman).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446244038013497810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/S5TyGN3iMdI/AAAAAAAACO0/lX7AT8acIyo/s400/Bezumniy+Ribnik+(woman).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Ser...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Mulher em flor...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Uma cascata de sedução</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Que cresce no rio da tua mão.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Mulher em letras curvas de odor</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Que desagua no amarrotado leito</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Depois de acontecer Amor.<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Tu homem, és semente de prazer</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Que se ancora no peito</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Germinada em instinto de mulher.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>E quando o Sol me acontece à noite</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Ou a Lua me alimenta o dia...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Basta o mel do teu abraço</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Para me desenhar asas de fantasia.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>És tu que me fazes acordar</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Com este querer(-te)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Com a pele a marulhar</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Assim feminina, mais Mulher...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-7929209994673051030?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-25181624580722492972010-02-24T20:30:00.002Z2010-02-24T20:57:36.520Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SRLIwSJLRFI/AAAAAAAABls/G7k9_fTb3_A/s1600-h/mystery-6+Richard+Morrison.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265491646179132498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SRLIwSJLRFI/AAAAAAAABls/G7k9_fTb3_A/s400/mystery-6+Richard+Morrison.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>De ti...<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>A lua faz-se adormecida</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>No manto de neblina...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Deixando a noite vestida </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>De ti...<br /></strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Perdida entre o luar<br />Deixa-te recados de marear</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Escritos nas dunas da praia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Ali mesmo à beira (a)mar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>De ti...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Pediste-me a Lua</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>As estrelas...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>A constelação maior </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Pediste-me o corpo...a pele</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>A alma...o renascer...</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E eu só tinha para te oferecer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>O tudo de mim (quase nada)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E o meu amor por ti...</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2518162458072249297?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-78590955765706855772009-12-11T22:04:00.004Z2009-12-11T22:13:39.970Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SyLDai_c43I/AAAAAAAACOk/RTyfQTAobNE/s1600-h/Angela+Menandez+(so%C3%B1ando+historias).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414104562889712498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SyLDai_c43I/AAAAAAAACOk/RTyfQTAobNE/s400/Angela+Menandez+(so%C3%B1ando+historias).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong>Talvez me deixe...<br /><br /><br />Talvez eu viva dentro do verso<br />Ou talvez me escreva sem título<br />Índice ou conclusão.<br /><br />Talvez a voz viva dentro da razão<br />Ou talvez as veias se esqueçam<br />Do sangue, da emoção...<br />De viver no coração.<br /><br />Palavras presentes...<br />Urgentes!<br />Perdidas entre nadas...<br />Fechadas!<br /><br />Talvez eu descanse<br />Entre o partir e o ficar<br />Na tua pela quente<br />No teu abraço presente<br />Urgente...<br /><br />Talvez eu parta de mim<br />E me deixe ficar em ti!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="mailto:su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;">su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-7859095576570685577?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-24136501142623002122009-09-29T17:03:00.007+01:002009-09-29T17:13:03.139+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SsIwoX0czPI/AAAAAAAACOY/Z9tuB2B7Nms/s1600-h/Roberto+Palladini+(Marie).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386921574435441906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SsIwoX0czPI/AAAAAAAACOY/Z9tuB2B7Nms/s400/Roberto+Palladini+(Marie).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A um vadio...<br /><br /><br />Acorda...<br />Entre as gaivotas do areal<br />Ou as giestas de cor madura<br />E pelas águas de sabor a sal<br />Deixa-se adormecer.<br /><br /><br />Leve, deslizante e ousado<br />Cresce pelo dia, até ao fundo<br />Do corpo transpirado.<br /><br /><br />Em murmúrios pela pele<br />Vindima-se o silêncio<br />Feito licor de sabor a mel.<br /><br /><br />Vadio...<br />O Sol de Verão, voltou!<br />(Alguém disse que fugiu...)<br /><br /><br />Entre o Verão e o Outono<br />Entre a manhã e a noite<br />Deixa-se o tempo ao abandono<br />Perdido pelo Sol de Estio.</strong></span><br /><br /></span><a href="mailto:su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">su@vissima</span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2413650114262300212?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-66396330007781765432009-08-12T23:01:00.005+01:002009-08-12T23:15:17.134+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SoM8UtCz4YI/AAAAAAAACOI/Hb9_jpBFzQE/s1600-h/Antoine+de+Villiers+(Endure).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369201507142197634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SoM8UtCz4YI/AAAAAAAACOI/Hb9_jpBFzQE/s400/Antoine+de+Villiers+(Endure).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Um simples abraço...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Queria que os meus braços</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Te contassem histórias de Sol dourado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Que amadurece campo de girassóis</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Nunca antes semeado!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Como eu queria...simplesmente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>(desaguar na foz do teu rio?!)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Envolver o meu abraço no teu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>E a minha pele respirar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Dentro da fronteira do teu céu.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Tanto que eu queria...adormecer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>(desenhando viagens no teu corpo?!)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>E com as minhas mãos silenciosas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Deixar-me a aprender...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>O (desa)sossego dos teus lábios.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Queria...simplesmente!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6639633000778176543?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-33982984752793132772009-07-29T14:28:00.004+01:002010-04-02T01:57:19.348+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SnBPGxG0MrI/AAAAAAAACOA/ABoy-2J0o0U/s1600-h/Martin+Zurmuehle+%28storm+in+sight%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 398px; display: block; height: 291px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874133877994162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SnBPGxG0MrI/AAAAAAAACOA/ABoy-2J0o0U/s400/Martin+Zurmuehle+%28storm+in+sight%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong>Procuro-te...</strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong>Desde a madrugada</strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong>(de uma outra vida)</strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong>Que procuro uma rima!</strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong>Uma rima quebrada</strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong>(inteira ou partida!)</strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong>Que se faz de mim, perdida! </strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><strong></strong></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong> </strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Subi à falésia</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">E pedi ao vento um sinal</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Uma rima nunca ouvida</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(Jamais dita ou escrita)</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Uma palavra doce, em ti nascida.</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"></strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"></strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Corri a procurar no mar</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Nas gaivotas de voo ausente</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">No beijo de sabor a despedida</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Que a água faz marulhar</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">À hora de maré crescente.</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"></strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"></strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Se até ao Sol eu perguntei</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Quando já ia quase no poente</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">E mais à lua, ainda adormecida</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Por tal rima, de uma outra vida.</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"></strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"></strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Mas não! Ainda não a encontrei</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Fazes-me falta</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Rima escondida!</strong></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Su@vissima</span></a></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><strong><br /><br /></strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-3398298475279313277?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-30195102708632112512009-06-19T16:13:00.001+01:002009-06-19T16:13:00.589+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Sjq8QG5cWHI/AAAAAAAACN4/BcljjO8ITxU/s1600-h/(s)em+flor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348794492371359858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Sjq8QG5cWHI/AAAAAAAACN4/BcljjO8ITxU/s400/(s)em+flor.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Jardins (s)em flor...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>São como gaivotas de voo perdido<br />Entre o mar e o sal da viagem<br />Sombras de um silêncio manso.<br /><br />Deitam-se nas águas da noite<br />E na paixão da sua margem<br />Procuram o merecido descanso.<br /><br />Nas veias da madrugada<br />Vadiam corpos com imagem<br />(Incompleta)<br />Sombras de um silêncio manso.<br /><br />Anunciam simples palavras<br />E falseiam os que na linguagem<br />Procuram o merecido descanso.<br /><br />Habitam a noite obscura<br />De incerto luar...<br />Destruindo as flores que se deixam tocar.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-3019510270863211251?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-26295069963254310002009-06-16T14:37:00.004+01:002009-06-16T14:51:19.552+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Sjegv_mzpxI/AAAAAAAACNw/vdyiDMEf0_I/s1600-h/Antoine+de+Villiers+skyla.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347919828914251538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Sjegv_mzpxI/AAAAAAAACNw/vdyiDMEf0_I/s400/Antoine+de+Villiers+skyla.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Deixo-me em mim...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Entre o azul do pensamento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>E os sonhos verde-mar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Fica-me o rubro momento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Daquele sabor a cereja</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Que o teu beijo vem saborear.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>De azul e rubro, misturado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Nasce-me no corpo um temporal</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Feito barco naufragado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Pela pele rasa de sede...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Que nem o teu beijo, sabe saciar!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Despida de cores...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Diluída de sabores...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Olhar raso de água-mar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Fico-me em mim...</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2629506996325431000?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-9930218084244122842009-05-26T19:20:00.001+01:002009-05-26T19:29:49.400+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SSspUB-9ihI/AAAAAAAACDQ/7C-eo7xIjT8/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272353212873935378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SSspUB-9ihI/AAAAAAAACDQ/7C-eo7xIjT8/s400/abra%C3%A7o+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>O sonho a chegar...</strong></span></div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A noite passada<br />Vestiu-se de um sonho diferente<br />Ainda que igualmente urgente.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Um sonho de tempo cheio</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Com as minhas mãos a descer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E a tua boca a tentar-me aprender.</strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Dedos que se desenham</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Em gestos de escorregar</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E lábios, que se querem encontrar.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Com mãos de fogo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Ateias em mim o rastilho</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Ao soltar a tua boca no meu trilho.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-993021808424412284?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-56070088529965915682009-05-01T20:05:00.006+01:002009-05-01T20:11:52.870+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SftIJdSe27I/AAAAAAAACNg/jUPfrAuUBCU/s1600-h/cravo+esquecido.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330933911241284530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SftIJdSe27I/AAAAAAAACNg/jUPfrAuUBCU/s400/cravo+esquecido.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Uma história de (des)encantar...<br /><br /><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ele de nome Abril<br />Boina verde, cor de esperança<br />Ela, Vila Morena<br />Saia bordada em fios de bonança.<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Amaram-se em Maio maduro<br />Um amor forte e único<br />Qual Lusitano de sangue puro!<br />Vestido de cravos e alegria.<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Até que um dia...<br />Os cravos murcharam<br />E a alegria, de alma vazia<br />Esqueceu de olhar em frente...<br />Perdeu-se de nós!<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Abril não soube resistir<br />À ganância, à mentira<br />Às palavras, feitas balas<br />Aos cravos que perderam a cor<br />Desistiu e fez as malas!<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E assim foi embora...<br />Deixando Vila Morena<br />De sorrisos amordaçados<br />Sonhos tristes e calados.<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Agora, o povo envergonhado<br />Olha-o a descer a rua...<br />Perdido<br />Esquecido<br />Sem rumo, sem futuro<br />De mala pesada (cheia de nada!)<br />Lembrando aquele Maio maduro<br />Quando acreditou que a felicidade<br />Rimava com liberdade!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong> </div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-5607008852996591568?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-13384374344530443662009-04-13T23:36:00.006+01:002009-04-13T23:44:14.145+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SeO-u2AFTtI/AAAAAAAACNY/6cVXAxQCiNo/s1600-h/espergui%C3%A7ando.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324308896461180626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SeO-u2AFTtI/AAAAAAAACNY/6cVXAxQCiNo/s400/espergui%C3%A7ando.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Um só...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Desce...<br />Pela praia entre as dunas<br />E a enseada<br />(À hora da lua)<br />Em maré-cheia de água calada.<br /><br />Roça...<br />Na ondulação, caminhos de frescura<br />Entre o sabor leve<br />E breve da pele madura<br />(À hora das amoras)<br /><br />Visita...<br />(O tempo à hora do Amor)<br />E bebe da boca<br />Um beijo demorado<br />De esperado sabor<br />Um único! Desejado!<br /><br />Um só beijo<br />Poema sem fim e sem dor<br />Escrito em ti.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-1338437434453044366?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-52754773186334064492009-04-02T22:12:00.007+01:002009-04-02T22:39:54.580+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SdUtTiMdOaI/AAAAAAAACNQ/9K0ldunLAV8/s1600-h/Haleh+Bryan+(dreaming).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320208348427925922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SdUtTiMdOaI/AAAAAAAACNQ/9K0ldunLAV8/s400/Haleh+Bryan+(dreaming).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>A um mar de violetas...<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Passeio-me à beira-(a)mar</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Vejo silhuetas feitas búzios e conchas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Estrelas sem mar </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E até cavalos-marinhos. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Nas suas pegadas, leio palavras nuas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Respiram maresias de outro Verão</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E de outras (tantas) luas!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Nos meus passos </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Nascem suspiros sem rumo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Perdidos entre os abraços</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E esta vontade de ir por aí e parar...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Olhar-te e mergulhar bem no fundo de ti.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>O mar, lambe-me o tempo enrolado</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>(na areia)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Invade o íntimo das sensações</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Ora tempestuoso...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Ora carinhoso...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Num enleio de dois amantes esquecidos </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">(do nada!)</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Persistente...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Marulha-me horas na nudez do coração</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E à noite, nos caminhos violeta</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>(do meu quarto) </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Veste-me de desassossego, de emoção...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Até que me deixo adormecer </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>(para lá de ti)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E sabes?!?</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Houve um sonho que mesmo assim...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Inventou adjectivos ao beijo dos teus lábios</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E te elevou acima do superlativo absoluto </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>( sintético, de mim!)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>O erro foi tentar...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Definir os predicados nominais</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>(do verbo do teu toque)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Porque tu és quase mar...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Ora tempestuoso...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Ora carinhoso...</strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-5275477318633406449?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-79389759240563204592009-03-20T22:44:00.009Z2009-03-20T23:02:52.223Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/ScQcka_0tnI/AAAAAAAACNI/gukrYgrl5To/s1600-h/Kurt+Van+Wagner+(Lovers+Dream).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315404872251913842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/ScQcka_0tnI/AAAAAAAACNI/gukrYgrl5To/s400/Kurt+Van+Wagner+(Lovers+Dream).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ele (verso)...nela (poesia) </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A poesia pinga da boca </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Como saliva não saboreada... </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E acorda o verso, que perdido </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Entre a palavra e o nada </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Espreguiça no desejo secreto </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>De ser o tudo da rima perfumada. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Beija o verso a poesia </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Deixando-a de emoção arrepiada </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ele nela, cresce, mete e remete </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Até sentir a pele de rimas, inundada. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Declama o verso à musa </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Gemidos de poesia enamorada </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>(Toca-me as palavras) </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Bebe-me esta sede misturada </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Entre a orgia do ventre </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E o prazer da língua molhada. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E de verso na boca </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Beijo na palavra desnudada </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Primavera em carícias de rima </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Jorra pela pele a poesia acabada.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-7938975924056320459?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-51182043413302428132009-03-16T14:37:00.004Z2009-03-16T15:01:57.910Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Sb5lw37Y8KI/AAAAAAAACNA/_LxFlNcMmc4/s1600-h/Haleh+Bryan+(purple).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313796500664938658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Sb5lw37Y8KI/AAAAAAAACNA/_LxFlNcMmc4/s400/Haleh+Bryan+(purple).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Entre a espera e o violeta...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Hoje apetece-me escrever<br />Sobre o tempo de esperar<br />A espera do teu regressar.<br /><br />O caminho é tão, mas tão demorado<br />Feito de pedras de choro manso<br />Por esquinas sem descanso<br />De Primaveras por acontecer.<br /><br />E eu aqui a pintar<br />Esperas de verde esperança<br />Noites de violeta criança<br />Que adormece em pele de mulher.<br /><br />Amanheci uma vez mais<br />No desflorar desta ilusão<br />Que fecho na concha da mão.<br /><br />Fica-me a espera...<br />Tão cheia de tempo e de nada<br />Que caminha em ti, pela tua estrada!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-5118204341330242813?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-49529705719323089082009-03-09T20:41:00.002Z2009-03-09T20:48:05.445Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SZ3Tot5238I/AAAAAAAACMY/yop5cJ0DSyQ/s1600-h/Abraco.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304628632582807490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SZ3Tot5238I/AAAAAAAACMY/yop5cJ0DSyQ/s400/Abraco.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"><strong>Suavemente...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"><strong>Mordisca-me a madrugada<br />Num gemido sedento<br />Demoradamente<br />Desenha-me palavras de terra molhada<br />E sopra-as ao vento<br />Vagarosamente.<br /><br />Deixa que naveguem rio fora<br />E pelo leito (do teu corpo) desçam<br />Demoradamente<br />Até que chegue a aurora<br />E no nosso pomar os frutos, nasçam<br />Vagarosamente.<br /><br />Mordisca-me a boca<br />Com sussurros do teu sabor<br />Demoradamente<br />Da linha da pele, apaga-me a roupa<br />E cobre-a com o corpo, que o corpo quer<br />Vagarosamente<br />(Faz-me sentir ainda mais Mulher!<br /></strong></span><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-4952970571932308908?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-31673041088873665442009-03-03T20:57:00.006Z2009-03-03T22:40:18.664Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Sa2Z2m173pI/AAAAAAAACM4/12zuk0rEanc/s1600-h/Al+Magnus+(promptus).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309068699158437522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Sa2Z2m173pI/AAAAAAAACM4/12zuk0rEanc/s400/Al+Magnus+(promptus).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Fantasma do nada...<br /><br /><br />Já passaram dias<br />Desde que me fizeste de palavras<br />Silenciar...<br />A madrugada.<br /><br />Desde essa noite<br />Adormeço cinzenta<br />Desventrada de luar<br />Pela madrugada.<br /><br />E o sangue?!<br />Esse entristeceu-me a cor<br />Do coração<br />Porque me ouviu chorar<br />(Já era madrugada.)<br /><br />Faltam-me pedaços<br />Da palavra nostalgia<br />Para colar...<br />No poema do exílio<br />Escrito à beira-(a)mar.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-3167304108887366544?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-21368991506606146702009-02-26T12:36:00.005Z2011-08-01T23:31:50.537+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SaaNJlb-k9I/AAAAAAAACMo/SJ8H2dNNLP8/s1600-h/Bruno+di+Maio+(redfall).jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307084406710506450" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SaaNJlb-k9I/AAAAAAAACMo/SJ8H2dNNLP8/s400/Bruno+di+Maio+(redfall).jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><strong>Na casa dos sonhos...<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><strong>Um sonho vadio...<br />Pintado de mil e uma cor<br />Teima em escorrer-me pela almofada<br />Misturado com o meu odor<br />Deixando rascunhos de noite abraçada<br />Languescente...<br />Fremente...<br /><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><strong>O sonho começa<br />E chega-se a madrugada<br />Carregada de mil e um sabor<br />De palavras ensonada<br />Adormece-me<br />Ciosa...<br />Gulosa... </strong></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><strong>Mas o sonho<br />Continua a vadiar-me<br />Como se eu saísse de mim<br />Num entrar que não tem fim<br />Sabes?!?<br />Eu sei de ti...</strong></span></div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 85%;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2136899150660614670?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-58475832656013134242009-02-18T16:12:00.005Z2009-02-18T16:24:24.107Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SZw0Db4X3GI/AAAAAAAACLw/O95Th-uBbPg/s1600-h/entre+mim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304171694764055650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SZw0Db4X3GI/AAAAAAAACLw/O95Th-uBbPg/s400/entre+mim.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Sumo de amoras...<br /><br /><br />Quando em mim...<br />O beijo tu demoras<br />Fazes do mar salgado da língua<br />Um permissivo sumo de amoras.<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>E se a boca de sede ousada<br />Desce o cio pela pele nua<br />Logo a colmeia melada<br />Sacia essa fome tua.<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong><br />Solta-se então o desejo...<br />Ousado! Descontrolado!<br />Em gemidos de ternura liquefeita<br />Entre o corpo de chão molhado<br />E a cama de roupa desfeita.<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Sussurra-me, a boca o desejo<br />De beber o sumo de amoras<br />Quando o mel se mistura no beijo<br />E tu em mim, te demoras.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-5847583265601313424?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-63787334410606582482009-02-16T13:44:00.006Z2009-02-17T19:03:50.062Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SZluyUoyrLI/AAAAAAAACLo/bCOuVTjQBDg/s1600-h/gary+Benfield.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303391847017786546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SZluyUoyrLI/AAAAAAAACLo/bCOuVTjQBDg/s400/gary+Benfield.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Olhando o silêncio cavalgar...<br /><br /><br />A minha "cidade"...<br />Tem ruas de gente que nasceu<br />E outras de gente que esqueceu<br />Das cicatrizes da liberdade.<br /></strong></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong><div align="center"><br />Tem...<br />Casas que perderam a cor<br />Por tanto falarem em segredo<br />E outras que gemem de dor<br />Por esquinas, povoadas de medo.<br /></div><div align="center"><br />Tem...<br />Quartos de sonhos calados<br />Escondidos por quem já morreu<br />Camas de lençóis muito lavados<br />Por quem de amar, se esqueceu.<br /></div><div align="center"><br />Tem...<br />Portas que abrem feridas<br />Com cadeados de severidade<br />E janelas de almas perdidas<br />Por cortinas de sedosa vaidade.<br /></div><div align="center"><br />Mas na minha "aldeia"...<br />Também há gente de coração aberto<br />Mãos cheias de cavalos à solta<br />Aqui mesmo ao lado, tão perto.</strong></span></div><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6378733441060658248?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-4969136384719543252009-02-12T12:41:00.002Z2009-02-12T12:55:22.762Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SZNkL_01kRI/AAAAAAAACLg/QVu6m0oWqcw/s1600-h/Oleg+Seleznev+(dance+with+me).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301691343619592466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SZNkL_01kRI/AAAAAAAACLg/QVu6m0oWqcw/s400/Oleg+Seleznev+(dance+with+me).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Dança de lua cheia...</span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Às vezes apetece-me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Rasgar-te...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">A carne!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Amarrotar-te...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">A pele!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Reinventar-te...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Em cada noite</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Fria!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Vazia!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">A noite passada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">(Apeteceu-me)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Acariciar-te...<br />Os cabelos!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">E desenhar-te</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">A madrugada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Com mãos de lua cheia.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">A noite passada...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Foi nossa... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Tantas, mas tantas vezes!</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-496913638471954325?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-30366213966522212632009-02-04T13:26:00.006Z2009-02-04T13:38:27.871Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SYmYntnlokI/AAAAAAAACLY/r1FmDcmIQuw/s1600-h/lobo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298934244606059074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SYmYntnlokI/AAAAAAAACLY/r1FmDcmIQuw/s400/lobo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Carta a um lobo...<br /><br /></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Dúvidas?!<br />São tantas, mas tantas<br />Quem nem o reverso<br />Do verso<br />Que cai com a chuva miudinha<br />Me lava as horas cruzadas pela maresia<br />Nem as palavras cruzadas </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Pela tempestade do dia.<br /></div></span></strong><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">E os lamentos?!<br />Poucos, tão poucos<br />Os lobos que me uivam a pele (de lua)<br />Neste luar de pensamentos<br />Sem fio ou navalha<br />Que me valha!<br /></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Ai este frio que não me aquece,<br />Nem se esquece<br />Da ventania deserta que planta a sede,<br />Entre a saliva e a água<br />(ou será entre a boca e a mágoa?!)<br /></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Dúvida de certeza (des)encontrada<br />Desliza nos caminhos da chuva gelada<br />E fala-me do que esqueci<br />Do que perdi...<br />Ao partires antes de chegares.<br /></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Guardo-te num pensamento<br />Entre ti e a pele<br />Entre a inocência do momento<br />E o uivo de lobo que entra pela janela.<br />És metade do meu fogo<br />Sangue da minha noite...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><br /></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-3036621396652221263?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-46728782299954124982009-02-03T21:53:00.003Z2009-02-03T22:33:35.443Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SYB_us4svII/AAAAAAAACLI/DVzF7T_XXUM/s1600-h/Alexandre+S%C3%A9on+(lamentation+d%27Orph%C3%A9e).bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296373602087386242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SYB_us4svII/AAAAAAAACLI/DVzF7T_XXUM/s400/Alexandre+S%C3%A9on+(lamentation+d%27Orph%C3%A9e).bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong>Gotas da madrugada...<br /><br /></strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong><div align="center"><br />Na concha da madrugada<br />Uma lágrima teimosa<br />Constantemente negada<br />Desagua...<br />Na mão de tempo amarrotada<br />Nua...<br />Perdida e gelada.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Gota a gota, faz-se estrada<br />(Numa inquietação madura)<br />Até que chega a alvorada<br />De gemidos desencontrados<br />Vestida de sal, suor e nada<br />Respirando sonhos apagados.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ancorada<br />Na praia vazia<br />Esta tempestade fria<br />Acalma<br />Entre palavras soltas<br />E ondas revoltas<br />Aquieto-me... </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-4672878229995412498?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-26046350667428333612009-01-29T19:44:00.004Z2009-01-29T19:54:26.218Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SYIHY82B34I/AAAAAAAACLQ/0iCHcW0YEzw/s1600-h/Danilo+Ricciardi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296804236972121986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SYIHY82B34I/AAAAAAAACLQ/0iCHcW0YEzw/s400/Danilo+Ricciardi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SUbabA8ZfvI/AAAAAAAACFQ/ZcVP3AhvR-E/s1600-h/Michael+%26+Inessa+Garmash.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Esquece o pensamento...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Não deixes o coração pensar</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Deixa que esqueça...</strong></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Adormeça...</strong></span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></p><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Deixa que o mar</strong></span> </span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Deslize...</strong></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Pelos caminhos das areias</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E rasgue o sangue das veias.</strong></span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;"></span></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>É a saudade que te pensa!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Eu já me esqueci de o fazer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Mas ela inventa sempre um querer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>A deslizar...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Um beijo perfumado de mel</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Que me segreda dores na pele.</strong></span></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">Su@vissima</span></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></strong></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2604635066742833361?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-40036598884148828292009-01-27T18:19:00.006Z2009-01-27T20:32:15.340Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SX9SkdBeo6I/AAAAAAAACLA/utzlXZ-FTTI/s1600-h/Antoine+de+Villiers-words+to+surface.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296042473030591394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SX9SkdBeo6I/AAAAAAAACLA/utzlXZ-FTTI/s400/Antoine+de+Villiers-words+to+surface.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>O frio cinzento...<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong><br />Janeiro está de encontro marcado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>(Comigo?!)<br />Neste silêncio quase cinzento<br />Que veste de frio molhado<br />A deserta língua do vento.<br /><br />É entre a saliva e a água<br />(Que aumenta a sede)<br />Teimosa! Por não esquecer<br />O sabor da boca e da mágoa<br />Que a chuva não sabe aquecer.<br /><br />(In)submisso este bailado<br />De letras que rimam o verso<br />De palavras em tempo cruzado<br />Entre o corpo e o reverso<br />(Da vontade que o sangue cala)<br />Quando amanhece, em ti abraçado.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-4003659888414882829?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-62287491525359409062009-01-23T19:19:00.002Z2009-01-23T21:27:29.437Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/STmbaKcrHLI/AAAAAAAACDo/GFv3RcPvD1o/s1600-h/christian+coigny_07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276419312224771250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/STmbaKcrHLI/AAAAAAAACDo/GFv3RcPvD1o/s400/christian+coigny_07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Maior que o tempo...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>A saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Não me cabe no dia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Inunda as ruas da cidade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E olha-me a mão vazia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Que caminha dentro de mim.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>A saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Sobe-me pela madrugada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Até que se adormece tarde</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E deixa-me a pele incendiada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>De pedacinhos teus.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>A saudade chega...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Arrepia-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Segreda-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>(A tua vontade?!)</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>...Se sentires um arrepio na noite</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>É a minha saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>A dizer-te que a ausência dói!...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6228749152535940906?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-48725347210225623932009-01-09T13:24:00.004Z2009-01-09T13:32:05.995Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SWdQSP_RPwI/AAAAAAAACHA/Zz22zNc-E-Y/s1600-h/morte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289284561829707522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 424px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SWdQSP_RPwI/AAAAAAAACHA/Zz22zNc-E-Y/s400/morte.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p><br /><br /><br /> </p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>Os meninos de Gaza...<br /><br /><br />São tantas, mas tantas as bandeiras<br />Que os olham, sentados na imóvel espera<br />Esquecendo que a Paz... desespera...<br /><br />(E enquanto isso...)<br />Os meninos de Gaza, nascem<br />Com sangue negro da guerra<br />(Diz-se que por amor à sua terra?!)<br /><br />Os meninos de Gaza, crescem<br />Com brinquedos de ferro e fogo<br />(Diz-se que é para defender o seu povo?!)<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>(..............................)<br />A mãe de um menino de Gaza<br />Chora...desesperada, quase louca<br />A morte do seu filho...à queima-roupa.<br /><br />Revoltado...<br />O ventre das mães de Gaza<br />Grita de horror, envergonhado<br />Não quer parir, nem mais um soldado! </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-4872534721022562393?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-89067164417217287272009-01-07T16:11:00.006Z2009-01-07T19:28:49.557Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SWTbYwUY_dI/AAAAAAAACGY/ymlIH0VGCCA/s1600-h/Helder+Vasconcelos+(a+express%C3%A3o+sem+dramatismo).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288593080773574098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SWTbYwUY_dI/AAAAAAAACGY/ymlIH0VGCCA/s400/Helder+Vasconcelos+(a+express%C3%A3o+sem+dramatismo).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Na curva das palavras...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Uma vertigem</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Nascida no coração</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Esquecida...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Perdida...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Subiu as palavras</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Da multidão</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Tocou a curva de cada olhar</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Que poisava na mão</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Virou a esquina da pele</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>E despiu a emoção.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>(Afinal era um simples papel!)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></p></span><div align="center"><br /></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-8906716441721728727?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-58240095171388594912008-12-31T11:51:00.003Z2008-12-31T11:51:00.831Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SVoNVnP8JEI/AAAAAAAACGQ/0pzrhFtT6so/s1600-h/m%C3%A3os+de.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285551777636951106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SVoNVnP8JEI/AAAAAAAACGQ/0pzrhFtT6so/s400/m%C3%A3os+de.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SVoMBdq8j5I/AAAAAAAACGI/a9vSI-rcZGw/s1600-h/olhos+de+%C3%A1gua.jpg"></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Será possível recomeçar num Ano Novo?!<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Será que amanhece<br />Num céu lilás de paixão<br />Brilhando de generosidade<br />Até que se anoitece?!<br /><br />Será que a inquietação<br />Reinventa verdes pela cidade<br />Em cada seio, em cada alicerce<br />De um novo corpo em construção?!<br /><br />(Será possível ?!)<br />De um ventre prenhe de verdade<br />Nascer o arco-íris que soubesse<br />Pintar um Sol em cada coração<br />Com mãos de carícias e bondade...<br /><br />Mãos que façam Amor e Paz<br />Mãos Generosas que façam o Pão<br />Mãos de Criança sujas de Alegria<br />Mãos de Gente de Verdade!<br /><br />(E vamos ter um Ano cheio de 2009 mãos!)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-5824009517138859491?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-25441287325644048742008-12-30T09:48:00.012Z2008-12-30T10:06:57.235Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SVnwF8pDdDI/AAAAAAAACGA/0_TAWlUJUkE/s1600-h/PC280019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285519622664320050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SVnwF8pDdDI/AAAAAAAACGA/0_TAWlUJUkE/s400/PC280019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SVnvKC-0tMI/AAAAAAAACFw/wCaAMqEOM34/s1600-h/PC280007.JPG"></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Natal é sempre que um Homem... </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></div></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><div align="center"><br /></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Noite pelos tempos encantada </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Veste-se de rubras cerejas </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>O Natal de terna madrugada. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Perfuma os lençóis de linho </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>(Com a pele de aroma a canela) </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Asas torneadas de azevinho </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>No corpo em forma de estrela. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ofereceu-me em seda enlaçada </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>O beijo de boca mordiscada </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Até que se faça Natal...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Numa outra madrugada?!<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></div></strong></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2544128732564404874?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-2224591425360534342008-12-22T16:45:00.001Z2008-12-22T16:50:50.470Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SUz2rMcOzCI/AAAAAAAACFo/iMqQWWFnxk0/s1600-h/menino+da+rua.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281867684933192738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SUz2rMcOzCI/AAAAAAAACFo/iMqQWWFnxk0/s400/menino+da+rua.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SUzy2Mk4rdI/AAAAAAAACFY/Pm64v9M92O8/s1600-h/Fabian+Perez+(Alegria).jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Natal é...<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Na rua vazia<br />Ouve-se o eco das janelas<br />A incendiar a Luz do silêncio.<br />Dizem que é chegado o dia<br />Em que nascem estrelas<br />Vestidas de Paz e Alegria.<br /><br />Vozes em tons de carícias<br />Acendem lareiras de sabor<br />Com palavras aprendidas<br />Entre o presépio e as delícias<br />Que a avó cozinhou com Amor.<br /><br />Lá fora...<br />Na noite escura e gelada<br />Atrás de uma janela nua<br />Olhando a noite estrelada<br />Um menino, anoiteceu na rua.<br /><br />(Pensa ele)<br />Quando crescer...<br />Vou pegar do céu aquela estrela<br />Comprar uma lareira quentinha<br />Enfeitar com muitas vozes a janela<br />Fazer uma noite de Natal docinha<br />E também vou ter um pinheiro<br />Um pai, uma mãe e uma avozinha<br />E para o Amor...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong> (Será que vai sobrar dinheiro?!)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A estrela envergonhada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Calou-se na noite</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E um lágrima rolou pela face, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Já apagada.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-222459142536053434?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-61824601203036803692008-12-18T20:16:00.001Z2008-12-18T20:19:15.352Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SPvTQljv0xI/AAAAAAAABj0/2crpmHBdpy0/s1600-h/Haleh+Bryan+(midnight+take).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259029271798600466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SPvTQljv0xI/AAAAAAAABj0/2crpmHBdpy0/s400/Haleh+Bryan+(midnight+take).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Presa a ti...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Uma noite destas...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Vou tocar-te com a minha nudez</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>E abrigar-me na tua pele</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Uma e outra vez!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Depois, deixo-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>De corpo algemado ao teu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Enquanto a madrugada te escrever</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Um poema de língua até amanhecer.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Uma manhã destas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Segredo-te um silêncio de acordar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>E mergulho no dia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Na voz do teu olhar!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Depois, deixo o pensamento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Prisioneiro do teu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>E deixo o dia crescer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Até que me libertes ao entardecer.</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6182460120303680369?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-2885687951855352352008-12-11T19:35:00.003Z2008-12-11T21:24:26.919Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/STRx0hnxrgI/AAAAAAAACDY/fQ6ZLsFWlto/s1600-h/Danilo+Ricciardi+(1).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274966210750033410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/STRx0hnxrgI/AAAAAAAACDY/fQ6ZLsFWlto/s400/Danilo+Ricciardi+(1).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Desce a chuva pela Alma...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Escorre chuva pela tarde</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Abraçando o frio dos céus</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>(Olho a rua de quando em quando)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>...O vento rasga os véus</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Das silhuetas que regressando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Se aquietam, aguardando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>A trovoada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Que se fez anunciada.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>A tarde deixa-se acabar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>No tempo, pelo relógio deslizando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Chega a noite divagando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>De corpo e pele molhada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Vestindo a Alma (quase) gelada.</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-288568795185535235?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-81401944802789374592008-12-09T18:20:00.003Z2008-12-09T21:02:19.851Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SQoldhwC3mI/AAAAAAAABkU/4T1kM3wsj0U/s1600-h/Brita+Seifert-+little+paper+bird.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263060303742164578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SQoldhwC3mI/AAAAAAAABkU/4T1kM3wsj0U/s400/Brita+Seifert-+little+paper+bird.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Voo de papel...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Na palma da mão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Tenho mil pedaços...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Rasgados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Cansados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Que voam na escuridão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Da alma dos abraços</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>E eles, abandonados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Quase apagados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Feridos, sem coração</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Sabem que são somente pedaços</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>De um pássaro de papel!</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Foram encontrados um dia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Em maré de temporal</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Para lá do cais do relento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Quando a forte ventania</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Assolava o areal</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Do pensamento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>E o vento na pele escrevia...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>...São somente pedaços</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>De um sonho branco de papel...</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-8140194480278937459?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-71583311259880665982008-12-02T11:57:00.002Z2008-12-02T12:10:42.187Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SI-DvoxHAyI/AAAAAAAABgg/DbJSb8R9FbU/s1600-h/Bruno+di+Maio+(hand_in_hand).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228542546820924194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SI-DvoxHAyI/AAAAAAAABgg/DbJSb8R9FbU/s400/Bruno+di+Maio+(hand_in_hand).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>De ti quero tudo, até as mãos...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>De ti, tudo quero!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Os segredos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Que deslizam nos medos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>E te molham em suor, gota a gota.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Em ti, tudo quero!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>E por ti a tudo renunciava</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Tudo em ti, saboreava</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Até o sangue que te jorra, gota a gota.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Por ti, tudo trocava!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Vendia corpo, alma ou coração</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>E sem a menor hesitação</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Por ti, até a mim renunciava.</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-7158331125988066598?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-77293888035353120902008-11-19T11:50:00.003Z2008-11-19T12:08:11.646Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDchZlaBiHI/AAAAAAAABZ0/GTjbilVIjy0/s1600-h/Georgia+O_keeffe_1937+-+A+Sunflower+from+Maggie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203664617871607922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDchZlaBiHI/AAAAAAAABZ0/GTjbilVIjy0/s400/Georgia+O_keeffe_1937+-+A+Sunflower+from+Maggie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Pescador de girassóis...</span></strong></p><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Sempre que o olhava...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Ele guardava nas mãos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Algumas pétalas da flor</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Que o pincel de ingénuo despudor</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Pintara na pele</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">(Do seu barco!)</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Um casal de girassóis</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Inacabado...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Cada um, esperando ser ceifado</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Desfolhado pela vida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Rumo ao certo?!</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Pelas veias quentes</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Escorria-lhe um tremor</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Aquele sentir entre a dor</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">E o prazer consumado</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">De ter entrado por dentro</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Do corpo tão desejado.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Se fosse hoje</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Ele pintaria</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Uma flor despida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Com cor jamais parida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">E pétalas de alvo linho</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Ou fios de seda pura</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Tão diferente...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Lentamente...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Hoje...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Os girassóis chovem</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Pelas mãos cheias</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Sonham com quentes areias</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">E tantos nadas...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Hoje...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Ele partiu mar fora</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Aproveitando a maré cheia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Despediu-se das mil dunas de areia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">E foi...Lentamente</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Finalmente.</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-7729388803535312090?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-14034814229153624822008-11-12T16:45:00.001Z2008-11-12T17:00:10.915Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SQ2ywCkMJoI/AAAAAAAABks/2EFOUKFQ_IA/s1600-h/Katarina+Sokolova.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264060077858104962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SQ2ywCkMJoI/AAAAAAAABks/2EFOUKFQ_IA/s400/Katarina+Sokolova.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Tentas-me...<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Deixas-me assim...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Entre a noite e a magia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>O sonho e a realidade da fantasia...</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Sol e lua</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Que faz o coração bater, palpitar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>A cada compasso do teu olhar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Tu olhas-me e o coração bate...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Voltas a olhar e o coração palpita.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Acordas-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Levanto-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Vou até à janela</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>E lá estás tu! (Sempre a mesma estrela)</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>A olhar-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>A tentar-me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>(Vontades...)</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>...Um bando de pássaros</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Canta ao amanhecer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Levanto-me...E deixo as saudades</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Envoltas em ti.</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-1403481422915362482?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-37402641115152167772008-11-06T13:30:00.000Z2008-11-06T13:30:00.953Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SQ2sPiJwSNI/AAAAAAAABkk/ZjPpJPyAPMM/s1600-h/beijando.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264052922331711698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SQ2sPiJwSNI/AAAAAAAABkk/ZjPpJPyAPMM/s400/beijando.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Na curva da madrugada...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Desliza-me pela noite </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A tua boca...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Quero tudo de ti</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Até a madrugada...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Leva-me ao acordares</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A pele louca...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E sente-me desejosa</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Da tua chegada...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>(Solta-me o desejo</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>No oceano do teu beijo)</strong></span></div><br /><div><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-3740264111515216777?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-69800263217461163532008-11-03T12:16:00.001Z2008-11-03T12:18:51.449Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SQJaeM54GAI/AAAAAAAABj8/xIZacY9v3tA/s1600-h/new03_B2+Stan+Tramp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260866789628712962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SQJaeM54GAI/AAAAAAAABj8/xIZacY9v3tA/s400/new03_B2+Stan+Tramp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Sonhava...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Se um dia...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Sim, se um dia eu repetir</strong></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Lentamente...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Todas as palavras</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Pronunciadas ao partir...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Se um dia...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Eu te mostrar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Secretamente...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>As palavras que guardo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Com letras de chegar...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Se um dia...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Eu souber aprender</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Letras de Primavera</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Suavemente...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Vou no teu corpo escrever</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Outono perfumado de lirios.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Ai se um dia...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Eu adormecer em mim</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>E perguiçosamente...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Amanhecer em ti...</strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6980026321746116353?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-83386195969810678962008-10-28T11:29:00.000Z2008-10-28T11:29:55.842Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SQYm2tilreI/AAAAAAAABkM/flPtLiNDVSk/s1600-h/Tom%C3%A1s+O%27Maoldomhnaigh+(Sleep).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261935936008465890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SQYm2tilreI/AAAAAAAABkM/flPtLiNDVSk/s400/Tom%C3%A1s+O%27Maoldomhnaigh+(Sleep).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Tempo rubro...<br /><br /><br /><br />Espero pelo silêncio<br />Que se faz em madrugada<br />Nos ecos de passo a passo.<br />Lá fora uma manhã de data errada<br />Fala-me de corpo e cansaço<br />Que tropeça na esquina do tempo.<br /><br /><br />Esse tempo que não sei parar<br />Pele de cidade refugiada<br />Sonho que caminha inocente<br />Por seara de cor partilhada<br />Nasce de silêncio a semente<br />Em tempo de colheita inesperada.<br /><br /><br />Espanta-se o silêncio a centro<br />Em palavra ainda não inventada<br />E o trigo de cor madura<br />Pelo Sol de uva vindimada<br />Traz-me cerejas de ternura<br />Que tropeça na esquina do tempo.<br /><br /></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima">Su@vissima</a></span></span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></p></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-8338619596981067896?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-51787622201962649702008-10-14T16:02:00.007+01:002008-10-14T16:19:16.317+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SPS04cQPWAI/AAAAAAAABis/txmT98I2qeY/s1600-h/reflexo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257025546798192642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SPS04cQPWAI/AAAAAAAABis/txmT98I2qeY/s400/reflexo.jpg" width="417" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Bordava girassóis de linho...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>O Verão esqueceu...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Pedacinhos de Sol</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Nas paredes do meu quarto.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Não sei em que leito perdeu</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>A cor quente do girassol</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Que me prometeu colher...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>(Em Agosto!)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>As pétalas amarrotadas...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Murcharam</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Caídas pelas chão</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Silenciadas...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Desesperaram...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>De tanto esperar, tanto esperar!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Cansadas...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Vazias...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>E indiferentes</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Aos sonhos e fantasias</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Vestem-se de perguntas urgentes</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>As paredes do meu quarto...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Responde-me o vento (devagarinho)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>-Diz-se que Agosto se escondeu</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Triste! De olhar desesperado...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Enquanto lá fora os pássaros contavam</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Histórias de linho bordado.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-5178762220196264970?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-23925114933557591892008-10-10T18:50:00.001+01:002008-10-10T19:05:48.821+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SKX6fHecZKI/AAAAAAAABg4/UxSJHJxcxIE/s1600-h/Iman+Maleki+(wish).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234865554377696418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SKX6fHecZKI/AAAAAAAABg4/UxSJHJxcxIE/s400/Iman+Maleki+(wish).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Menino daquela rua...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Parei a olhar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>O sorriso daquele menino</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Como se pousasse por minutos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Na árvore do destino...</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>O Sol desenhado na parede</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Conta-lhe aventuras sem fim</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Por mundos de sonhos encantado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Deixa-lhe na boca o sabor a jasmim</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E na pele gotas de tempo suado.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>É vagaroso aquele gesto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>De quase íntimo abandono</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Como se fosse um cão perdido</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que procura o seu dono</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>No vazio dos dias, esquecido.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Fim do dia, acabado o Sol</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Chega-se a noite no seu frio lençol...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Dobram-se palavras debaixo da língua</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Fecham-se as cores das janelas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E dormes-te assim, ao som das estrelas!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>(Ou de mim!)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2392511493355759189?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-15509153737058080392008-09-25T20:17:00.000+01:002008-09-25T20:17:00.524+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SGkUcPTIdCI/AAAAAAAABf4/qpJftaL1eaA/s1600-h/deitada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217724118661100578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SGkUcPTIdCI/AAAAAAAABf4/qpJftaL1eaA/s400/deitada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Segredos da madrugada... </strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Quando a tua Alma vagueia nos meus poros</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>A pele desassossega-me<br />(A sede) e acorda-me </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>No sabor da boca </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Descendo o beijo </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Beijando... </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Os dedos perdem-se pelas margens </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Navegando... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Sinto-te entre o lençol e o corpo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Provocando... </strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Luxúria...Flores...Pétalas </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>São o segredo que o ventre encerra </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Perfumado de magnólias </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Num só momento, um mundo que explode </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Em desejo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Aumentando o caudal do beijo </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Que se faz em lençóis de água... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>...Meu mar! </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>(Sabes que me mordes as madrugadas?!) </strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-1550915373705808039?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-64982884950121749222008-09-18T20:17:00.004+01:002008-09-21T16:16:19.326+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SLx0OFELaII/AAAAAAAABik/K9FWlgx9fgM/s1600-h/Katarina+Sokolova+(9).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241191851579107458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SLx0OFELaII/AAAAAAAABik/K9FWlgx9fgM/s400/Katarina+Sokolova+(9).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>O perfume da inocência...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Inocentemente<br />A dor cresce<br />Esmagando sombras e medos.<br />O corpo não esquece<br />A ternura tranquila dos segredos<br />E deixa-se fugir para longe<br />De mim...<br /><br />Inquieta, a mente<br />Nega-se a distância de ser<br />Um silencioso engano.<br />Mãos de trémulo querer<br />Deslizam em toque de piano<br />Pela sede de ti...<br /><br />Cresce-me a nudez<br />Destemida...<br />De noite vestida<br />E mais uma vez, assim<br />Deixa-se fugir para longe</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>De mim.</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6498288495012174922?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-9464612466072067812008-09-11T20:17:00.001+01:002008-09-19T20:08:31.526+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SF2KmUCg1LI/AAAAAAAABfg/rF149TRChGA/s1600-h/gostar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214476334383813810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SF2KmUCg1LI/AAAAAAAABfg/rF149TRChGA/s400/gostar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><strong>Invento-te em abraços...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Penso-te...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Nas margens do dia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E quando a noite chega, invento-te</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Em vagarosa fantasia.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>É impossível escurecer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>O pensamento...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ou fazer viagens pelo esquecimento.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Da memória dos abraços</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Prometidos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Basta-me aprender os minutos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ainda não vividos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E desenhar-te estrelas nos olhos nus.</strong></span><br /><br /></span><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;">Su@vissima</span></a><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="color:#336666;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-946461246607206781?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-15955546391471332622008-09-05T20:17:00.001+01:002008-09-05T20:17:00.788+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R15Jh7-QMZI/AAAAAAAABLA/uLDAFoU4Roc/s1600-h/%C3%A0+beira-mar.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142628671886995858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="382" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R15Jh7-QMZI/AAAAAAAABLA/uLDAFoU4Roc/s400/%C3%A0+beira-mar.JPG" width="411" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RzkmDjvkFYI/AAAAAAAABJ4/mK4kaeCGzb4/s1600-h/shell.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">Pétala da tua concha</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong>Tenho uma conchinha guardada<br />Que me fala de tantos tudos<br />Feitos e desfeitos por nada.<br />Faz tempo que no areal te procuro<br />Conchinha de pele salgada<br />Conta-me segredos de além-mar<br />Senta-te comigo e desenha-me o futuro.<br /></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">Tenho uma dança por inventar<br />Música que nasce no coração<br />Brisa estrelada de doce ondear<br />Eu sei que é parte de um sonho<br />Em que a pele, procura o teu olhar<br />E me traz assim de abraço risonho.<br /><br /></span></div></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong>Ai tanto que as minhas mãos<br />Te querem descobrir...<br />Tanto que a minha boca sussurrando<br />Te quer pedir...<br />Tanto que a conchinha quer o teu<br />Abraço sentir!<br />(E o tempo acende-me desejos nas mãos)</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-1595554639147133262?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-85898115838039253682008-08-28T21:57:00.000+01:002008-08-28T22:33:43.878+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SLQE30IfoPI/AAAAAAAABh0/3M4JXyH3n24/s1600-h/Non+a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238817623472316658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SLQE30IfoPI/AAAAAAAABh0/3M4JXyH3n24/s400/Non+a.jpg" width="189" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Ventre da terra...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Crescem em terra amordaçada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Sementes de mãos vazias</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Repousadas na esquina dos dias.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Na quietude mansa da calçada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Caminha uma silhueta diferente</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Um passado de futuro ausente.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Vem de tempo despenteada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>(Pelo vento que faz de Norte)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Cheia de nada e vazia de sorte.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>E assim...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Continua triste e obstinada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Mendigando o tempo derradeiro</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Grávida do mundo inteiro.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Repousa de mãos vazias</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Pela mansa esquina dos dias</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Sementes em terra lavrada.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>(Finalmente!)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-8589811583803925368?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-70048267644766611652008-08-20T12:48:00.004+01:002008-08-20T12:52:26.793+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SHS0fgyKAMI/AAAAAAAABgY/x_EiHIIVbBA/s1600-h/Bruno+di+Maio+(dream).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220996321498497218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SHS0fgyKAMI/AAAAAAAABgY/x_EiHIIVbBA/s400/Bruno+di+Maio+(dream).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Mar de abraços...<br /><br /><br /><br />Sinto um mar de sargaços<br />Aqui mesmo ao lado<br />Ondulando em verde esbatido<br />Espumas de brandos cansaços<br />Marulhando um poema dissimulado<br />Pelas marés do corpo de Agosto.<br /><br /><br />Navego em silêncio pelas águas<br />Olhando o mar que espantado<br />Me traz um sorriso acetinado<br />Em lençóis de casto branco.<br /><br /><br />Meu corpo é o barco faminto<br />Nas velas da tua nudez<br />Que renasce desfolhado<br />No teu abrigo, tanta, mas tanta vez.</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">Su@vissima</span></a></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-7004826764476661165?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-28816449215681279572008-08-11T19:46:00.004+01:002008-08-20T12:53:06.760+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SKCDdReDoeI/AAAAAAAABgw/JsgCCv9Ax88/s1600-h/de+m%C3%A3o+dada.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327305933431266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SKCDdReDoeI/AAAAAAAABgw/JsgCCv9Ax88/s400/de+m%C3%A3o+dada.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>De mão dada...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Olhava-os</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Caminhavam à beira-mar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Serenamente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Traziam música nos gestos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Como quem dança o olhar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ternamente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E na boca, ondulavam Amor</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Como lua vestida de luar.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ele, tinha a alma de mão </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Dada com ela</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Suavemente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Como quem beija a paixão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Docemente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ela abraça-o com asas de coração.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Desapareceram...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Lá longe, onde não há mais tempo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ele...De olhos sedentos por Amar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ela...de boca nascida para beijar.</strong></span><br /><br /></span><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Su@vissima</span></a><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2881644921568127957?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-79384712482460183232008-07-30T18:29:00.002+01:002008-08-20T12:54:20.712+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SE2FZ6i8qNI/AAAAAAAABa0/xcY0j0aX5Xc/s1600-h/ao+por+de+sol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209967024196593874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SE2FZ6i8qNI/AAAAAAAABa0/xcY0j0aX5Xc/s400/ao+por+de+sol.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Chove-me...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>O tempo...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Chove-me entre as mãos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Se te demoras, por certo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Eu morrerei afogada! Tão perto!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E um a um...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>De ponta a ponta em tempo aberto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Cada minuto da minha pele</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Desenha abismos de papel</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Feitos lençóis de espanto.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Devagar, cai miudinha...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A chuva pelo rosto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Em desenhos pintados de pranto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ai Amor! Quando chegares em Agosto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Vai chover tanto, mas tanto.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Chove-me aqui tão perto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Um tempo que desliza na boca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Uma sede nascida na roupa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Um corpo pela sede, aberto!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /></span><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">Su@vissima</span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-7938471248246018323?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-11807947946589727312008-07-23T14:37:00.002+01:002008-07-23T14:37:00.323+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SG3vwNrNNJI/AAAAAAAABgA/X_gGQY0oRnI/s1600-h/Brita+Seifert+(aspettare).gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219091154775913618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SG3vwNrNNJI/AAAAAAAABgA/X_gGQY0oRnI/s400/Brita+Seifert+(aspettare).gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Por dentro do silêncio...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Adormecem (em direcção a ti?!)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Olhos de tons silenciosos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Na mágoa rouca de uma partitura.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Voando em inquietante miragem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Raios de astros luminosos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Deslizam em página de cor escura</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Uma simples silhueta, sem imagem.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Por dentro (de ti?!)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>O silêncio em desvario</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Insiste em encontrar-me no rascunho.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Memórias de tempo inquietante</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Correm margem abaixo, sem desvio</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>À bolina da vontade do punho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Desaguando letras a cada instante.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Vem!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>(Rasga-me o) olhar silencioso</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Para dentro da pele inquieta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>E no corpo de querer guloso</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Escreve-me um verso, poeta!</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-1180794794658972731?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-72487901789882062062008-07-16T14:54:00.008+01:002011-05-30T12:52:48.764+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SHPUuFkMhsI/AAAAAAAABgQ/cOndTS5_XYc/s1600-h/Tango-Argentino.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220750281285600962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="406" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SHPUuFkMhsI/AAAAAAAABgQ/cOndTS5_XYc/s400/Tango-Argentino.jpg" width="312" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong>Na memória da dança...</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong></strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong></strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong>Faz-se noite e uma música vadia<br />Baila-me o pensamento...<br />A penumbra rodeia-me o mundo </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong>(Quando estou só)<br />E neste momento...<br />Desenha-me sensações nos dedos do dia.<br /></strong></span></div><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#990000;">No silêncio, sinto a lembrança<br />(Eterna do tango na noite!)<br />E a memória da dança...<br />Convida-me a deslizar pelos segredos.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Vem...Escreve-me<br />Descobre-me...<br />Desenha-me peixes cor de nectarina<br />E olhos verdes, em esmeralda menina.<br /></span></div></span></strong><div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Deixa que as palavras te dancem<br />Quando o pensamento te lambe a pele<br />Descansada na proa do barco de papel.<br />Deixa que beba rios dos teus olhos </span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong>(Castanhos mar)<br />Para esta febre nua saciar<br />Na vontade de te querer.</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong></strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong>Quero sentir-te agonizado </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong>E no meu fogo arder</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong>Contagiante volúpia do teu corpo no meu</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong>Num dia que há-de acontecer...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong>Ou na madrugada, que por já ter sido</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "><strong>(Voltará a ser!) </strong></span><span><strong></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong>Acredito em mim<br />Na tua cumplicidade<br />Nas veias que me mordiscam a saudade<br />Na voz de terra com que as tuas </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong>Mãos me falam...<br /><br /></strong></span></div><span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Pensamentos ancestrais<br />Descem da memória e passeiam </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Na pele nua<br />Pela rua dos seios...Sabes?!?</span></div></span></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;" >Eu quero mais<br />Muito mais!<br />Quero tudo até que gemas o meu nome</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong>(Na dança da noite!)</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " ><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); " >Su@vissima</span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "></span></div><br /><div align="center" style="font-size: 130%; "><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center" style="font-size: 130%; "><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center" style="font-size: 130%; "><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-7248790178988206206?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-29768565521460693672008-07-09T14:35:00.004+01:002008-07-09T17:06:51.714+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SCThIsTKm6I/AAAAAAAABZE/9SXNhYppkhs/s1600-h/Haleh%2BBryan%2B__j.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198527409339145122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SCThIsTKm6I/AAAAAAAABZE/9SXNhYppkhs/s400/Haleh%2BBryan%2B__j.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Mãos de sede...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Entre os momentos<br />Que me incendeias<br />Em fogo posto...<br />E os outros<br />De quentes areias<br />Em marés de Agosto...<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Há algures<br />Um tempo feito dia...<br />Que me enlaça o pensamento<br />Em mãos de sede (ou utopia?)<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Há um tempo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Que se espelha no olhar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Na vertigem da poesia</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">No verso forte, sôfrego por voar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Suor apetecido ou fantasia?!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Esconde-te no meu coração<br />Entre o mar concha do passado<br />E o presente que me segreda na mão:<br />Quero-te tanto!</strong></span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2976856552146069367?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-57025571436709416492008-07-04T15:06:00.001+01:002008-07-04T17:16:17.910+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SG332ubLjPI/AAAAAAAABgI/jwq42Wx0xTY/s1600-h/Katarina+Sokolova+(40).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219100062739303666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="425" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SG332ubLjPI/AAAAAAAABgI/jwq42Wx0xTY/s400/Katarina+Sokolova+(40).jpg" width="293" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>No céu-da-boca...<br /><br /><br /><br />Deixaste, sem te aperceberes<br />Vestígios de cerejas<br />Por dentro da minha boca...<br />E agora, os lábios acenam-te<br />Para que os vejas...<br />Deixaste coisa pouca<br />(Eu sei!)<br />Comparado com o tanto que desejas...<br /><br /><br />Mas sabes?!<br />Fica-me este afrutado sabor<br />Entre o meu partir e o teu regresso<br />Entre o teu dia a a minha madrugada<br />Entre o meu frio e o teu suor<br />Entre a tua memória e o que não esqueço!<br /><br /><br />Fechei a porta do nada...<br />O tudo já tem hora marcada!<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </p><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-5702557143670941649?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-57771315044052280042008-06-30T17:40:00.003+01:002008-06-30T20:56:16.995+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SF0FHIc0N6I/AAAAAAAABfY/wXx16lAeYRo/s1600-h/Eric+Kellerman+(1).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214329563650471842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SF0FHIc0N6I/AAAAAAAABfY/wXx16lAeYRo/s400/Eric+Kellerman+(1).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Aberto de espanto...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Se me deixares, vou mudar a residência </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Para o teu coração...<br />E depois...<br />Se o sentires gemer, é porque estou </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>A suspirar<br />Se o sentires suspirar, é porque te estou </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Por dentro a beijar<br />Se o sentires palpitar, é porque o desejo </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Não me cabe na mão<br />E sempre que o sentires pulsar</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>É o meu Amor feito mar<br />Que te percorre as veias a cada momento.<br /><br />E quando no silêncio da noite<br />Ouvires um tic-tac vindo do peito<br />Sou eu a caminhar contigo para o leito...<br />E aí...Sob as asas do teu sonho<br />Vou despir-te o corpo de carne feito<br />E amar-te a Alma num longo beijo<br />Até que os teus olhos me mordam<br />A pele e te façam sangrar de desejo.<br /><br />Acordas-me...<br />Tocas-me...<br />E o meu corpo abre-se de espanto<br />Beijas-me...<br />E a tua boca sussurra-me:<br />(Quero-te tanto, mas tanto!)</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-5777131504405228004?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-26835060822683650222008-06-25T14:38:00.002+01:002008-06-25T14:46:53.865+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SGAmQj28TQI/AAAAAAAABfo/1dyWoMSXG8I/s1600-h/girassolar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215210434440482050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SGAmQj28TQI/AAAAAAAABfo/1dyWoMSXG8I/s400/girassolar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Pétalas de Verão...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>...Trocam-se conversas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Entre a Primavera e o Verão...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Ela foi embora e ele fica</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Habitando um Sol de promessas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Que me enchem a concha da mão.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Se o Verão soubesse...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Em quantos dias em já o encontrei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>E em quantas noites já o perdi...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Se ele adivinhasse...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>As saudades que não deixei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>E os cheiros que não esqueci.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Vou pintando dias de Verão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Nas pétalas do meu girassol</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Guardo uma página em branco</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>No jardim aberto em paixão...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Deixas que te pinte um Sol?!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>(Para te encontrar todas as noites!)</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2683506082268365022?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-34306027735264831922008-06-23T15:02:00.002+01:002008-06-23T15:38:40.985+01:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212545299857015698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SFauVT2cA5I/AAAAAAAABbU/44vKpo2DygU/s400/Andrew+(intimatethougths).jpg" width="368" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Descendo pelo poema...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>A saudade enrola-se no peito</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Depois de no verde olhar sentir</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Um mar de desassossego feito</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Aumenta a sede nos olhos meninos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>E desce-me pelo poema, devagar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Detendo-se no corpo, desenhado no leito.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Roçam sombras lentamente nuas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Na fome da mansa noite</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Que brilha em tantas luas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>E morre na ponta dos dedos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Da boca, num rasante açoite</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Cobrindo de versos por fazer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>A penumbra que vadia pelas ruas.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>A noite embala-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Sacia-me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Nas letras vestidas do teu nome</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Ela sabe que te quero...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>E mesmo que te demores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Eu espero!</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-3430602773526483192?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-66666315442928838242008-06-20T21:06:00.001+01:002008-06-20T21:44:02.280+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDMUHU1mApI/AAAAAAAABZk/od9WwvirNvo/s1600-h/uma+l%C3%A1grima.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202524110628192914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="439" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDMUHU1mApI/AAAAAAAABZk/od9WwvirNvo/s400/uma+l%C3%A1grima.jpg" width="300" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Uma a uma...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Rolam lágrimas caladas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Deslizam pelo coração</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">E sinto-as tão pesadas...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">São pedras de arestas vivas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Caem no chão e ficam paradas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">A olhar-me...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Soprei uma e outra...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Tentei que voassem</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Se fossem...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Ficaram ali inertes</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Como se morressem...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Gritei!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Implorei!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">E nada...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Misturaram-se nas pedras da calçada.</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6666631544292883824?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-17932501531708804112008-06-18T22:23:00.002+01:002008-06-18T23:33:05.900+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SFmLLqJE1AI/AAAAAAAABdY/eiHmXd3JVTo/s1600-h/femme%2Btriste.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213351076065235970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="347" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SFmLLqJE1AI/AAAAAAAABdY/eiHmXd3JVTo/s400/femme%2Btriste.jpg" width="274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Memória do Sol...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>O sonho caiu de asa partida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Tinha os olhos fechados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E a mão cosida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Com fios dourados...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Entre o ontem e hoje</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Cresceu em ferida.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Naufragou por mares desconhecidos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E foi o mais perdido no mundo dos perdidos...<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Um dia, abriu os olhos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E sentiu um silêncio mordaz</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Ergueu e lentamente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Acreditou que seria capaz</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>De voar novamente... </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Deitou-se...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Junto ao corpo inerte</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Desta ver, não vou perder-te</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>(Disse-lhe baixinho ao ouvido!)<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E o sonho, fez-se memória do Sol</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Mudou todas as cores...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Deixou-se acordar na penumbra dos odores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E vestiu a tua pele de menino.</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-1793250153170880411?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-13775268747354976752008-06-16T21:46:00.000+01:002008-06-16T21:53:01.536+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SFZxrRaj83I/AAAAAAAABbM/1h4bKLQN8HI/s1600-h/Dmitry+Osipov+(Glamour).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212478606951052146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SFZxrRaj83I/AAAAAAAABbM/1h4bKLQN8HI/s400/Dmitry+Osipov+(Glamour).jpg" width="216" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sono de rosas...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>O beijo nasce...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Na vontade da boca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Até que os lábios se perdem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E sobem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Numa correria louca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A pele orvalhada.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A (tua) mão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Palpita-me a madrugada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ausente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sem estrela presente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E deixa-me mergulhada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Num sono de rosas.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Acorda-me com mãos de amar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A pele perfumada...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E escreve na minha boca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>(Que te espera calma e tranquila)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A palavra beijo...</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-1377526874735497675?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-70571279848225882932008-06-09T12:32:00.002+01:002008-06-09T12:39:09.461+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SEWX9EeSPhI/AAAAAAAABak/ovWyL2QHhxU/s1600-h/Chekirov+(passion).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207735619552427538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SEWX9EeSPhI/AAAAAAAABak/ovWyL2QHhxU/s400/Chekirov+(passion).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Nos meus lábios...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Deixa que te dispa</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>O crepúsculo dos cansaços</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E te segrede ao ouvido</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Um mundo inteiro de abraços</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Pelo meu corpo esculpido.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Nos meus lábios</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Repousa o beijo apetecido</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E arrepia-me os caminhos</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ao colher o desejo amadurecido</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que desliza pelas margens da boca.</strong></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Da minha pele</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Escuta a voz quase rouca</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Do vulcão que explode em desejo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E aninha-te entre o coração e a alma</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Repousando o apetecido beijo.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></p><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-7057127984822588293?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-39222139211958516452008-06-03T19:53:00.002+01:002008-06-03T20:11:16.934+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDcqwFaBiII/AAAAAAAABZ8/k0tjPGs9rPY/s1600-h/Alexandre+T.+(lady+on+the+beach).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203674900023314562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDcqwFaBiII/AAAAAAAABZ8/k0tjPGs9rPY/s400/Alexandre+T.+(lady+on+the+beach).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Meu mar maior...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Mergulho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>No mar de palavras</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Rasgando o corpo de marés.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Num andamento de infinito sal</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Dispo as ondas que caem aos pés</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Reconheço-te a cor...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>O lamento em rumor...</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>E tu mar maior</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Sobes-me o corpo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Agigantas-te na pele</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Tomas-me o sangue em tempestade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>E das tuas mãos nasce o mel</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Que desliza na brandura da tarde.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Atrevo-me em ti</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Desde as dunas do vale</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Ao fim da falésia suspensa.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Semeio pensamentos pelo areal</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>E deixo-me cair em rosas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Aos teus pés...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Entre o vento e as marés...</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>E depois?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Depois vou gritar que és...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Meu! Somente meu!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>E ainda que Morfeu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Me leve no seu abraço</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Vou sonhar mansamente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Deitada no teu regaço...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-3922213921195851645?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-61049359314003490402008-05-30T20:36:00.002+01:002008-05-30T20:41:41.838+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDVpG1aBiGI/AAAAAAAABZs/Brglf4N7kM0/s1600-h/beijando.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203180510632839266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDVpG1aBiGI/AAAAAAAABZs/Brglf4N7kM0/s400/beijando.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Esperando...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>O abraço</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Faz-se de corpos colados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>De lábios beijados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>De pele a arder...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Calo-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Oiço o silêncio crescer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Num abraço de alma vestido</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>E pelo corpo descer...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Abraça-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Deixa-te perder</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Entre a raiz do sonho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>E o prematuro amanhecer...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>(O meu abraço vai esperar...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Até o calor dos teus braços aprender</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>E neles se perder!)</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Que poderão os braços meus</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Esperar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Senão os abraços teus?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6104935931400349040?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-66280353533456678682008-05-27T22:51:00.007+01:002008-05-27T23:20:58.719+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDyDNlaBiKI/AAAAAAAABaM/F6ivPJ-a_iY/s1600-h/Escha+van+den+Bogerd-Tranquilo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205179538736253090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDyDNlaBiKI/AAAAAAAABaM/F6ivPJ-a_iY/s400/Escha+van+den+Bogerd-Tranquilo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Morro à porta da tua boca...<br /><br /></strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Na imperfeição do tempo</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Mergulho um breve lamento</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Cá dentro o dia anoitece</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Despindo pelo chão o pensamento</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Lá fora o Sol entristece</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>As nuvens que cantam ao vento.</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>As mãos pensam-te horas</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Na encruzilhada do coração despido</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>E ouvem-te um ansioso gemido.</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>A boca sedenta pelo beijo teu</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Sente-se de ventre aberto</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>(Já perto! Tão perto!)<br /></strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong></strong></span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6628035353345667868?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-26321447630245117372008-05-23T14:28:00.002+01:002008-05-23T20:53:22.722+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDDHmE1mAnI/AAAAAAAABZU/OBmqEeGGaZI/s1600-h/Haleh+Bryan+(midnight+take).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201877026560410226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDDHmE1mAnI/AAAAAAAABZU/OBmqEeGGaZI/s400/Haleh+Bryan+(midnight+take).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Respirando o teu tempo...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>(Este tempo que não existe?)</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Mas se deixa em nós beber</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Respirar e no papel escrever...</strong></span><br /></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Será que da vida não desiste</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Feito palavra imóvel ao vento</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Voando nos ombros do pensamento...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Será talvez um uivo triste</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Em lua cheia de abraço</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Seda de acetinado traço...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Será mesmo tudo se persiste</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Nesta quase libertina teimosia</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>De ser véspera de algum dia...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>(Mas um dia destes...)</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>O corpo que não te resiste</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Dançará na voz do vento</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>A música do teu pensamento.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>(E aí...)</strong></span></p><br /><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2632144763024511737?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-85392860442797542272008-05-19T20:40:00.003+01:002008-05-19T20:53:53.575+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rw_FHk9ff-I/AAAAAAAABGQ/9HpIpgpDD7s/s1600-h/Escha+van+den+Bogerd-promessa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120528035314892770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rw_FHk9ff-I/AAAAAAAABGQ/9HpIpgpDD7s/s400/Escha+van+den+Bogerd-promessa.jpg" width="386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>No esquecimento...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ontem acordei...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sem vontade de acordar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>(Tentei esquecer)</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Dos lábios o sabor a sonhar</strong></span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Acabei por esquecer de adormecer.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Apetece-me...Não sei o quê!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Talvez partir em viagem...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>(Tentar esquecer)</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Mas tenho nas veias a tatuagem</strong></span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que teima em não querer adormecer.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Deixo o leito ao Sol</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Esperando de porta aberta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>(Tentei esquecer)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>As palavras de noite incerta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que não me deixaram adormecer.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Hoje deixei-me embalar...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Como se o tempo não tivesse dia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E a noite vestiu-me de fantasia.</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-8539286044279754227?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-60407711275934606722008-05-14T15:17:00.003+01:002008-05-14T15:31:42.328+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SCr3F01mAmI/AAAAAAAABZM/nykxfimcCpE/s1600-h/Michael+%26+Inessa+Garmash+(moments_in_the_sun).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200240399207498338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SCr3F01mAmI/AAAAAAAABZM/nykxfimcCpE/s400/Michael+%26+Inessa+Garmash+(moments_in_the_sun).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Disse olá ao mar...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Foi de ti mesmo...</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Que hoje ao fim da tarde, lembrei</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Quando senti o cheiro a mar.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Desci até à areia, descalcei</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>E quedei-me ali mesmo a olhar</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>(Caminhamos lado a lado?)</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Caminho pela praia<br />Enquanto o mar dança rumores<br />No marulhar que me envolve a saia.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Uma brisa branda e fria</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Flutua nos braços do horizonte</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Recorda-me a (tua) vontade</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Que (me) dança na nostalgia</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Espelhada nas águas da saudade.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Ai! mar-amante de segredos feito</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Lambe dos pés o desejo</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Que sentes cravado no peito...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Traz-me o dono da conchinha</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>A boca que tempera o beijo</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Antes que se esqueça da minha!</strong></span></div><br /><div><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6040771127593460672?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-76234600239188364662008-05-08T11:38:00.001+01:002008-05-08T14:37:55.530+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SCD3rh4DgTI/AAAAAAAABY0/-iJ6nqKWtHQ/s1600-h/na+tua+seda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197426297185468722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SCD3rh4DgTI/AAAAAAAABY0/-iJ6nqKWtHQ/s400/na+tua+seda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>No teu corpo...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Do teu peito</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Deixa-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Roubar aquela estrela</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Desfolhá-la em pétalas pelo leito</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Perfumar-me...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Do teu corpo, compõe uma salsa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Dança-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Na pele voluptuosa do tango</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Na seda suave da valsa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Sonha-me...</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Da tua noite</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Caminha-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>A provocação de Ravel</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>No bolero da tua boca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Sopra-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Liláses de mel</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>(E beija-me!)</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-7623460023918836466?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-72885207661116261552008-05-05T21:30:00.001+01:002008-05-05T21:36:18.595+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SAj8627UoBI/AAAAAAAABYE/DYO1FSEnGWw/s1600-h/Pascal+Renoux+(nu+%C3%A0+la+fleur+rose).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190676658651439122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SAj8627UoBI/AAAAAAAABYE/DYO1FSEnGWw/s400/Pascal+Renoux+(nu+%C3%A0+la+fleur+rose).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>O frio da boca...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Fez-se amanhecer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Bailo-me nua no teu olhar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Abraçada à concha de perfume rosa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Que me ofereceste ao entardecer.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Pára de me embriagar!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Arranca-me a saudade do peito...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>A fome da boca...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>O frio da roupa...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Ai! Porque te bebi?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Se não me cabes na sede!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Anoitece, finalmente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>O meu corpo procura o teu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Avidamente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Adivinha-te</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>A voz do desejo...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>O odor do suor...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>(Fica!)</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@visima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Su@visima</span></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-7288520766111626155?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-56295197563556466772008-04-28T21:12:00.005+01:002008-04-28T21:30:42.196+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SBYwTx4DgSI/AAAAAAAABYs/oAfCWKtRzMQ/s1600-h/Antoine+de+Villiers+(the-ring).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194392336582541602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SBYwTx4DgSI/AAAAAAAABYs/oAfCWKtRzMQ/s400/Antoine+de+Villiers+(the-ring).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>No mar da tua mão...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Entre o teu dia e a minha</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Noite...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Há o beijo que te quer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Abraçado em cintura de mulher.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Entre a minha pela e a tua</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Mão...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Há o desejo molhado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>No sabor do lábio mordiscado.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Entre o meu ventre e a tua</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Espada...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Há o templo esculpido em gume</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Seios que queimam teu lume.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>O meu ventre que é teu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Tem segredos para lá do umbigo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Concha-mar que a tua mão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Transforma em búzio do meu castigo.</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-5629519756355646677?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-38995530372671387292008-04-24T22:39:00.005+01:002008-04-24T23:06:24.066+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SBD-ZB4DgRI/AAAAAAAABYk/yLa-19TX7CQ/s1600-h/cravo+de+Abril.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192930076311912722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="294" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SBD-ZB4DgRI/AAAAAAAABYk/yLa-19TX7CQ/s400/cravo+de+Abril.jpg" width="424" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que saudade...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A lágrima já era</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Antes de doer!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>O sonho existia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Antes de nascer!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sou livre?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Não serei, talvez!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Mas quero a liberdade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Aquela que chorei...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que em menina e moça, sonhei.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Um diluvio de saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Rasga os céus</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Lá longe, oiço a cidade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Vestida de cravos vermelhos.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>(Podaram a árvore da liberdade?)</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Persistente! Ela vai renascer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Flor rubra pela madrugada.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>(Se Abril chegar primeiro...)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Diz-lhe lá pela alvorada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que "Depois do Adeus"</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Uma ceifeira encantada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E um trovador de voz serena</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Serão do povo a voz</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Em "Grândola Vila Morena".</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-3899553037267138729?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-90281441395193520932008-04-21T18:43:00.001+01:002008-04-21T18:58:37.203+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SAzTa0sAKpI/AAAAAAAABYU/FxzgUiFSIQE/s1600-h/meu+corpo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191756928224602770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SAzTa0sAKpI/AAAAAAAABYU/FxzgUiFSIQE/s400/meu+corpo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Noite lenta...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A noite acorda-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Feita desejo na ponta dos teus dedos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Gemendo, rasga-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A pele dos lábios</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Entreabrindo no corpo, os segredos.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Cresce a sabor a cereja</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Fruto de tempo perdido</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Colhida no pomar da boca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Fazendo salivar de inveja</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>O espasmo feito punhal</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que desagua junto à roupa.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A noite encontra-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>No teu corpo perdida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E vicia-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>No teu espasmo lento.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-9028144139519352093?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-85709311322705395852008-04-16T19:37:00.000+01:002008-04-16T19:47:31.129+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SAZGx27UoAI/AAAAAAAABX8/AjwXSAJXpi8/s1600-h/Casal_praia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189913442962939906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="252" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SAZGx27UoAI/AAAAAAAABX8/AjwXSAJXpi8/s400/Casal_praia.jpg" width="378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Para lá de mim...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Para lá do olhar...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Tenho um areal desenhado</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Em verdes algas pelo chão</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Veias pulsando de emoção</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Pelo canto de sereia enfeitiçado.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Para além de um olhar...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Tenho um tempo em maré cheia</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Em sonho de segredos feito</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Ondulação que marulha no leito </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>E se desfaz pelo lençol de areia.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Para além do olhar</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Tenho a tempestade do teu rio</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Em que naufrago mais uma vez</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Abraçada ao teu barco de nudez</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>No tempo que se faz manso e macio</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Para lá do olhar.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Quantos rios e mares, estão para além do olhar?</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-8570931132270539585?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-86580817996293694332008-04-14T20:24:00.002+01:002008-04-14T20:32:04.180+01:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004275751206101202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RXLCSCy9oNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/OtRUmuGEDPc/s400/nesta+noite.jpg" width="334" border="0" /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>A aprender...<br /><br /><br />O teu querer-me nasceu<br />Mil e um olhares, depois do pôr-do-sol.<br /><br />O meu querer-te aconteceu...<br />Em cada gesto teu.<br /><br />No meu desejo de caminhar<br />Os segredos do teu gemer.<br />Quando o teu querer...<br />Me abraçava<br />E com o meu se misturava.<br /><br />Era a necessidade<br />De me ter...<br />De te percorrer.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>De estar em mim...<br />De te explorar cada milímetro<br />Todos os odores<br />Todos os sabores.<br /><br />(O teu cheiro a terra lavada<br />Mistura-se com o sabor a noite acabada)<br />E tu querias tudo<br />Como se eu quisesse o nada!<br /><br />Foi do teu querer<br />E do meu...<br />Que a nossa madrugada nasceu.</strong></span><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Su@vissima</span></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p align="left"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-8658081799629369433?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-47092275874104187412008-04-09T18:59:00.003+01:002008-04-09T18:58:54.299+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R_VxHhEC8OI/AAAAAAAABVQ/lSmmATmn8GY/s1600-h/vazio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185174919935357154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R_VxHhEC8OI/AAAAAAAABVQ/lSmmATmn8GY/s400/vazio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Faz mil anos...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Escrevo-te</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>E o meu corpo cede</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Arrepiado...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>À lembrança do momento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Em que te sentiu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Extasiado...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Em ondas de prazer.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Sabes?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>A noite tem o teu olhar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Vejo-o no luar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Espelhado...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Na brisa que entra pela janela</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Acariciando-me o labirinto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Suado...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Em ondas de prazer.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>E sabes que mais?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Gosto-te assim menino</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Repousando o desejo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Molhado...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Pela sede de mil anos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Num devasso momento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Aprisionado...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>De braços abertos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Inundado...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Em ondas de prazer.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-4709227587410418741?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-25726467943449492272008-04-02T23:12:00.000+01:002008-04-02T23:46:20.715+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R_QKIhEC8NI/AAAAAAAABVI/hO1Z0cF6Rf8/s1600-h/Henry+Asencio+daydream.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184780212440854738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R_QKIhEC8NI/AAAAAAAABVI/hO1Z0cF6Rf8/s400/Henry+Asencio+daydream.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Ensina-me o silêncio da pele...<br /><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Sinto-te no dia, na noite, na madrugada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Deslizando a fome e a sede de pele calada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Caminhando na margem das dunas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Cascatas de mãos em água lavada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Em tantas luas de bem-querer.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>A Primavera geme sabores a amoras</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Floresce versos de que te enamoras</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Caminhando na margem das dunas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>A nudez em tempo feito de horas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Em tantas luas de bem-querer.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Fala-me de ti amor, ensina-me a madrugada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Caminhando na margem das dunas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>O vício que se perde pela pele calada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Em tantas luas de bem-querer.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">Su@vissima</span></a></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-2572646794344949227?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-55122092810010184852008-03-31T22:25:00.003+01:002008-03-31T22:28:40.251+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-1cKREC8KI/AAAAAAAABUw/Oqfu8Q7yVw0/s1600-h/sonho+sem+asas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182900077622128802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-1cKREC8KI/AAAAAAAABUw/Oqfu8Q7yVw0/s400/sonho+sem+asas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>No teu regaço...</strong></span></div><span style="color:#6666cc;"><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>O meu sonho sabe o teu nome</strong></span> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>(Chama por ti...)</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Diz-me malmequeres de bem querer</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Para o vento te aprender</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Geme...Grita</strong></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Até que cai de cansaço</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E se aquieta no teu regaço...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Quase dormente</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>De ti ausente</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E depois...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Levanta-se</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>E nas mil paredes do quarto</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Escreve-te</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>O meu sonho, conhece-te!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>(E chama por ti...)</strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">Su@vissima</span></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-5512209281001018485?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-43139499858043262992008-03-27T20:12:00.002Z2008-03-27T20:23:52.683Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R6KLPsrjPTI/AAAAAAAABPY/Bj4rSlEFfPc/s1600-h/christian+coigny21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161841224728132914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R6KLPsrjPTI/AAAAAAAABPY/Bj4rSlEFfPc/s400/christian+coigny21.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>...E porque te gosto as noites aqui</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Caminham assim...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Custam-me as noites sem ti</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Frias e por demais vazias</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Decididamente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Porque tinhas que as adormecer aqui.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Custa-me ouvir o silêncio da lua</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E dar resposta à minha pele</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Que sofregamente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Procura o toque da tua pele nua.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Custa-me abraçar a madrugada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Com desejos de te ver chegar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E avidamente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Sentir-me pela tua boca, beijada.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Custa-me adormecer e acordar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Com os sonhos em desalinho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E ansiosamente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Os sentir nas veias, a pulsar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Porque te gosto...</strong></span><br /><br /></span><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;">Su@vissima</span></a><span style="color:#339999;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-4313949985804326299?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-50632648302790935822008-03-25T18:29:00.000Z2008-03-25T23:49:56.944Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-V88BEC8HI/AAAAAAAABUY/rXIYLxpeQCo/s1600-h/beijamos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180684316879024242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="319" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-V88BEC8HI/AAAAAAAABUY/rXIYLxpeQCo/s400/beijamos.jpg" width="292" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Fruto do meu chão...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Bebo-te as palavras...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Mas tu não cabes em mim!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Sobras-me em pedaços de silêncio</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Caídos no meu chão...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Como pétalas caídas pelo jardim</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>E a ausência do não</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Faz-se inteiro do agora sim.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Bebo-te os gestos...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Que jorram em brisas de mar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>No percurso do corpo submerso</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Das sombras da tarde...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>No desejo náufrago de engravidar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>O ventre que por ti arde</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Em pele despida de olhar.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Bebo-te os beijos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>A boca, a pele </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>E o sumo dos desejos.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>(Bebo-te, porque tenho sede de ti!)</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-5063264830279093582?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-68594631579923162042008-03-21T14:38:00.002Z2008-03-22T22:19:25.675Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-GUGhEC8GI/AAAAAAAABUQ/-o-Y3ySGnTg/s1600-h/borboleta1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179583886128246882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="349" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-GUGhEC8GI/AAAAAAAABUQ/-o-Y3ySGnTg/s400/borboleta1.jpg" width="377" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Uma história de paixão...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Apetece-me...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Escrever sobre a nossa cumplicidade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>(Sim é contigo poesia!)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>A nossa é uma história de paixões</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Com velas vermelhas de saudade. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Escrevo-te de olhar vendado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>E barcos à solta no coração</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Caminhando até ti, pé ante pé</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Como se sempre te tivesse amado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Nesse êxtase em ebulição</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>De gesto doce e enfeitiçado.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Reconheço-me em ti, sem me conhecer...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Reinvento-me em ti, sem me aprender...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Quando os meus dedos fechados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Te adivinham os desejos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>E me deixam de versos derramados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Chorando palavras e beijos.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Às vezes perco-me de ti...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>E fico-me parada a três palmos da Primavera</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Ouvindo-te a música que me olha e espera.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Ontem sonhei que era semente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>De um qualquer passado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Raiz das árvores da tua floresta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Palavras em boca de presente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Num verso ainda não declamado.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Hoje, ofereço-te letras de madrugada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Num toque suave e despudorado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>À mercê dos tempos, desenhado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Entre o contorno dos lábios</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>E uma rima de paixão deliciada.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>(...Tem dias em que te sonho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>E quando acordo já cá não estás...)</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6859463157992316204?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-56953686418441610262008-03-18T20:17:00.005Z2008-03-18T20:46:42.799Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-AkgqFqD4I/AAAAAAAABUA/dv6qR5QiZUY/s1600-h/silent+nigth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179179714948501378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-AkgqFqD4I/AAAAAAAABUA/dv6qR5QiZUY/s400/silent+nigth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>No silêncio da cintura...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A sede dos lençóis</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Espalha-se devagar pela garganta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Num vício calmo que me espanta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E se reinventa em breve nudez...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A noite que se demora e agiganta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Roça a boca madura com languidez.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Os lábios voam uma e outra vez</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Pela memória da cama em alvoroço</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Descendo pelo silêncio de pescoço</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Até aos seios da noite macia...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Saboreando o caminho do dorso</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Abraçado em cintura de acalmia.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Enroscam-se as pernas longas do dia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Em prazer mordiscado, passo a passo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Enquanto do umbigo ao cansaço</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>O suor acima dos joelhos, deslizava</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Quando o teu desejo no meu entrou...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E a sede dos lençóis...Saciou!</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-5695368641844161026?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-35455445529794361422008-03-13T22:23:00.004Z2008-03-13T22:45:16.276Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R9mpnqFqD2I/AAAAAAAABTw/DW4RjW_60Vg/s1600-h/Dave+Swanson+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177355745417105250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R9mpnqFqD2I/AAAAAAAABTw/DW4RjW_60Vg/s400/Dave+Swanson+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>O chão de hoje...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Hoje...Não me procures o silêncio</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Nem a cor transparente da poesia...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Deixa-me ficar por aqui ou por ali</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Tranquilamente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Molemente...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>A olhar gotas de céu em azul melodia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Que bailam com o vento e caem exaustas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>(Pelo chão que se fez dia...)</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Hoje...Encontrei algures uma ilha</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Em que a terra se esconde entre navegar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>E o silêncio da palavra perdida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Namorando...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Devorando...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>O sal das tempestades de mar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>E descobrindo a terra prometida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>(Que é o chão do teu corpo...)</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Hoje...Aprendi que a vertigem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>É causada pela certeza do nada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>E deixa-me de joelhos fechados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Esquecida...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Despida...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Pela dúvida da garganta molhada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Gemente de sabores acerejados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>(Que é o chão de nós...)</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-3545544552979436142?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-42137989412562620482008-03-12T18:11:00.001Z2008-03-12T18:21:34.841Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R9cHYaFqD1I/AAAAAAAABTo/ENxtq1S9-dU/s1600-h/vestida+de+Primavera.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176614412586979154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R9cHYaFqD1I/AAAAAAAABTo/ENxtq1S9-dU/s400/vestida+de+Primavera.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Asas de borboleta...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>A Primavera aproxima-se, devagar<br />Vejo ninhos de asas construídos<br />Por entre as flores do olhar<br />E os pássaros voam, voam pela rota dos sonhos<br />Até a tua noite desnudar<br />E aí nascem tulipas violetas<br />Que deixam o dia florir a cantar.<br /><br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Na saliva das pétalas, riem borboletas<br />Subindo o dia em degraus de seda<br />Enquanto o vento e suas ninfetas<br />Se deliciam na beleza de uma rosa amarela<br />Que na tarde se faz poente de cançonetas.<br /><br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>A noite pinta de púrpura aguarela<br />A terra, porque o Sol está para lá do mar<br />E a lua perde-se entre os braços do luar.<br /><br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>No jardim guarda-se o segredo da tela<br />Inacabada, que um sonho irá terminar<br />Quando for tempo do Verão começar.<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Hoje o sonho escreve em doces de canela<br />Prometendo às noites do olhar<br />Que a Primavera se aproxima, devagar.</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-4213798941256262048?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-44713746322070882922008-03-08T11:30:00.000Z2008-03-08T11:39:37.171Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R9G7KaFqDxI/AAAAAAAABTI/7Yvu69pEQok/s1600-h/Tkachenko+Roman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175123234301546258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R9G7KaFqDxI/AAAAAAAABTI/7Yvu69pEQok/s400/Tkachenko+Roman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Porque tu és o Homem...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Adormeci em pele de mulher-menina</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Num sonho que me navega o horizonte</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Em mar (chão) de leveza feminina</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>(Chegarei a bom porto, logo que o dia desponte).</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Ombro no ombro, num doce marear</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Teu barco usando a brisa das estrelas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Meu corpo no teu, içando velas.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Juntos mordiscamos o luar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Com bocas de língua ansiosa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Descobrindo trilhos de maré sequiosa.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Rendo-me à sede do teu mar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Ancoro as pernas na tua cintura</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>E o Amor faz-se em nós com loucura.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Acordei em leito de amante-mulher</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Aquela que teima</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>No fogo que queima</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>(E se liberta em prazer).</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Porque tu Homem, és o Sol</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Fogo do meu lençol...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Que me faz assim...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Menina, amante, Mulher.</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">Su@vissima</span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-4471374632207088292?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-63408427289169788942008-03-06T19:57:00.003Z2008-03-06T20:33:23.705Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R9BUpJHd6CI/AAAAAAAABTA/AQdgBtn3SFo/s1600-h/fifteen2_lady.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174729037647308834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="413" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R9BUpJHd6CI/AAAAAAAABTA/AQdgBtn3SFo/s400/fifteen2_lady.jpg" width="304" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RoJXyqTUzkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/SKsLQQR_NeY/s1600-h/rosa+no+livro.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Página a página...<br /><br /></span></p></strong></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Abro-te o livro...<br />Passeio-me por entre palavras<br />Que não ousam falar comigo<br />Outras debruçadas na janela...<br />Abrem-me o postigo<br />Contando um romance de gotas de mar<br />De um tempo quase presente (tão antigo).<br /><br /></strong></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Desfolho o livro...<br />E as páginas fixam o meu olhar<br />Vigiando-me os gestos (de mendigo).<br /><br /></p></strong></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>A meio do livro...<br />Oiço o silêncio de quem o escreveu<br />Traz-me a ausência de alguém<br />Acolhe-me com o beijo que me deu<br />Lá longe! Tão longe!<br />(Mas que não esqueceu).<br /></p></strong></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Sabes? Vou fechar o teu livro!<br />Esquecer o tempo em que nele escrevia<br />Vou procurar palavras pintadas de ruas<br />Entre noites com marés de dia<br />E dias com outro mar de luas.<br />(Na próxima vida, escrevo um livro de minha autoria!)<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="mailto:Su@vissima"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;">Su@vissima</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"> </span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></p><br /><p align="center"> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23183128-6340842728916978894?l=suavedeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23183128.post-25328824896242482062008-03-04T19:34:00.003Z2008-03-04T19:47:38.990Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R82klJHd6BI/AAAAAAAABS4/r7jsp-dC3ZQ/s1600-h/Carrie+Graber+(let%27s_dance).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173972504927922194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="376" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R82klJHd6BI/AAAAAAAABS4/r7jsp-dC3ZQ/s400/Carrie+Graber+(let%27s_dance).jpg" width="262" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Se quiseres...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Pedes-me uma melodia colorida</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>(Se quiseres)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Na ressonância do ângulo da paixão</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Serei o violino da tua foz, despida.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Pedes-me um bailado entre a mão</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>(Se quiseres)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Ao mordiscar-me o percurso do olhar</strong></span></div><div a