<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339</id><updated>2011-10-23T05:33:12.532-03:00</updated><category term='Poetrix'/><category term='Poetizando'/><category term='Poema'/><category term='Meu Universo'/><category term='Curiosidades'/><category term='Poerotizando'/><category term='Entretenimento'/><title type='text'>UNIVERSO PARTICULAR</title><subtitle type='html'>"A essência do Ser encontra-se no Interior de cada um;
O melhor de nós encontra-se no nosso íntimo; 
É lá que cada um vive o seu UNIVERSO PARTICULAR".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>542</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-3543218542176841656</id><published>2011-10-17T00:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:26:06.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem inspiração para escrever ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Tá faltando você nas minhas noites)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTt1jRlR1Gs/TpufWeMTdtI/AAAAAAAACcA/pQZEkqDjMDE/s1600/300514_225718814154407_157874747605481_637078_1266330355_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTt1jRlR1Gs/TpufWeMTdtI/AAAAAAAACcA/pQZEkqDjMDE/s400/300514_225718814154407_157874747605481_637078_1266330355_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-3543218542176841656?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3543218542176841656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3543218542176841656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/10/sem-inspiracao-para-escrever.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTt1jRlR1Gs/TpufWeMTdtI/AAAAAAAACcA/pQZEkqDjMDE/s72-c/300514_225718814154407_157874747605481_637078_1266330355_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-3769356164034899670</id><published>2011-10-17T00:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:16:19.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDQ7p6U01_o/TpuX2wK47CI/AAAAAAAACbg/Xc8UKxZ_ztw/s1600/317013_170503603037111_134662076621264_343458_599563021_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDQ7p6U01_o/TpuX2wK47CI/AAAAAAAACbg/Xc8UKxZ_ztw/s400/317013_170503603037111_134662076621264_343458_599563021_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;os  pés &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na  terra. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;abrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;as asas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e voar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no espaço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entre &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o céu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a terra"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marina Elali e Alexandre Pires&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-1079449190583913492?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1079449190583913492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1079449190583913492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-me-ame-com-os-pes-na-terra.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDQ7p6U01_o/TpuX2wK47CI/AAAAAAAACbg/Xc8UKxZ_ztw/s72-c/317013_170503603037111_134662076621264_343458_599563021_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-7345614361859401934</id><published>2011-09-24T23:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T23:56:18.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-clWqqF7JhPQ/Tn6kmhwqUaI/AAAAAAAACbc/mjQbN9xFMq4/s1600/abdomemao1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-clWqqF7JhPQ/Tn6kmhwqUaI/AAAAAAAACbc/mjQbN9xFMq4/s1600/abdomemao1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vontade de você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De sentir seu gosto misturado ao meu &lt;br /&gt;Suas mãos explorando, buscando meu prazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provocando uma descarga elétrica que corre pelo meu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E explode em orgasmo dentro de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir sua língua brincando com a minha, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buscando pelo beijo que provoca, excita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudades dos momentos juntos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde palavras são olhares,  toques, sensações&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o silencio, gemidos, sussuros..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem pra junto de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa tocá-lo de novo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acariciar sua pele, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir seu suor brotar nos poros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E molhar meu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incendiá-lo&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&amp;nbsp; sentir seu fogo dentro de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queimando até o limite, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feito vulcão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que explode &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&amp;nbsp;depois  faz repousar o desejo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que um dia desperta com vontade de você, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outra vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-7345614361859401934?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7345614361859401934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7345614361859401934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/09/vontade-de-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-clWqqF7JhPQ/Tn6kmhwqUaI/AAAAAAAACbc/mjQbN9xFMq4/s72-c/abdomemao1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-2420897930652416168</id><published>2011-09-05T19:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:55:48.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHLimQyL2ZI/TmVgCj9FCMI/AAAAAAAACbU/j-9JvhzR4SM/s1600/espera_janela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHLimQyL2ZI/TmVgCj9FCMI/AAAAAAAACbU/j-9JvhzR4SM/s320/espera_janela.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Ou me quer e vem, ou não me quer e não vem. Mas que me diga logo pra que eu possa desocupar o coração. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Avisei que não dou mais nenhum sinal de vida. E não darei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é mais possível. Não vou me alimentar de ilusões. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prefiro reconhecer com o máximo de tranqüilidade possível que estou só do que ficar a mercê de visitas adiadas, encontros transferidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-2420897930652416168?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2420897930652416168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2420897930652416168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/09/ou-me-quer-e-vem-ou-nao-me-quer-e-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHLimQyL2ZI/TmVgCj9FCMI/AAAAAAAACbU/j-9JvhzR4SM/s72-c/espera_janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-4968850163944940021</id><published>2011-09-03T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:30:08.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CaBE42AkZ2w/TmJkFPNq01I/AAAAAAAACbM/ApeywOILxnc/s1600/205976_1464513710471_1762371702_742608_5156944_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CaBE42AkZ2w/TmJkFPNq01I/AAAAAAAACbM/ApeywOILxnc/s1600/205976_1464513710471_1762371702_742608_5156944_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sou composta por urgências:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minhas alegrias são intensas;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minhas tristezas, absolutas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me entupo de ausências, me esvazio de excessos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não caibo no estreito, eu só vivo nos extremos"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4968850163944940021?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-8588923152505623094</id><published>2011-09-03T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:13:44.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmaFTNAc6hQ/TmJgO_y5p7I/AAAAAAAACbE/n6l_3MedVJk/s1600/291711_188483037884861_100001694974914_519676_2229822_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmaFTNAc6hQ/TmJgO_y5p7I/AAAAAAAACbE/n6l_3MedVJk/s320/291711_188483037884861_100001694974914_519676_2229822_n.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O jeito é dar uma fugidinha com você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primeiro a gente foge, depois a gente vê."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8588923152505623094?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8588923152505623094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8588923152505623094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-jeito-e-dar-uma-fugidinha-com-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmaFTNAc6hQ/TmJgO_y5p7I/AAAAAAAACbE/n6l_3MedVJk/s72-c/291711_188483037884861_100001694974914_519676_2229822_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-4916828041516898245</id><published>2011-09-03T12:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:00:19.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGxA3qqlP5s/TmJc2IXyzNI/AAAAAAAACbA/kKwKghU9Pw8/s1600/293595_189646877769909_100001737940403_475357_3335036_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGxA3qqlP5s/TmJc2IXyzNI/AAAAAAAACbA/kKwKghU9Pw8/s320/293595_189646877769909_100001737940403_475357_3335036_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordei hoje com tal nostalgia de ser feliz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca fui livre na minha  vida inteira. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por dentro eu sempre me persegui. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me tornei  intolerável para mim mesma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo numa dualidade dilacerante. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho  uma aparente liberdade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas estou presa dentro de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4916828041516898245?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4916828041516898245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4916828041516898245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/09/acordei-hoje-com-tal-nostalgia-de-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8--Uw92RR8/Tg8gQ0AqFpI/AAAAAAAACa0/qA7pgyptIys/s320/jgf.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Solidão não é a falta de gente para conversar, namorar, passear ou fazer sexo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isto é carência!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão não é o sentimento que experimentamos pela ausência de entes queridos que não podem mais voltar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isto é saudade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão não é o retiro voluntário que a gente se impõe, às vezes, para realinhar os pensamentos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isto é equilíbrio!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão não é o claustro involuntário que o destino nos impõe compulsoriamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isto é um princípio da natureza!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão não é o vazio de gente ao nosso lado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isto é circunstância!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão é muito mais do que isto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão é quando nos perdemos de nós mesmos e procuramos em vão pela nossa alma".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4182653223607034355?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-4197865733053092136</id><published>2011-07-02T09:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T23:22:08.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelos caminhos do meu corpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWfq2JfNq4w/Tg8buKiGOtI/AAAAAAAACak/oVILD9rtPKs/s1600/ase.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWfq2JfNq4w/Tg8buKiGOtI/AAAAAAAACak/oVILD9rtPKs/s400/ase.JPG" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No abraço de corpo inteiro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfumes se misturam e excitam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãos ágeis desnudam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;expondo corpos em combustão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inflamando desejos incontrolaveis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surfista na minha pele, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desliza seus lábios por mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;provocando ondas de calor e arrepios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em marulho, no ápice do meu delirio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alpinista no meu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobe montanhas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;percorre planícies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em direção ao vale &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde está a nascente do meu gozo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E bebe do meu prazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deleita com meus suspiros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satisfaz com meus gemidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homem dos meus desejos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me envolve, me arrebata &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e na junção dos nossos corpos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me penetra, me excita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e me faz Mulher. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4197865733053092136?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-6559106009942659559</id><published>2011-06-18T09:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T09:51:18.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sussurros e (En)Canto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmnOH-bAAL4/TfyryIl7YsI/AAAAAAAACac/tLJI_aCoOWs/s1600/casal3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmnOH-bAAL4/TfyryIl7YsI/AAAAAAAACac/tLJI_aCoOWs/s1600/casal3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sussurra no meu ouvido, palavras doces que me deliciam;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ideias loucas que me fascinam;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fantasias tais que me envolvam em lençóis de nuvens;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhos que me transportem através do vento, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quebrando limites e conceitos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sussurra também, as tuas carências, sem medo, pleno e real, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para que eu te preencha inteiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não permitas que a “claridade” rompa a janela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ofusque sua visão de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao contrario, que ela te conduza aos meus braços&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comigo, esqueça o mundo lá fora &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e entregue-se sem medidas e sem reservas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te recebo, te acolho e me dôo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não temas, não te afastes.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se preferir..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encosta teu corpo no meu com carinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu canto baixinho no teu ouvido!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-6559106009942659559?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toma-me pra si, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surpreenda-me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conquista-me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz-me apaixonar por você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entra no meu coração e apodere-se dele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conquiste meus sentimentos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prenda-me na teia dos seus desejos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realize meus sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mexa com minha cabeça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz-me desejá-lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ser sua &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E do mesmo modo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sejas meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não fujas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa tomá-lo para mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surpreende-lo, tocar seus sentimentos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apaixone-se por mim, sem medos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entregue-se inteiro, sem limites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero sentir a fúria dos seus desejos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero você dependente de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu de você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conquista-me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cola em mim, seja minha sombra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu dia, minha noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sejas meu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero me reviver com você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-2906304606571011577?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2906304606571011577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2906304606571011577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/05/reviver-com-voce.html' title='Reviver com você'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5gvsBFbjdWg/Tc3tXiNSGjI/AAAAAAAACaI/DfcahpBMY-k/s72-c/%2528E%2529_Imersa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-1892470254099316305</id><published>2011-04-25T20:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:01:03.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAMAS FEMININO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k39Spai1rvs/TbYVB2f9gPI/AAAAAAAACZU/nov91lk_azs/s1600/dramasfeminino.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" 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O que venho contar aqui hoje é mais dedicado aos homens do que às mulheres. Acho importante que eles saibam o que se passa nos bastidores. Você, mulher, está flertando um Zé Ruela qualquer. Com sorte, ele acaba te chamando para sair. Vamos supor, um jantar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele diz, como se fosse a coisa mais simples do mundo 'Vamos jantar amanhã?'. Você sorri e responde, como se fosse a coisa mais simples do mundo: 'Claro, vamos sim'. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Começou o inferno na Terra. Foi dada a largada. Você começa a se reprogramar mentalmente e pensar em tudo que tem que fazer para estar apresentável até lá. Cancela todos os seus compromissos canceláveis e começa a odisseia. Evidentemente, você também para de comer, afinal, quer estar em forma no dia do jantar e mulher sempre se acha gorda. Daqui pra frente, você começa a fazer a dieta do queijo: fica sem comer nada o dia inteiro e quando sente que vai desmaiar come uma fatia de queijo. Muito saudável.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primeira coisa: fazer mãos e pés. Quem se importa se é inverno e você provavelmente vai usar uma bota de cano alto? Mãos e pés tem que estar feitos - e lá se vai uma hora do seu dia. Vocês (homens) devem estar se perguntando 'Mão tudo bem, mas porque pé, se ela vai de botas?' Lei de Murphy. Sempre dá merda. Uma vez pensei assim e o infeliz me levou para um restaurante japonês daqueles em que tem que tirar o sapato para sentar naqueles tatames. Tomei no cu bonito! Tive que tirar o sapato com aquela sola do pé cracuda, esmalte semi-descascado e cutícula do tamanho de um champignon! Vai que ele te coloca em alguma outra situação impossível de prever que te obriga a tirar o sapato? Para nossa paz de espírito, melhor fazer mão é pé, até porque boa parte dessa raça tem uma tara bizarra por pé feminino. OBS: Isso me emputece. Passo horas na academia malhando minha bunda e o desgraçado vai reparar justamente onde? Na porra do pé! Isso é coisa de... Melhor mudar de assunto... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As mais caprichosas, além de fazer mão e pé, ainda fazem algum tratamento capilar no salão: hidratação, escova, corte, tintura, retoque de raiz, etc. Eu não faço, mas conheço quem faça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah sim, já ia esquecendo. Tem a depilação. Essa os homens não podem nem contestar. Quem quer sair com uma mulher não depilada, mesmo que seja apenas para um inocente jantar? Lá vai você depilar perna, axila, virilha, sobrancelha etc, etc. Tem mulher que depila até o cu! Mulher sofre! E lá se vai mais uma hora do seu dia. E uma hora bem dolorida, diga-se de passagem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia seguinte: É hoje seu grande dia. Quando vou sair com alguém, faço questão da dar uma passada na academia no dia, para malhar desumanamente até quase cuspir o pulmão. Não, não é para emagrecer, é para deixar minha bunda e minhas pernas enormes e durinhas (elas ficam inchadas depois de malhar).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geralmente, o Zé Ruela não comunica onde vai levar a gente. Surge aquele dilema da roupa. Com certeza você vai errar, resta escolher se quer errar para mais ou para menos. Se te serve de consolo, ele não vai perceber. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alias, ele não vai perceber nada. Você pode aparecer de Armani ou enrolada em um saco de batatas, tanto faz. Eles não reparam em detalhe nenhum, mas sabem dizer quando estamos bonitas (só não sabem o porquê). Mas, é como dizia Angie Dickinson: 'Eu me visto para as mulheres e me dispo para os homens'. Não tem como, a gente se arruma, mesmo que eles não reparem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escolhida a roupa, com a resignação que você vai errar, para mais ou para menos, vem a etapa do banho. Depois do banho e do cabelo, vem a maquiagem. Nessa etapa eu perco muito tempo. Lá vai a babaca separar cílio por cílio com palito de dente depois de passar rímel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois vem a hora de se vestir. Homens não entendem, mas tem dias que a gente acorda gorda. É sério, no dia anterior o corpo estava lindo e no dia seguinte... LEITOA! Não sei o que é (provavelmente nossa imaginação), mas eu juro que acontece. Muitas vezes você compra uma roupa para um evento, na loja fica linda e na hora de sair fica uma merda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se for um desses dias em que seu corpo está uma merda e o espelho está de sacanagem com a sua cara, é provável que você acabe com um pilha de roupas recusadas em cima da cama, chorando, com um armário cheio de roupa gritando 'EU NÃO TENHO ROOOOOUUUUUPAAAA'. O chato é ter que refazer a maquiagem. E quando você inventa de colocar aquela calça apertada e tem que deitar na cama e pedir para outro ser humano enfiar ela em você? Uma gracinha, já vai para o jantar lacrada a vácuo. Se espirrar a calça perfura o pâncreas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, você achou uma roupa que ficou boa. Vem o dilema da lingerie. Salvo raras exceções, roupa feminina (incluindo lingerie) ou é bonita, ou é confortável.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você olha para aquela sua calcinha de algodão do tamanho de uma lona de circo. Ela é confortável. E cor de pele. Praticamente um método anticoncepcional. Você pensa 'Eu não vou dar para ele hoje mesmo, que se foooda'. Você veste a calcinha. Aí bate a culpa. Eu sinto culpa se ando com roupa confortável, meu inconsciente já associou estar bem vestida a sofrimento. Aí você começa a pensar 'E se mesmo sem dar para ele, ele pode acabar vendo a minha calcinha... Vai que no restaurante tem uma escada e eu tenho que subir na frente dele... se ele olhar para essa calcinha, broxará para todo o sempre comigo...'. Muito p... da vida, você tira a sua calcinha amiga e coloca uma daquelas porras mínimas e rendadas, que com certeza vão ficar entrando na sua bunda a noite toda. Melhor prevenir. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os sapatos. Vale o mesmo que eu disse sobre roupas: ou é bonito, ou é confortável. Geralmente, quando tenho um encontro importante, opto por UMA PEÇA de roupa bem bonita e desconfortável, e o resto menos bonito mas confortável. FATO: Lei de Murphy impera. Com certeza me vai ser exigido esforço da parte comprometida pelo desconforto. Exemplo: Vou com roupa confortável e sapato assassino. Certeza que no meio da noite o animal vai soltar um 'Sei que você adora dançar, vamos sair para dançar! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tento fazer parecer que as lágrimas são de emoção. Uma vez, um sapato me machucou tanto, mas tanto, que fiz um bilhete para mim mesma e colei no sapato, para lembrar de nunca mais usar!. Porque eu não dei o sapato? Porra... me custou muito caro. Posso não usá-lo, mas quero tê-lo. Eu sei, eu sei, materialista do caralho. Vou voltar como besouro de esterco na próxima encarnação e comer muito coco para ver se evoluo espiritualmente! Mas por hora, o sapato fica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois que você está toda montadinha, lutando mentalmente com seus dilemas do tipo 'será que dou para ele? É o terceiro encontro, talvez eu deva dar...' Começa a bater a ansiedade. Cada uma lida de um jeito. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho um faniquito e começo a dizer que não quero ir. Não para ele, ligo para a infeliz da minha melhor amiga e digo que não quero mais ir, que sair para conhecer pessoas é muito estressante, que se um dia eu tiver um AVC é culpa dessa tensão toda que eu passei na vida toda em todos os primeiros encontros e que quero voltar tartaruga na próxima encarnação. Ela, coitada, escuta pacientemente e tenta me acalmar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora imaginem vocês, se depois de tudo isso, o filho da p..... liga e cancela o encontro? 'Surgiu um imprevisto, podemos deixar para semana que vem?'. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gente, não é má vontade ou intransigência, mas eu acho inadmissível uma coisa dessas, a menos que seja algo muito grave! Eu fico p..., p..., pu... da vida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claro, na cabecinha deles não custa nada mesmo, eles acham que é simples, que a gente levantou da cama e foi direto pro carro deles. Se eles soubessem o trabalho que dá, o estresse, o tempo perdido... nunca ousariam remarcar nada. Se fode aí! Vem me buscar de maca e no soro, mas não desmarque comigo! Até porque, a essas alturas, a dieta radical do queijo está quase te fazendo desmaiar de fome, é questão de vida ou morte a porra do jantar! NÃO CANCELEM ENCONTROS A MENOS QUE TENHA ACONTECIDO ALGO MUITO, MUITO, GRAVE! DO TIPO...MORRER A MÃE OU O PAI TER UM AVC NO TRÂNSITO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supondo que ele venha. Ele liga e diz que está chegando. Você passa perfume, escova os dentes e vai. Quando entra no carro já toma um eufemismo na lata 'HUMMM... tá cheirosa!' (tecla sap: 'Passou muito perfume, porra'). Ele nem sequer olha para a sua roupa. Ele não repara em nada, ele acha que você é assim ao natural. Eu não ligo, porque acho que homem que repara muito é meio viado, mas isso frustra algumas mulheres. E se ele for tirar a sua roupa, grandes chances dele tirar a calça junto com a calcinha e nem ver. Pois é, Minha Amiga, você passou a noite toda com a rendinha atochada no rego (que por sinal custou muito caro) para nada. Homens, vocês sabiam que uma boa calcinha, de marca, pode custar o mesmo que um MP4? Favor tirar sem rasgar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando é comigo, passo tanto estresse que chego no jantar com um pouco de raiva do cidadão. No meio da noite, já não sinto mais meus dedos dos pés, devido ao princípio de gangrena em função do sapato de bico fino. Quando ele conta piadas e ri eu penso 'É, eu também estaria de bom humor, contando piada, se não fosse essa calcinha intra-uterina raspando no colo do meu útero'. A culpa não é deles, é minha, por ser surtada com a estética. Sinto o estômago fagocitando meu fígado, mas apenas belisco a comida de leve. Fico constrangida de mostrar toda a minha potência estomacal assim, de primeira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para finalizar, quero ressaltar que eu falei aqui do desgaste emocional e da disponibilidade de tempo que um encontro nos provoca. Nem sequer entrei no mérito do DINHEIRO. Pois é, tudo isso custa caro. Vou fazer uma estimativa POR BAIXO, muito por baixo, porque geralmente pagamos bem mais do que isso e fazemos mais tratamentos estéticos: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roupa............... R$ 200,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lingerie.... ......... R$ 80,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maquiagem... R$ 50,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sapato...... R$ 150,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depilação..... R$ 50,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mão e pé........... R$ 25,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfume..... R$ 80,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pílula anticoncepcional. R$ 20,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou seja, JOGANDO O VALOR BEM PARA BAIXO, gastamos, no barato, R$ 500,00 para sair com um Zé Ruela. Entendem porque&amp;nbsp;o HOMEM TEM QUE PAGAR O MOTEL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8566990302301948494?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8566990302301948494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8566990302301948494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/odisseia-feminina.html' title='ODISSÉIA FEMININA'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-8814303319687118847</id><published>2011-04-25T20:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:27:09.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MARIDO x OUTRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;O MARIDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGawvCmwVqE/TbYL1sUFPbI/AAAAAAAACZM/Iuo11Q5jybE/s1600/omarido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGawvCmwVqE/TbYL1sUFPbI/AAAAAAAACZM/Iuo11Q5jybE/s1600/omarido.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O OUTRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DabjfOzbF0/TbYMXyxZSAI/AAAAAAAACZQ/cwiGv4rUVAw/s1600/ooutro.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DabjfOzbF0/TbYMXyxZSAI/AAAAAAAACZQ/cwiGv4rUVAw/s320/ooutro.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi provado, após acompanhamento de vários casos, que toda mulher precisa de dois homens: um em casa e outro fora de casa.&amp;nbsp;É fácil entender. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O marido cuida da parte financeira, paga as contas dos filhos, da esposa e da casa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&amp;nbsp;O outro cuida de você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;- O marido fala dos problemas, das contas a pagar, das dificuldades do dia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&amp;nbsp;O outro fala da saudade que sentiu de você durante a sua ausência.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&amp;nbsp;O marido compra uma roupa nova para ir a um compromisso de trabalho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O outro tira essa mesma roupa só pra você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&amp;nbsp;O marido dorme com aquela camiseta velha e de cueca as vezes até de meia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O outro dorme completamente nu, abraçadinho a você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O marido reclama das coisas que tem que consertar em casa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O outro te recebe no apartamento onde tudo funciona perfeitamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&amp;nbsp;O marido telefona pra casa e fica perguntando o que tem que comprar no supermercado, padaria e etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O outro telefona só pra dizer que comprou um champagne que você vai adorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O marido reclama do chefe, do trabalho, do cansaço de acordar cedo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&amp;nbsp;O outro reclama a sua ausência e os dias que fica sem te ver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, você vai me perguntar :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por que não trocar o marido pelo amante?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo simples fato de que o amante se for viver com você, passará para o papel de marido e logo, logo, você precisará arrumar outro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8814303319687118847?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8814303319687118847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8814303319687118847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/marido-x-outro.html' title='MARIDO x OUTRO'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGawvCmwVqE/TbYL1sUFPbI/AAAAAAAACZM/Iuo11Q5jybE/s72-c/omarido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-3480397794913167398</id><published>2011-04-18T01:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T01:38:09.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cio ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8y-LMdlpS7c/TavMaAzKlZI/AAAAAAAACZI/o8UjDUllQAw/s1600/155-25D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8y-LMdlpS7c/TavMaAzKlZI/AAAAAAAACZI/o8UjDUllQAw/s320/155-25D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanheço feito gata no cio exalando tesão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu corpo arrepia. Meu útero contrai. Preciso extravasar esse desejo, mas estou só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As lembranças de nós dois provocam ainda mais o meu desejo de senti-lo dentro de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu corpo arrepia ao menor pensamento do seu toque.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há muito a fazer senão tomar um banho para resfriar o corpo na tentativa de aliviar a tensão que a vontade de você me causa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixo a água fria cair sobre minha cabeça, molhar meus cabelos. Ela escorre sobre minha pele fazendo-me lembrar da sensação do seu abraço molhado, envolvendo-me pelas costas, roçando seu sexo teso em mim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu corpo vibra.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A água fria não apaga meu fogo e resignada me deixo levar pelas lembranças de nós dois.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignoro a sua ausência e me toco buscando nas caricias a sua presença ao meu lado instigando meus instintos sexuais que estão a flor da pele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minhas mãos são suas mãos, minha pele a sua pele, meu sexo seu sexo.. Você está em mim e todos os meus sentidos aguçam para te sentir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com os olhos cerrados e a pele molhada ensabôo meu corpo inteiro deixando-o escorregadio ao toque para que as mãos deslizem por ele provocantemente. O tesão reage ao toque nos meus seios. Passeio por eles sentindo meus mamilos arrepiados, túmidos. Aperto-os entre os dedos me deliciando da gostosa sensação e penso na sua boca que avidamente sempre busca por eles enquanto suas mãos ousadamente me desnuda. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acaricio a barriga em movimentos circulares e sigo em direção ao púbis cuidadosamente depilado para te receber. Passeio meus dedos pela vagina e toco o clitóris acariciando-o com suave pressão até escorregar os dedos para dentro de mim na busca do prazer que você me dá quando me possui e me consome com o vai e vem dos nossos corpos sincronizados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O cheiro do meu cio toma conta do banheiro. Levo as mãos a boca e me delicio do meu gosto lambendo meus dedos que brincavam dentro de mim como faz sua língua e sua boca que deliciosamente sugam meu desejo e se deliciam do meu tesão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minhas pernas tremem e já é difícil sustentar o meu corpo. O orgasmo dá sinais que está a caminho. Minha respiração está ofegante. Meu coração descompassado. A pele encrespada pelo arrepio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enterro mais fundo meus dedos em mim em busca do orgasmo que feito um vulcão em erupção faz contrair o meu ventre e o lança para fora, em jatos de prazer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O orgasmo é longo e intenso, assim como é o meu tesão por você. Meu sexo contrai em fluxos e refluxos como ondas do mar e termina em curtas contrações que vagarosamente me abandonam promovendo no meu corpo todo um relaxamento e uma sensação de leveza e bem estar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extasiada recosto no box para recuperar o domínio sobre o corpo e aos poucos me recomponho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desligo a água, puxo pela toalha e sem pressa seco meu corpo ainda com os pensamentos em você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deveria estar satisfeita, mas ainda sinto necessidade do seu corpo, da sua boca, do seu sabor e do seu cheiro em mim e comigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me visto e saio de casa desejando, mais que nunca, a sua presença real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-586wog089Qk/TZ_6zaaZt0I/AAAAAAAACZA/euVEk2NIUD4/s320/solidao3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em cada um de nós há um segredo, uma paisagem interior,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;com planícies invioláveis, vales de silêncio e paraísos secretos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero sua paixão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu fogo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua emoção mais forte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero seu sentimento mais ardente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua vontade de pronto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu desejo desprovido de cuidado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inteiro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem limites &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero a sua essência &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nela me misturar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-7580228187191664931?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-7739426439719605729</id><published>2011-04-02T22:48:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:18:23.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Respostas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yalzMMS2-wM/TZfk3b0t1LI/AAAAAAAACYY/gK1dW0uRZoA/s1600/john8xe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591189103416562866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yalzMMS2-wM/TZfk3b0t1LI/AAAAAAAACYY/gK1dW0uRZoA/s400/john8xe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero a sua vida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero o instante do desejo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me importa a sua historia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero seu presente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero sua rotina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero o inesperado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero hora marcada &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero que me supreenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero você assim, tão longe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não te quero grudado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero você em mim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bem dentro de mim.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-7739426439719605729?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7739426439719605729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7739426439719605729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/04/respostas.html' title='Respostas..'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yalzMMS2-wM/TZfk3b0t1LI/AAAAAAAACYY/gK1dW0uRZoA/s72-c/john8xe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-2191171893718469638</id><published>2011-03-29T23:04:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T17:40:11.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presa Fácil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589710404406934322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMqKEE12IwA/TZKj_0v6-zI/AAAAAAAACYA/yWh8UcvblwE/s400/donodemim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aparece no meu dia e com sutileza provoca meus instintos de fêmea apaziguados no tempo para não atazanar meu sossego.&lt;br /&gt;Insinua-se com sutileza. &lt;br /&gt;Lentamente invade meu espaço, ocupa um canto do meu Universo, se acomoda silenciosamente e com astúcia sussurra palavras que preciso ouvir. &lt;br /&gt;Com sagacidade toca minha carência, fuça meus segredos e desperta meus desejos então hibernados. &lt;br /&gt;Ardilmente me envolve e me conduz sem discrição para os seus desejos que estão a flor da pele, exalando pelos poros do seu corpo inteiro. &lt;br /&gt;E eu me deixo levar porque quero ser a detentora das suas vontades e resgatar seus desejos cativos. &lt;br /&gt;Sou presa fácil para você que, sorrateiramente desaparece do meu dia deixando um silêncio qua ainda hoje ecoa nos meus sentidos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-2191171893718469638?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2191171893718469638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2_ihSi4BbM/TYQ22K_CWLI/AAAAAAAACXw/MshBUzsW-aY/s1600/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585649742135842994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2_ihSi4BbM/TYQ22K_CWLI/AAAAAAAACXw/MshBUzsW-aY/s400/beijo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beijar sua boca&lt;br /&gt;passear minha língua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pelo seu interior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misturar nossa saliva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem tempo de parar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-2103165084034288445?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2103165084034288445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXGeBoGpizU/TYQyipQiULI/AAAAAAAACXo/E5EB542Hmrk/s1600/Nos%252520teus%252520bracos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 380px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585645008618410162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXGeBoGpizU/TYQyipQiULI/AAAAAAAACXo/E5EB542Hmrk/s400/Nos%252520teus%252520bracos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a gente caiba milimetricamente em um abraço, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que esse abraço nos sirva de esconderijo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando o que está lá fora parecer perigoso demais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-2407567689278749763?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2407567689278749763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2407567689278749763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/03/que-gente-caiba-milimetricamente-em-um.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudades de você no meu dia&lt;br /&gt;De provocar seu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do tesão que bate com a sua chegada&lt;br /&gt;De sentir o coração saltitando ao te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Da loucura que é abraçar seu corpo, beijar sua boca&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do seu abraço, do seu sorriso, da sua voz, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do seu arfar ao meu toque, do seu sussurrar no meu ouvido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudades do tesão que tem pressa de acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Da sua mão correndo minha pele, apertando minha carne,&lt;br /&gt;Saudades da sua boca se deliciando do meu gosto&lt;br /&gt;De passear seu sexo pelos meus lábios e, na boca, sentir seu sabor&lt;br /&gt;Saudades da sua rigidez, sua virilidade metida dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;num ritmo alucinante de um acasalamento selvagem&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do seu carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Do seu olhar profundo, inebriante,&lt;br /&gt;que fica melancólico e triste com minha partida&lt;br /&gt;e reluz com a minha chegada.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do seu rosto iluminado, com traços fortes, masculino&lt;br /&gt;mas ao mesmo tempo tão meigo, tão menino.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do seu peso sobre o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Saudades dos nossos risos descontraídos, extasiados&lt;br /&gt;e do silêncio calmo depois do orgasmo&lt;br /&gt;Das nossas conversas sobre assuntos inusitados e inesperados&lt;br /&gt;Das nossas discretas confidencias,&lt;br /&gt;Dos segredos íntimos, pessoais, descobertos por acaso&lt;br /&gt;ou contados espontaneamente, com timidez.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de você me estendendo a mão num convite para o banho&lt;br /&gt;e sob o chuveiro, delirar com a visão da água escorrendo pelo seu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do prazer de te ensaboar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só para aproveitar os últimos minutos juntos&lt;br /&gt;e tocar seu corpo inteiro, prolongando minha alegria de estar com você.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades, Saudades...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades minha e também sua..&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de nós dois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossa saudade de Nós. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-9201489263190248328?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/9201489263190248328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/9201489263190248328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/03/nossa-saudade-de-nos.html' title='Nossa Saudade de Nós'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"... e no meio da manhã me vi inebriada com o cheiro daquele homem no cio; com aquele corpo másculo me envolvendo por inteira; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roçando freneticamente a pele do meu corpo; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;despertando em mim o desejo de sentir seu  gosto, saborear seu orgasmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toquei-o suavemente com os meus lábios, e senti aquele macho contorcer de prazer num gemido profundo, entregando-se a mim por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomei-o!&lt;br /&gt;Agora aquele corpo em convulsão era meu&lt;br /&gt;e de posse dele, senti seu gosto deslizando a língua nele por inteiro;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei a saliva escorrer enquanto explorava cada milímetro com lambidas longas e úmidas, sentindo aquele corpo viril em violentas contrações de prazer até que num espasmo único, inundou minha boca e dele me deliciei com o seu sabor, com o seu cheiro e o seu prazer"... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-6282387154637075318?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/6282387154637075318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/6282387154637075318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7IoB7bG272k/TXsJj88CwfI/AAAAAAAACXQ/NkHTvKzGMOw/s72-c/boca.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-5951776806227318306</id><published>2011-02-22T22:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:23:29.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Te quero hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jTcLGM_KMw/TWR9U7R6-eI/AAAAAAAACXI/F2bFEciUNp0/s1600/Scotteyechart1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576720037055232482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jTcLGM_KMw/TWR9U7R6-eI/AAAAAAAACXI/F2bFEciUNp0/s400/Scotteyechart1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te quero hoje&lt;br /&gt;no meio da manhã,&lt;br /&gt;ou no começo da tarde,&lt;br /&gt;não importa...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas, te quero hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quero hoje&lt;br /&gt;porque a saudade é imensa&lt;br /&gt;e aperta meu peito&lt;br /&gt;tira meu folego&lt;br /&gt;arrepia minha pele&lt;br /&gt;faz meu corpo te desejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra que esperar tanto?&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra junto de mim&lt;br /&gt;porque minha boca anseia seu beijo&lt;br /&gt;e meu corpo sonha seu abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não demore mais&lt;br /&gt;Vem..&lt;br /&gt;Te quero hoje!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-5951776806227318306?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-1957444577705016671</id><published>2011-01-22T17:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:36:55.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs_XO10jsI/AAAAAAAACW8/LTXOAvYhkjc/s1600/doc21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565111432899759810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs_XO10jsI/AAAAAAAACW8/LTXOAvYhkjc/s400/doc21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"A tranquilidade suavizou a minha pele&lt;br /&gt;E os meus cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;Só meu ventre&lt;br /&gt;Te espera, cheio de raízes e de sombras.&lt;br /&gt;Vem, amiga&lt;br /&gt;Minha nudez é absoluta&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos são espelhos para o teu desejo&lt;br /&gt;E meu peito é tábua de suplícios&lt;br /&gt;Vem. Meus músculos estão doces para os teus dentes&lt;br /&gt;E áspera é minha barba. Vem mergulhar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Como no mar, vem nadar em mim como no mar&lt;br /&gt;Vem te afogar em mim, amiga minha&lt;br /&gt;Em mim como no mar"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-1957444577705016671?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1957444577705016671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1957444577705016671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/tranquilidade-suavizou-minha-pele-e-os.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs_XO10jsI/AAAAAAAACW8/LTXOAvYhkjc/s72-c/doc21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-7486178807396520142</id><published>2011-01-22T17:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:21:20.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs7-Yf5UMI/AAAAAAAACWs/f9xEazGv_FE/s1600/solidao_chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565107707460538562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs7-Yf5UMI/AAAAAAAACWs/f9xEazGv_FE/s400/solidao_chuva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs7wJUrSAI/AAAAAAAACWk/t7JcZqb5Iuk/s1600/solidao_chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou ajudada pela saudade mansa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e dolorida de quem eu amei. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-7486178807396520142?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7486178807396520142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7486178807396520142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/sou-ajudada-pela-saudade-mansa-e.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs7-Yf5UMI/AAAAAAAACWs/f9xEazGv_FE/s72-c/solidao_chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-3128167888827670066</id><published>2011-01-22T17:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:07:47.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs4f_BnkdI/AAAAAAAACWc/YTwBgqmZwRI/s1600/horizonte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565103886691701202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs4f_BnkdI/AAAAAAAACWc/YTwBgqmZwRI/s400/horizonte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tenho paredes. Só tenho horizontes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-3128167888827670066?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3128167888827670066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3128167888827670066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-tenho-paredes.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs4f_BnkdI/AAAAAAAACWc/YTwBgqmZwRI/s72-c/horizonte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-41816660526555995</id><published>2011-01-22T16:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:03:21.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs3kAwnOzI/AAAAAAAACWU/GWEKIthsazo/s1600/EUUuuuuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565102856365095730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs3kAwnOzI/AAAAAAAACWU/GWEKIthsazo/s400/EUUuuuuuu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quer saber o que eu penso? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você agüentaria conhecer minha verdade? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois tome. Prove. Sinta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho preguiça de quem não comete erros. Tenho profundo sono de quem prefere o morno. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu gosto do risco. Dos que arriscam. Tenho admiração nata por quem segue o coração. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu acredito nas pessoas livres. Liberdade de ser. Coragem boa de se mostrar. Dar a cara à tapa! Ser louca, estranha, chata! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou assim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho um milhão de defeitos. Sou volúvel. Sou viciada em gente. Adoro ficar sozinha. Mas eu vivo para sentir. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso, eu te peço. Me provoque. Me beije a boca. Me desafie. Me tire do sério. Me tire do tédio. Vire meu mundo do avesso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, pelo amor de Deus, me faça sentir… Um beliscãozinho que for, me dê. Eu quero rir até a barriga doer. Chorar e ficar com cara de sapo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este é o meu alimento: palavras para uma alma com fome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-41816660526555995?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/41816660526555995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/41816660526555995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2011/01/quer-saber-o-que-eu-penso-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TTs3kAwnOzI/AAAAAAAACWU/GWEKIthsazo/s72-c/EUUuuuuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-9074936818835403803</id><published>2010-12-30T01:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:37:56.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TRwMczERYvI/AAAAAAAACWE/3SJmu8hMyyM/s1600/pensamentos4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556329729152344818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TRwMczERYvI/AAAAAAAACWE/3SJmu8hMyyM/s400/pensamentos4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta saudade que não me abandona&lt;br /&gt;Que aperta o meu coração &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta saudade não me deixa esquece-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto desejo contido ao longo do dia&lt;br /&gt;Dias compridos, difíceis de serem vividos&lt;br /&gt;Dias cheios de uma vontade angustiante de te ligar&lt;br /&gt;Só para ouvir sua voz&lt;br /&gt;ou até quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;no furor do momento&lt;br /&gt;dizer que amo voce, ainda e sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! ... Esta saudade que me impede de te esquecer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-9074936818835403803?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/9074936818835403803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/9074936818835403803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/12/esta-saudade-que-nao-me-abandona-que.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TRwMczERYvI/AAAAAAAACWE/3SJmu8hMyyM/s72-c/pensamentos4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-4583253053488016913</id><published>2010-09-14T00:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T23:05:50.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecos do Prazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TI738OtMfOI/AAAAAAAACV4/HEyq6UoN8t8/s1600/Vanessa_Braun_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516619207687306466" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TI738OtMfOI/AAAAAAAACV4/HEyq6UoN8t8/s400/Vanessa_Braun_24.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 261px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha mão percorre deslizante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a pele bronzeada pelo sol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenha riscos imaginários &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que deliciam teu corpo moreno &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e aquecem meu desejo de mulher &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escultura esbelta e quente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que povoa os meus sonhos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e os transforma em filme colorido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exibido só pra mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teus olhos brilham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;mergulhando no fogo ardente dos meus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e aumentam a labareda alta do prazer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O teu perfume &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que conheço sem precisar de ver &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acorda todos os meus sentidos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixando transbordar a vontade de te possuir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu corpo estremece numa entrega total &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e se abandona ao sabor louco e selvagem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de sensações incontroláveis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nunca serão iguais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou presa fácil e espontânea &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de um comando que vem de ti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numa voz macia e rouca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que me fala em silencio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;com a força de um grito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minutos de êxtase... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedacinhos soltos da sedução &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que escreverão na memória &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma folha de vida para não mais esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tatuagem profunda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que rasgou a minha pele &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marcando para sempre o meu corpo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com o teu amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4583253053488016913?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4583253053488016913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4583253053488016913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/09/ecos-do-prazer.html' title='Ecos do Prazer'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TI738OtMfOI/AAAAAAAACV4/HEyq6UoN8t8/s72-c/Vanessa_Braun_24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-5467946485845656623</id><published>2010-07-06T15:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:12:56.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TDOAHnizW9I/AAAAAAAACVo/7Z8NcjYUe-k/s1600/axdfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490873239057161170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TDOAHnizW9I/AAAAAAAACVo/7Z8NcjYUe-k/s400/axdfs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade é solidão acompanhada,&lt;br /&gt;é quando o amor ainda não foi embora,&lt;br /&gt;mas o amado já...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou,&lt;br /&gt;é recusar um presente que nos machuca,&lt;br /&gt;é não ver o futuro que nos convida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam,&lt;br /&gt;é a dor dos que ficaram para trás,&lt;br /&gt;é o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade:&lt;br /&gt;aquela que nunca amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos:&lt;br /&gt;não ter por quem sentir saudades,&lt;br /&gt;passar pela vida e não viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maior dos sofrimentos é nunca ter sofrido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-5467946485845656623?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5467946485845656623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5467946485845656623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/07/saudade-e-solidao-acompanhada-e-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TDOAHnizW9I/AAAAAAAACVo/7Z8NcjYUe-k/s72-c/axdfs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-9205059961253261462</id><published>2010-07-05T14:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:39:47.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TDImGknDNBI/AAAAAAAACVg/hLlGsEDEq0Q/s1600/untitled4343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490492790066590738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TDImGknDNBI/AAAAAAAACVg/hLlGsEDEq0Q/s400/untitled4343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De repente tive saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da bebida que eu bebera ...&lt;br /&gt;tive saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e tentei me lembrar que gosto faltava,&lt;br /&gt;qual era a bebida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui procurando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entre copos e móveis&lt;br /&gt;e dei com sua boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade era dela&lt;br /&gt;A bebida era seu beijo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;recebi por email&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-9205059961253261462?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/9205059961253261462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/9205059961253261462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-repente-tive-saudade-da-bebida-que.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TDImGknDNBI/AAAAAAAACVg/hLlGsEDEq0Q/s72-c/untitled4343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-123435402340630346</id><published>2010-07-02T22:28:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:26:13.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar você..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TC6oYf5oM9I/AAAAAAAACVY/w-QbdcE6-44/s1600/casalseolhando2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489510134644749266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TC6oYf5oM9I/AAAAAAAACVY/w-QbdcE6-44/s400/casalseolhando2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TC6ntilYDmI/AAAAAAAACVQ/KEsn_56Eh8g/s1600/casalseolhando1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah! Como eu amo olhar você!!&lt;br /&gt;Observo-te cada pedaço e em cada um deles&lt;br /&gt;encontro as razões para te amar tanto assim.&lt;br /&gt;Você continua tendo o dom de iluminar a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega, agita o coração no meu peito;&lt;br /&gt;Altera minha respiração;&lt;br /&gt;Faz suar a palma da minha mão.&lt;br /&gt;O que me encanta tanto em você??&lt;br /&gt;Será seu jeito especial e terno de me tratar&lt;br /&gt;ou será o brilho que vejo nos seus olhos quando te fito&lt;br /&gt;e sinto neles a saudade do nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;Seus toques na minha pele falam por você&lt;br /&gt;e revelam seus desejos de me sentir em silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Me dou novamente e sempre para você...&lt;br /&gt;Só você  alcança o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-123435402340630346?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/123435402340630346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/123435402340630346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/07/olhar-voce.html' title='Olhar você..'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/TC6oYf5oM9I/AAAAAAAACVY/w-QbdcE6-44/s72-c/casalseolhando2.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-8593905129384722957</id><published>2010-04-17T21:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:36:16.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Linguiça (uma reflexão para os homens que por aqui passarem, rs)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A medida que envelheço e convivo com mulheres, valorizo mais ainda as que estão acima dos 30.&lt;br /&gt;Elas não se importam com o que você pensa, mas se dispõem de coração se você tiver a intenção de conversar.&lt;br /&gt;Se ela não quer assistir ao jogo de futebol na tv, não fica à sua volta resmungando, pirraçando... vai fazer alguma coisa que queira fazer....e geralmente é alguma coisa bem mais interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela se conhece o suficiente para saber quem é, o que quer e quem quer, elas definitivamente não ficam com quem não confiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres se tornam psicanalistas quando envelhecem, você nunca precisa confessar seus pecados... elas sempre sabem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficam lindas quando usam batom vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo não acontece com mulheres mais jovens...Por que será, heim??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres mais velhas são diretas e honestas, elas te dirão na cara se você for um idiota, caso esteja agindo como um!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca precisa se preocupar onde se encaixa na vida dela, basta agir como homem e o resto deixe que ela faça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, nós admiramos as mulheres com mais de 30 anos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente isto não é recíproco, pois para cada mulher com mais de 30 anos, estonteante, bonita, bem apanhada, sexy, e bem resolvida, existe um homem com mais de 30, careca, pançudo em bermudões amarelos, bancando o bobo para uma garota de 19 anos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhoras, eu peço desculpas por eles: não sabem o que fazem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para todos os homens que dizem: 'Porque comprar a vaca, se você pode beber o leite de graça?',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqui está a novidade para vocês: Hoje em dia 80% das mulheres são contra o casamento e sabem porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque 'as mulheres perceberam que não vale a pena comprar um porco inteiro só para ter uma lingüiça!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais justo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arnaldo Jabor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8593905129384722957?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8593905129384722957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8593905129384722957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/04/linguica.html' title='A Linguiça (uma reflexão para os homens que por aqui passarem, rs)'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-6737417989107400081</id><published>2010-04-03T14:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:31:04.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não seria a hora de optar por outro tipo de luta, por um novo sonho e por renovadas esperanças? Com menos desprezo, sem indiferença, maior e maturo amor, com mais vibração e outro entusiasmo?&lt;br /&gt;O que queremos de nós mesmos? A nossa alma é uma possibilidade infinita. Recomeçar de que maneira?&lt;br /&gt;Um recomeço profundo, de esperanças, de alegrias, de atitudes, de sensações e de vida.&lt;br /&gt;É um momento difícil e que carece de profunda autoconscientização.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas indecisões hão de continuar me perseguindo.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso superar aquilo que nos chamuscou e escolher uma estrada mais iluminada e em que possamos harmonizar a caminhada e manter o equilíbrio.&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar significa buscar mais qualidade de vida, novas sensações, mais percepção, novas potencialidades e mais firmeza de afetividade.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um eterno e fascinante aprendizado, mas aquele orgulho escondido em nossas mentes nos faz ter essa idéia de realização completa. Não estaremos realizados nunca, pois é imperioso que sempre busquemos novos rumos e novos horizontes.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso fazer uma parada, mesmo que de emergência, para contemplar tudo que já fizemos na nossa vida, procurar entender a nossa história e tentar recomeçar pelo melhor lado.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se iluda em estar pronto. Jamais estaremos prontos. A vida é um eterno e fascinante aprendizado. Temos toda uma vida vivida com luta e que construímos com sacrifício e persistência. E de repente vemos que devemos recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é bom saber que ainda há tempo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma Páscoa de Reflexão e , se necessário, Recomeço para todos que por aqui passarem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-6737417989107400081?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/6737417989107400081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/6737417989107400081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-6044613442234305086</id><published>2010-04-03T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:19:36.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S7eGqZZKvWI/AAAAAAAACVA/mF4XCXVwsxA/s1600/toque+suave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455977536511720802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S7eGqZZKvWI/AAAAAAAACVA/mF4XCXVwsxA/s400/toque+suave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-6044613442234305086?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/6044613442234305086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/6044613442234305086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S7eGqZZKvWI/AAAAAAAACVA/mF4XCXVwsxA/s72-c/toque+suave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-4071598413981905290</id><published>2010-03-19T23:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:56:24.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S6RGtvz61_I/AAAAAAAACU4/X2BNXSWn6C4/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450559200767432690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S6RGtvz61_I/AAAAAAAACU4/X2BNXSWn6C4/s400/untitled3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria ter lhe conhecido antes Muito antes...&lt;br /&gt;Para que nenhum de nós dois tivesse&lt;br /&gt;Medos ou cicatrizes...&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter estado com você&lt;br /&gt;Quando seu coração descobriu&lt;br /&gt;O que era AMOR&lt;br /&gt;Quando seu corpo descobriu&lt;br /&gt;O que era DESEJO&lt;br /&gt;E antes que pudesse sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Eu estaria do seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Amando-lhe&lt;br /&gt;Entregando-me&lt;br /&gt;E juntos poder ter aprendido&lt;br /&gt;As lições da vida e do coração...&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter lhe conhecido muito antes&lt;br /&gt;Quando suas esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Começaram a nascer...&lt;br /&gt;Quando seus sonhos ainda eram puros&lt;br /&gt;E seus ideais ainda ingênuos...&lt;br /&gt;Pena termos nos encontrado só agora&lt;br /&gt;Já com o coração viciado&lt;br /&gt;Em outros amores&lt;br /&gt;Com uma imagem meio falsa&lt;br /&gt;Do que é felicidade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Recebi por e-mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4071598413981905290?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4071598413981905290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4071598413981905290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/03/queria-ter-lhe-conhecido-antes-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S6RGtvz61_I/AAAAAAAACU4/X2BNXSWn6C4/s72-c/untitled3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-3801838649077149402</id><published>2010-03-06T03:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:25:24.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Faces de "Meu Querer-te"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445418263095154962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S5IDDyk2GRI/AAAAAAAACUs/eWLfR2WrRhk/s400/untitled30.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...com Calmaria, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feito brisa da manhã&lt;br /&gt;se espreguiçando em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;se acomodando em meu ventre...&lt;br /&gt;me pondo em suspiros insanos...&lt;br /&gt;a me lambuzar o ouvido&lt;br /&gt;com retalhos de sussurros&lt;br /&gt;a despertar minha luxúria&lt;br /&gt;em tua língua....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...com Ânsias, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;percorrendo em esmero a sinuosidade&lt;br /&gt;de minhas curvas com suas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;buscando minhas ocultas cavidades fervis&lt;br /&gt;para servir-lhe o primeiro trago&lt;br /&gt;inebriante do amanhecer... em ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...com Desejos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minha feminilidade no cio&lt;br /&gt;num total e perfeita cópula&lt;br /&gt;te engole inteiro...&lt;br /&gt;másculo, viril, quase violento&lt;br /&gt;a me socar profundamente a labiris&lt;br /&gt;num ritmado ir e vir...&lt;br /&gt;me pondo num frenético e latejante regozijo&lt;br /&gt;molhada a ardente...&lt;br /&gt;a te servir meu prazer segregando...&lt;br /&gt;escorrendo-me entre os lábios e o botão de rosas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...com Sede, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;te escorrego em minha língua&lt;br /&gt;a aprofundar minha garganta&lt;br /&gt;num navegar ávido entre o prepúcio e a glande...&lt;br /&gt;a sugar, lamber, contornar, sorver&lt;br /&gt;e me servir de teu marmóreo néctar...&lt;br /&gt;depois...mergulhar&lt;br /&gt;embriagada ...&lt;br /&gt;pelo teu odor seminal da manhã....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim é meu QUERER –TE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calmo na Ânsia de meu Desejo Sedento de você...&lt;br /&gt;Caro Estranho aos meus olhos e Íntimo aos meus desejos...&lt;br /&gt;és *praepositione de meus vazios...&lt;br /&gt;Simbiose de minh’alma de Mulher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querendo você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a.d&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-3801838649077149402?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3801838649077149402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3801838649077149402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-faces-de-meu-querer-te.html' title='As Faces de &quot;Meu Querer-te&quot;'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S5IDDyk2GRI/AAAAAAAACUs/eWLfR2WrRhk/s72-c/untitled30.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-1174675606308049738</id><published>2010-03-06T02:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:55:53.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traduzir-te...traduzindo-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445410397764942978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S5H7597_fII/AAAAAAAACUk/bIfTLLGfnAU/s400/casal123n-5b1-5d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me vens...&lt;br /&gt;Feito uma Eólica melodia...&lt;br /&gt;donde sua regência se perfaz em meu pequeno corpo de Mulher,&lt;br /&gt;povoado pelo barulho dos desejos e das paixões&lt;br /&gt;de minha deserta solidão.&lt;br /&gt;E como um acorde vens em notas&lt;br /&gt;à compor-me travessia musicada pelas entranhas&lt;br /&gt;volatilizando-me as mais sutis sensações&lt;br /&gt;decodificando-me os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;e então pondo-me a vibrar em tons jamais imaginados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim me vens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma infusão venosa me dilatando os vasos&lt;br /&gt;aumentando a velocidade em aceleração nunca antes chegada&lt;br /&gt;num retumbar único e só regido em ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guio-me em seu norte&lt;br /&gt;Celebro-o em mim... éter eflúvio!&lt;br /&gt;A me embriagar...feito dose efêmera&lt;br /&gt;como se fosse a primeira, a única, a derradeira vez... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então meus sentidos e minha lucidez se desfazem da lógica&lt;br /&gt;e rendem-se aos teus encantos musicais...&lt;br /&gt;Que me afagam com doce loucura&lt;br /&gt;e seqüestram ao insulamento de teus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;aos apelos de teus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;á espreita de entregar-me as tuas arrebatadoras carícias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo inteiro vibra à antever com loucura&lt;br /&gt;a plenitude do êxtase de estar em ti&lt;br /&gt;e arrancar-me por vez dos véus&lt;br /&gt;este invólucro a me dividir em duas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vens desfilar meu corpo em chagas de seu toque,&lt;br /&gt;já digitais reconhecidas em meus desejos de Fêmea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nos recantos do pequeno bosque da colina de minh’alma,&lt;br /&gt;onde só os numes têm acesso..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...este teu bailar de letras que ecoa em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;uma dança singela e febril...mansa e tentadora&lt;br /&gt;esculpindo-me as mais profanas fantasias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem pudor me adentras em todas as fendas&lt;br /&gt;em ritmo desconhecido ao meu compasso&lt;br /&gt;reverberando-me em suspiros&lt;br /&gt;aprontando-me ao revivescer no corpo de menina e n’alma de mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Alojando-me em seu desejo musicado e traduzindo tuas vontades&lt;br /&gt;que perfilam minhas insanidades...de Santa e Profana&lt;br /&gt;até o excelso de meus subúrbios já hauridos&lt;br /&gt;e agora me embalam em harmonia e simetria&lt;br /&gt;no que me serve a sede de taças transbordantes de néctar teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então sorvo-te ... para depois solver-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzo-te ... traduzindo-me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a.d&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-1174675606308049738?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1174675606308049738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1174675606308049738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/03/traduzir-tetraduzindo-me.html' title='Traduzir-te...traduzindo-me'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S5H7597_fII/AAAAAAAACUk/bIfTLLGfnAU/s72-c/casal123n-5b1-5d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-6701446259992266291</id><published>2010-03-06T01:55:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:57:15.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A inteligência em Escorpião</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S5Hu04ePLOI/AAAAAAAACUc/8SCJRJAWPNI/s1600-h/escorpiao.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445396016747457762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S5Hu04ePLOI/AAAAAAAACUc/8SCJRJAWPNI/s400/escorpiao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A inteligência de Escorpião vê a alma das coisas, não simplesmente as coisas; a alma das pessoas, não as pessoas. Ela é aguda, penetrante, profunda. Aptos a enxergar além do que a visão comum é capaz, os escorpianos captam o extremo, o disfarce, a máscara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na superfície de qualquer problema, eles são cegos, inoperantes, frágeis, mas quando mergulham - seja a situação amorosa, financeira ou existencial - nasce deles uma força, vitalidade e combatividade extraordinárias. Na consciência de escorpião, enquanto uma pessoa não vai até o fim de um problema, ele não se resolve. Ninguém encontra a cura para nada ou transforma uma realidade se ficou "polindo pedrinhas". Uma situação precisa ficar aguda para ser transformada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A garra e o processo de cura escorpiônico só se dá através do aprofundamento. Ninguém melhor do que eles conhecem a dor da ferida aberta e o dom de cicatrizá-la. Escorpião tem a coragem de arrebentar, quebrar e destruir para depois reerguer. É a inteligência dos cirurgiões e arquitetos, não dos maquiadores e decoradores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escorpião tem uma enorme clareza para perceber o que está morto, podre, o que precisa ser removido para que algo de bom e novo possa "re-existir". É deles a inteligência de matar e morrer para que uma nova vida se instale e também a percepção de que a crise não deve ser evitada, já que transforma e renova. A inteligência das metamorfoses é um Dom, um dote daqueles que têm o Sol em Escorpião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um fruto da consciência de Escorpião saber que na dor todas as farsas caem, tudo que é mentiroso cai. Esta é a função da dor: desmascarar. Independente do tamanho da dor ou da perda, um dia ele cicatriza, estanca. Escorpião não teme o auge de uma situação porque sabe que ele significa o início de outra. Nada fica terrível para sempre ou maravilhoso para sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toda energia quando chega ao seu pico, reverte. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Márcia Mattos - Astróloga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quer saber o tipo de consciência e inteligência do seu signo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://portodoceu.terra.com.br/signos/signos-1510.asp" target="_blank"&gt;clica aqui...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-6701446259992266291?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/6701446259992266291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/6701446259992266291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/03/inteligencia-em-escorpiao-na-mosca.html' title='A inteligência em Escorpião'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S5Hu04ePLOI/AAAAAAAACUc/8SCJRJAWPNI/s72-c/escorpiao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-5081958081512447429</id><published>2010-02-15T01:19:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:28:45.132-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...continuando com o bom humor do carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438321572578728818" border="0" alt="o-pensador-de-rodin" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3jMqCPmG3I/AAAAAAAACUU/YZUoc_JUOMw/s320/o-pensador-de-rodin.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRISE MASCULINA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando eu completei 25 anos de casado, introspectivo, olhei para minha esposa e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Querida, 25 anos atrás nós tínhamos um fusquinha, um apartamento caindo aos pedaços, dormíamos em um sofá-cama e víamos televisão em uma TV preto e branco de 14 polegadas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, todas as noites, eu dormia com uma mulher de 25 anos. E continuei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Agora nós temos uma mansão, duas Mercedes, uma cama super King Size e uma TV de plasma de 50 polegadas , mas eu estou dormindo com uma senhora de 50 anos. Parece-me que você é a única que não está evoluindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Minha esposa, que é uma mulher muito sensata, disse-me então, sem sequer levantar os olhos do que estava fazendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sem problemas. Saia de casa e ache uma mulher de 25 anos de idade que queira ficar com você. Se isso acontecer, com o maior prazer eu farei com que você, novamente, consiga viver em um apartamento caindo aos pedaços, durma em um sofá-cama e não dirija nada mais do que um fusquinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que fiquei curado da minha crise de meia-idade?&lt;br /&gt;Essas mulheres mais maduras são realmente demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E PRÁ COMPLETAR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Querida, me responda, onde está aquela mulher linda e gostosa com quem eu me casei ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher responde, sem levantar os olhos do que estava fazendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Querido! Você a comeu, olhe bem o tamanho de sua barriga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recebi por e-mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-5081958081512447429?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5081958081512447429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5081958081512447429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/02/continuando-com-o-bom-humor-do-carnaval.html' title='...continuando com o bom humor do carnaval'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3jMqCPmG3I/AAAAAAAACUU/YZUoc_JUOMw/s72-c/o-pensador-de-rodin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-6772307326978441424</id><published>2010-02-13T23:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:56:33.741-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Breve História sobre o Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 350px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437926088404665762" border="0" alt="Marques de Sapucaí no Carnaval - RJ" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3dk904whaI/AAAAAAAACUM/SG1jqy7DyAw/s400/foto_carnaval_sapucai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para homenagear o Deus Saturno, havia uma festa na Roma Antiga chamada "Saturnais". As escolas ficavam fechadas, os escravos eram soltos e as pessoas saíam às ruas para dançar. Carros (chamados de carrum navalis por serem semelhantes aos navios) levavam homens e mulheres nus em desfile. Muitos dizem que pode ter sido daí a expressão "carnavale".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Igreja Católica se opunha a estes festejos pagãos, mas, em 590, decidiu reconhecê-los. Exigiu, porém, que o dia seguinte (Quarta-Feira de Cinzas) fosse dedicado à expiação dos pecados e ao arrependimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De lá para cá, o Carnaval foi mudando aos poucos de cara. Na Idade Média, incluía sátiras aos poderosos. Os foliões se protegiam de possíveis retaliações com a desculpa de que a festa os deixava loucos (folia, em francês, significa loucura).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Brasil o início da festa é conhecido como "grito de carnaval". Antigamente os clubes promoviam festas pré-carnavalescas com este nome. Nessas festas as pessoas iam fantasiadas e cantavam e dançavam ao som de marchinhas de Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carnaval no Brasil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Carnaval brasileiro é descendente do "entrudo" português. O dicionário diz que entrudar significa molhar com água, empoar de goma ou talcos, fazer peça. E a farra era esta mesmo. No século 17, os foliões se armavam de baldes e latas cheias de água. E todos acabavam molhados. Até Dom Pedro II se divertia jogando água nos nobres. Acontecia aqui antes do início da Quaresma e durava três dias, do domingo até a terça-feira gorda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o passar dos anos, a brincadeira foi ficando mais agressiva. Água suja, farinha e talco lambuzavam as roupas dos brincalhões. Limões, laranjas e ovos eram atirados em quem estivesse na rua. Logo surgiu uma lei proibindo o entrudo. Em 1854, um chefe de polícia do Rio de Janeiro (RJ) determinou que a partir daquela data o entrudo tinha de "ser seco para não estragar as roupas mais custosas e cuidadas e não provocar desordens e confusão". O entrudo à seco se transformou no Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1892, o extinto Ministério do Interior tentou mudar a data da festa para 26 de junho. Segundo eles, tratava-se de um mês mais saudável. O povo aproveitou o ano para fazer dois carnavais. Algo parecido ocorreu em 1912. A folia foi transferida por causa da morte do Barão do Rio Branco. Novamente, houve duas festas. O jornal A Noite gozou o episódio: "Com a morte do Barão/Tivemos dois Carnavá/Ai que bom, ai que gostoso/Se morrese o marechá". O marechá, no caso, era o presidente, o marechal Hermes da Fonseca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro bloco organizado brasileiro foi o Congresso de Sumidades Carnavalescas. Fazia parte da turma o escritor José de Alencar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o primeiro baile carnavalesco ocorreu no Largo do Rocio, no Rio de Janeiro (RJ), em 1840. Foi uma iniciativa de uma atriz italiana que queria reproduzir o Carnaval de Veneza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monique Evans foi pioneira no quesito madrinha de bateria famosa. Ela estreou à frente dos percussionistas da Mangueira em 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dicionário da folia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ala das baianas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na década de 1930, era formada por homens que saíam nas laterais das escolas. Elas traziam navalhas presas às pernas para serem usadas em caso de brigas. A alas das baianas, como se conhece hoje, só viria a ser criada pela Mangueira nos anos 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confetes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era a munição usada na disputa entre os cordões. Chegaram ao Brasil em 1892. As serpentinas serviram para substituir as flores que eram atiradas para saudar a passagem dos carros alegóricos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corsos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Entre 1907 e 1930, as famílias usavam seus carros para se divertir. Montados nos capôs e nas capotas dos veículos, homens e mulheres mascarados e fantasiados jogavam confetes e serpentinas uns nos outros. Essas carreatas eram chamadas de "corsos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desfiles de fantasia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirados nos bailes de máscara do Carnaval de Veneza, os desfiles de fantasia do Teatro Municipal do Rio de Janeiro começaram em 1937. Clóvis Bornay foi o vencedor do primeiro concurso com a fantasia Príncipe Hindu. Caçula de 12 irmãos, Bornay nasceu em 1916 em Nova Friburgo, no Estado do Rio de Janeiro. O concurso durou até 1972. Seu maior adversário era o costureiro baiano Evandro de Castro Lima. Bornay morreu no dia 9 de outubro de 2005, aos 89 anos. O carnavalesco foi vítima de uma parada cardiorrespiratória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lança-perfume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lança-perfume foi trazido da França em 1906. Era feito com perfume e cloreto de etila. Até o final dos anos 50, o máximo da ousadia era espirrar um jato gelado nas pernas das moças. Não se sabe quem inventou a moda de cheirá-lo, mas em 1961 o presidente Jânio Quadros proibiu o seu uso, porque a substância estava sendo aspirada como uma droga, um estimulante. Cinco anos depois, o presidente Castello Branco assinou a lei que bania definitivamente o lança-perfume dos bailes de Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rei Momo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus zombeteiro, do sonho e da noite, na mitologia grega, acabou virando Rei do Carnaval no Brasil, depois que a monarquia acabou no país. Por isso é que se fala em reinado de Momo para designar o Carnaval. O primeiro Rei Momo foi instituído pelo jornal carioca A Noite, em 1933. O eleito foi o músico Silvio Caldas, que, por sinal, era magérrimo. Atualmente, um comitê escolhe o monarca da folia com base em quesitos como desembaraço, sociabilidade, facilidade de expressão, simpatia e espírito carnavalesco. Até 1997, também era obrigatório que o candidato pesasse pelo menos 100 quilos, mas esta norma foi descartada para preservar a saúde dos concorrentes. Um dos Rei Momos mais famosos é Alex de Oliveira Silva. Ele chegou a ser o mais pesado da história, com 220 quilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pierrot, Arlequim e Colombina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas conhecidas figuras do Carnaval vêm de um estilo teatral chamado Commedia dell'Arte. O gênero, surgido na Itália no século 16, apresentava histórias que ironizavam a vida e os costumes dos poderosos da época. Os personagens costumavam ser fixos, e o trio em questão representava serviçais envolvidos em um triângulo amoroso. Pierrot, pobre rapaz que usava roupas de sacos de farinha e tinha o rosto pintado de branco, vivia suspirando de amor pela Colombina, a bela criada da filha do patrão. Ela, porém, gostava de Arlequim. Este outro empregado era um espertalhão preguiçoso e insolente que adorava pregar peças nos colegas. Usava sempre uma roupa de losangos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Data em que cai o Carnaval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A data em que se comemora o Carnaval é definida com base na Páscoa. A Quarta-Feira de Cinzas sempre cai 46 dias antes do domingo da festividade, que é a soma dos 40 dias que antecedem o Domingo de Ramos com os 6 dias da Semana Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fonte dos textos: http://profze.blogger.com.br/Guia dos Curiosos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-6772307326978441424?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/6772307326978441424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/6772307326978441424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/02/breve-historia-sobre-o-carnaval.html' title='Breve História sobre o Carnaval'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3dk904whaI/AAAAAAAACUM/SG1jqy7DyAw/s72-c/foto_carnaval_sapucai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-4143762071956787522</id><published>2010-02-13T22:54:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:22:57.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É carnaval.... tempo de descontrair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3deM8xvfVI/AAAAAAAACT8/3EEbg1Zcvfk/s1600-h/confete.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437918651639364946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3deM8xvfVI/AAAAAAAACT8/3EEbg1Zcvfk/s400/confete.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3dd9yhnIuI/AAAAAAAACTs/TXlmugfS9Qg/s1600-h/confete.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437918391189316322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3dd9yhnIuI/AAAAAAAACTs/TXlmugfS9Qg/s400/confete.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3deGgEU2zI/AAAAAAAACT0/D9IcK6BCA3E/s1600-h/confete.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437918540853467954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3deGgEU2zI/AAAAAAAACT0/D9IcK6BCA3E/s400/confete.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENSAMENTO DO DIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Às vezes você chora e ninguém vê as suas lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes você se entristece e ninguém percebe o seu abatimento.. .&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes você sorri e ninguém repara na beleza do seu sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Agora... PEIDA pra ver....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LÓGICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O garoto apanhou da vizinha, e a mãe furiosa foi tomar satisfação:&lt;br /&gt;- Por que a senhora bateu no meu filho?&lt;br /&gt;- Ele foi mal-educado, e me chamou de gorda.&lt;br /&gt;- E a senhora acha que vai emagrecer batendo nele?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO BALCÃO DA ALFÂNDEGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Seu nome ?&lt;br /&gt;- Abu Abdalah Sarafi.&lt;br /&gt;- Sexo ?&lt;br /&gt;- ... Quatro vezes por semana...&lt;br /&gt;- Não, não, não! Homem ou mulher ?&lt;br /&gt;- Homem, mulher.... algumas vezes camelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIVISÃO DE BENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dois amigos se encontram depois de muito anos.&lt;br /&gt;- Casei, separei e já fizemos a partilha dos bens.&lt;br /&gt;- E as crianças?&lt;br /&gt;- O juiz decidiu que ficariam com aquele que mais bens recebeu.&lt;br /&gt;- Então ficaram com a mãe?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, ficaram com nosso advogado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REGIME DE EMAGRECIMENTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Doutor, como eu faço para emagrecer ?&lt;br /&gt;- Basta a senhora mover a cabeça da esquerda para direita e&lt;br /&gt;da direita para esquerda.&lt;br /&gt;- Quantas vezes, doutor ?&lt;br /&gt;- Todas as vezes que lhe oferecerem comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;____________ _________ _________ ____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAIPIRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O representante do censo pergunta ao caipira:&lt;br /&gt;- Quantos filhos o senhor tem ?&lt;br /&gt;- Bão... as minina são seis... os minino são quatro...&lt;br /&gt;- Então sua prole é grande?&lt;br /&gt;- Grande até que não, mas tá sempre dura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BODAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dois amigos conversam sobre as maravilhas do Oriente..&lt;br /&gt;Um deles diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Quando completei 25 anos de casado, levei minha mulher ao Japão.&lt;br /&gt;- Não diga? E o que pensa fazer quando completarem 50 ?&lt;br /&gt;- Volto lá para buscá-la...&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMERGÊNCIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Um eletricista vai até a UTI de um hospital, olha para os pacientes&lt;br /&gt;ligados a diversos tipos de aparelhos e diz-lhes:&lt;br /&gt;- Respirem fundo: vou mudar o fusível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONFISSÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O condenado à morte esperava a hora da execução, quando chegou o padre:&lt;br /&gt;- Meu filho, vim trazer a palavra de Deus para você.&lt;br /&gt;- Perda de tempo, seu padre. Daqui a pouco vou falar com Ele,&lt;br /&gt;pessoalmente. Algum recado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;____________ _________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E por fim:&lt;br /&gt;O cara chega pra gordinha e pergunta: "E aí? Rola?"&lt;br /&gt;E a gordinha, toda feliz: "Rola sim, rola sim!"&lt;br /&gt;E o cara: "Então deita que eu te empurro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...que maldade !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4143762071956787522?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4143762071956787522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4143762071956787522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-carnaval-tempo-de-descontrair.html' title='É carnaval.... tempo de descontrair...'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3deM8xvfVI/AAAAAAAACT8/3EEbg1Zcvfk/s72-c/confete.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-3523892010634734029</id><published>2010-02-12T16:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:48:54.295-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3Wwk3jggSI/AAAAAAAACTc/meo3bcLx9mw/s1600-h/65265286_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437446272554402082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3Wwk3jggSI/AAAAAAAACTc/meo3bcLx9mw/s400/65265286_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-3523892010634734029?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3523892010634734029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3523892010634734029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3Wwk3jggSI/AAAAAAAACTc/meo3bcLx9mw/s72-c/65265286_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-2441803334240153872</id><published>2010-02-12T14:39:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:57:33.264-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3Wr_XGGYCI/AAAAAAAACTM/GDY0PMbdw5Q/s1600-h/ThiagoCosta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand; ThiagoCosta: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437441230139449378" border="0" alt="ThiagoCosta" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3Wr_XGGYCI/AAAAAAAACTM/GDY0PMbdw5Q/s400/ThiagoCosta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu vou ficar esperando você numa tarde cinzenta de inverno, bem no meio d'uma praça. Então, os meus braços não vão ser suficientes para abraçar você e a minha voz vai querer dizer tanta, mas tanta coisa, que eu vou ficar calada um tempo enorme só olhando você sem dizer nada. Só olhando e pensando: meu Deus... mas como você me dói de vez em quando!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;a.d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-2441803334240153872?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2441803334240153872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2441803334240153872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-vou-ficar-esperando-voce-numa-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S3Wr_XGGYCI/AAAAAAAACTM/GDY0PMbdw5Q/s72-c/ThiagoCosta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-1535505731466636731</id><published>2010-02-07T01:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:19:29.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S24_HHeqA8I/AAAAAAAACQ8/iQMQf9KDuIA/s1600-h/46arNJ5bLynwF2dLh3nIBfFrAk7UnCmexMuYjzIZpJQ0ekHjuZYFAAeVGw1ZDCR_HiTYjnRQdlMGO30HnTuUhCPzQvLXt_-TP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435351191782032322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S24_HHeqA8I/AAAAAAAACQ8/iQMQf9KDuIA/s400/46arNJ5bLynwF2dLh3nIBfFrAk7UnCmexMuYjzIZpJQ0ekHjuZYFAAeVGw1ZDCR_HiTYjnRQdlMGO30HnTuUhCPzQvLXt_-TP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...Sabe o que eu quero de verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Jamais perder a sensibilidade,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que às vezes&lt;br /&gt;ela arranhe um pouco a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sem ela não poderia&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a mim mesma..."!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-1535505731466636731?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1535505731466636731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1535505731466636731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S24_HHeqA8I/AAAAAAAACQ8/iQMQf9KDuIA/s72-c/46arNJ5bLynwF2dLh3nIBfFrAk7UnCmexMuYjzIZpJQ0ekHjuZYFAAeVGw1ZDCR_HiTYjnRQdlMGO30HnTuUhCPzQvLXt_-TP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-3327530885446532401</id><published>2010-02-07T00:49:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:06:10.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S2466Rm8n6I/AAAAAAAACQ0/Ean2jsBxD00/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435346573116350370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S2466Rm8n6I/AAAAAAAACQ0/Ean2jsBxD00/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leve meu peso leve&lt;br /&gt;No teu cair descuidado&lt;br /&gt;E me deixes vulnerável.&lt;br /&gt;Serei, a ti, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eternamente grata&lt;br /&gt;Por teres chovido pedra&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas pétalas.&lt;br /&gt;Pode agora &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a luz me atravessar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem dor.&lt;br /&gt;Sou, sem ser efêmera, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;fêmea incólume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oswaldo Antônio Begiato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-3327530885446532401?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3327530885446532401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3327530885446532401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/02/leve-meu-peso-leve-no-teu-cair.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S2466Rm8n6I/AAAAAAAACQ0/Ean2jsBxD00/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-689055889421148698</id><published>2010-02-06T23:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:45:53.694-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCÊNTRICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S243VxbkijI/AAAAAAAACQs/i8mTuXbqikY/s1600-h/beijo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435342647468526130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S243VxbkijI/AAAAAAAACQs/i8mTuXbqikY/s400/beijo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Diante das escolhas&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho opções&lt;br /&gt;Viver em uma realidade dura&lt;br /&gt;Ou num mundo de ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Escolho as ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Ouço o que quero ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Seleciono minhas visões&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a minhas ações&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que sou louco&lt;br /&gt;Por viver alucinações&lt;br /&gt;Dispenso opiniões&lt;br /&gt;Não me encontro nas razões&lt;br /&gt;Os homens criam as regras&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro viver às cegas&lt;br /&gt;Criando ocasiões&lt;br /&gt;Imagino sensações&lt;br /&gt;Vivo emoções&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Vivo o momento&lt;br /&gt;Repleto de sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Em várias situações&lt;br /&gt;Vivo insano,&lt;br /&gt;Mas é dessa forma que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;Meio excêntrico&lt;br /&gt;Alimentando-me de paixões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flávio Cardoso Reis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-689055889421148698?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/689055889421148698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/689055889421148698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/02/excentrico.html' title='EXCÊNTRICO'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S243VxbkijI/AAAAAAAACQs/i8mTuXbqikY/s72-c/beijo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-3715089012463541224</id><published>2010-01-29T01:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:15:20.892-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pudim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S2JuoFuE44I/AAAAAAAACQc/feWTU-8RM0Q/s1600-h/pudim-de-leite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432025735571497858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S2JuoFuE44I/AAAAAAAACQc/feWTU-8RM0Q/s400/pudim-de-leite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há nada que me deixe mais frustrada&lt;br /&gt;do que pedir Pudim de sobremesa,&lt;br /&gt;contar os minutos até ele chegar&lt;br /&gt;e aí ver o garçom colocar na minha frente&lt;br /&gt;um pedacinho minúscula do meu pudim preferido.&lt;br /&gt;Uma só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais sofisticado o restaurante,&lt;br /&gt;menor a porção da sobremesa.&lt;br /&gt;Aí a vontade que dá é de passar numa loja de conveniência,&lt;br /&gt;comprar um pudim bem cremoso&lt;br /&gt;e saborear em casa com direito a repetir quantas&lt;br /&gt;vezes a gente quiser,&lt;br /&gt;sem pensar em calorias, boas maneiras ou moderação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O PUDIM é só um exemplo do que tem sido nosso cotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida anda cheia de meias porções,&lt;br /&gt;de prazeres meia-boca,&lt;br /&gt;de aventuras pela metade.&lt;br /&gt;A gente sai pra jantar, mas come pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai à festa de casamento, mas resiste aos bombons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquista a chamada liberdade sexual,&lt;br /&gt;mas tem que fingir que é difícil&lt;br /&gt;(a imensa maioria das mulheres&lt;br /&gt;continua com pavor de ser rotulada de 'fácil').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adora tomar um banho demorado,&lt;br /&gt;mas se contém pra não desperdiçar os recursos do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer beijar aquele cara 20 anos mais novo,&lt;br /&gt;mas tem medo de fazer papel ridículo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem vontade de ficar em casa vendo um DVD,&lt;br /&gt;esparramada no sofá,&lt;br /&gt;mas se obriga a ir malhar.&lt;br /&gt;E por aí vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos deveres, tanta preocupação em 'acertar',&lt;br /&gt;tanto empenho em passar na vida sem pegar recuperação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí a vida vai ficando sem tempero,&lt;br /&gt;politicamente correta&lt;br /&gt;e existencialmente sem-graça,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto a gente vai ficando melancolicamente&lt;br /&gt;sem tesão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes dá vontade de fazer tudo 'errado'..&lt;br /&gt;Deixar de lado a régua,&lt;br /&gt;o compasso,&lt;br /&gt;a bússola,&lt;br /&gt;a balança&lt;br /&gt;e os 10 mandamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser ridícula, inadequada, incoerente&lt;br /&gt;e não estar nem aí pro que dizem e o que pensam a nosso respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Recusar prazeres incompletos e meias porções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até Santo Agostinho, que foi santo, uma vez se rebelou&lt;br /&gt;e disse uma frase mais ou menos assim:&lt;br /&gt;'Deus, dai-me continência e castidade, mas não agora'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, que não aspiramos à santidade e estamos aqui de passagem,&lt;br /&gt;podemos (devemos?) desejar&lt;br /&gt;vários pedaços de pudim,&lt;br /&gt;bombons de muitos sabores,&lt;br /&gt;vários beijos bem dados,&lt;br /&gt;a água batendo sem pressa no corpo,&lt;br /&gt;o coração saciado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a gente cria juízo.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Não tem que ser agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, garçom, por favor, me traga:&lt;br /&gt;um pudim inteiro&lt;br /&gt;um sofá pra eu ver 10 episódios do 'Law and Order',&lt;br /&gt;uma caixa de trufas bem macias&lt;br /&gt;e o Richard Gere, nu, embrulhado pra presente.&lt;br /&gt;OK?&lt;br /&gt;Não necessariamente nessa ordem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois a gente vê como é que faz pra consertar o estrago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marta Medeiros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-3715089012463541224?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3715089012463541224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3715089012463541224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/01/pudim.html' title='Pudim...'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S2JuoFuE44I/AAAAAAAACQc/feWTU-8RM0Q/s72-c/pudim-de-leite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-5734225905037560742</id><published>2010-01-29T01:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:52:57.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S2Jpm6ObLCI/AAAAAAAACQU/71HJAFI9UMQ/s1600-h/0WFHQZapxWLuL58-TCH4qhHwHMZHk7QWKvZA8VXpU4YhEPFeSo10ZfbR3LCbb7uRJdRzpGbZ3u-P0bvdJHNRvI5zwiWnBjnUE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432020217747942434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S2Jpm6ObLCI/AAAAAAAACQU/71HJAFI9UMQ/s400/0WFHQZapxWLuL58-TCH4qhHwHMZHk7QWKvZA8VXpU4YhEPFeSo10ZfbR3LCbb7uRJdRzpGbZ3u-P0bvdJHNRvI5zwiWnBjnUE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S2Jpfu34ItI/AAAAAAAACQM/OQz4brGXbPo/s1600-h/0WFHQZapxWLuL58-TCH4qhHwHMZHk7QWKvZA8VXpU4YhEPFeSo10ZfbR3LCbb7uRJdRzpGbZ3u-P0bvdJHNRvI5zwiWnBjnUE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há um desalento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um demasiado desanimo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de sentir tudo tão complicado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando é tudo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imensamente simples. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há uma decepção por descobrir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que não existe verdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque sempre mentem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e mentem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; porque &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentem medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque são fracos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e não se mostram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... por isso, mentem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4513647586647385193?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4513647586647385193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S0lekOns-bI/AAAAAAAACP4/jDRGBaFWFBA/s72-c/sensual16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-2905125514125845619</id><published>2010-01-09T11:11:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:57:05.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S0lXtcyxeMI/AAAAAAAACPw/gupU8TUEEPc/s1600-h/Richard_Murrian-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424963664479353026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S0lXtcyxeMI/AAAAAAAACPw/gupU8TUEEPc/s400/Richard_Murrian-35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode invadir&lt;br /&gt;Ou chegar com delicadeza&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tão devagar que me faça dormir&lt;br /&gt;Não grite comigo, tenho o péssimo hábito de revidar&lt;br /&gt;Acordo pela manhã com ótimo humor&lt;br /&gt;Mas ... permita que eu escove os dentes primeiro&lt;br /&gt;Toque muito em mim&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente nos cabelos&lt;br /&gt;E minta sobre minha nocauteante beleza&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vida própria&lt;br /&gt;Me faça sentir saudades&lt;br /&gt;Conte algumas coisas que me façam rir&lt;br /&gt;Viaje antes de me conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Sofra antes de mim para reconhecer-me&lt;br /&gt;Acredite nas verdades que digo&lt;br /&gt;E também nas mentiras, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elas serão raras e sempre por uma boa causa.&lt;br /&gt;Respeite meu choro&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Só volte quando eu chamar&lt;br /&gt;E não me obedeça sempre &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que eu também gosto de ser contrariada&lt;br /&gt;Então fique comigo quando eu chorar, combinado?&lt;br /&gt;Seja mais forte que eu e menos altruísta!&lt;br /&gt;Não se vista tão bem...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de camisa para fora da calça,&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de braços&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de pernas&lt;br /&gt;E muito de pescoço.&lt;br /&gt;Reverenciarei tudo em você que estiver a meu gosto: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boca, cabelos, cheiros, olhos, mãos...&lt;br /&gt;Leia, escolha seus próprios livros, releia-os.&lt;br /&gt;Odeie a vida doméstica e os agitos noturnos.&lt;br /&gt;Seja um pouco caseiro e um pouco da vida&lt;br /&gt;Não goste tanto de boate que isto é coisa de gente triste.&lt;br /&gt;Não seja escravo da televisão, nem xiita contra.&lt;br /&gt;Nem escravo meu&lt;br /&gt;Nem filho meu&lt;br /&gt;Nem meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;Escolha um papel para você &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que ainda não tenha sido preenchido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o invente muitas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Me enlouqueça uma vez por mês&lt;br /&gt;Mas me faça uma louca boa&lt;br /&gt;Uma louca que ache graça em tudo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que rime com louca: loba, boba, rouca, boca ...&lt;br /&gt;Goste de música e de sexo&lt;br /&gt;Goste de um esporte não muito banal&lt;br /&gt;Não invente de querer muitos filhos&lt;br /&gt;Me carregar pra a missa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apresentar sua família...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;isso a gente vê depois ... se calhar ...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu dirigir o seu carro, que você adora&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver você nervoso,inquieto&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para outras mulheres&lt;br /&gt;Tenha amigos que se tornem meus amigos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e digam muitas bobagens juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Me conte seus segredos ...&lt;br /&gt;Me faça massagem nas costas.&lt;br /&gt;Não fume&lt;br /&gt;Beba&lt;br /&gt;Chore&lt;br /&gt;Eleja algumas contravenções.&lt;br /&gt;Me rapte!&lt;br /&gt;Se nada disso funcionar ...&lt;br /&gt;Experimente me amar!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-2905125514125845619?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2905125514125845619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2905125514125845619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/01/pode-invadir-ou-chegar-com-delicadeza.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S0lXtcyxeMI/AAAAAAAACPw/gupU8TUEEPc/s72-c/Richard_Murrian-35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-9008393088136567060</id><published>2010-01-05T03:13:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:23:13.641-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas do  Joãozinho....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante a aula de Boas Maneiras, diz a professora: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pedrinho, se você estivesse namorando uma moça fina e educada e, durante o jantar, precisasse ir ao banheiro, o que diria?&lt;br /&gt;- Segura as pontas aí que eu vou dar uma mijadinha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Isso seria uma grosseria, uma completa falta de educação, respondeu a professora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Fernandinho, como você diria?&lt;br /&gt;- Me desculpa, preciso ir ao banheiro, mas já volto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Melhor, mas é desagradável mencionar o banheiro durante as refeições. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-E você, Joãozinho, seria capaz de usar sua imaginação para, ao menos uma vez, mostrar boas maneiras? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu diria: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Minha princesa, peço a sua licença para ausentar-me por um momento, pois vou estender a mão a um grande amigo que pretendo apresentar-lhe depois do jantar". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;recebi por email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-9008393088136567060?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/9008393088136567060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/9008393088136567060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/01/coisas-do-joaozinho-rs.html' title='Coisas do  Joãozinho....'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-813533769585763742</id><published>2010-01-03T01:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:15:43.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S0AZ4WdxiuI/AAAAAAAACPo/gDfAj0aJtwQ/s1600-h/Porque_me_despes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" 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height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/S0AZ4WdxiuI/AAAAAAAACPo/gDfAj0aJtwQ/s72-c/Porque_me_despes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-5434935737753999087</id><published>2010-01-02T14:27:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:59:52.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz-IgXSRVWI/AAAAAAAACPY/MGfpMMEuimY/s1600-h/3942de3278e1f4a71b3404113a4047f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422202565965206882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz-IgXSRVWI/AAAAAAAACPY/MGfpMMEuimY/s400/3942de3278e1f4a71b3404113a4047f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se te pareço noturna e imperfeita&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me de novo&lt;br /&gt;Porque esta noite olhei-me a mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;como se tu me olhasses&lt;br /&gt;E era como se a água desejasse&lt;br /&gt;Escapar de sua casa que é o rio&lt;br /&gt;E deslizando apenas, nem tocar a margem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Te olhei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E há um tempo entendo que sou terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Há tanto tempo espero&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu corpo de água mais fraterno&lt;br /&gt;Se estenda sobre o meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pastor e nauta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me de novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Com menos altivez&lt;br /&gt;E mais atento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hilda Hilst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-5434935737753999087?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5434935737753999087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5434935737753999087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-te-pareco-noturna-e-imperfeita-olha.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz-IgXSRVWI/AAAAAAAACPY/MGfpMMEuimY/s72-c/3942de3278e1f4a71b3404113a4047f4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-4751067491534804105</id><published>2010-01-02T14:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:02:22.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacina de ano novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz-DtokePUI/AAAAAAAACPI/rRWHP0-9PYU/s1600-h/cora.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422197296385113410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz-DtokePUI/AAAAAAAACPI/rRWHP0-9PYU/s400/cora.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Muitos me desejaram paz e amor em 75. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas havendo amor, haverá paz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor é o contrário radioso dela. É inquietação, agitação, vontade de absorver o objeto amado, temor de perdê-lo, sentimento de não merecê-lo, ânsia de dominá-lo, masoquismo de ser dominado por ele, dor de não o haver conhecido antes, dor de não ocupar seu pensamento 24 horas por dia, e mais dias a pedir ao dia para ocupá-lo, brasa de imaginá-lo menos preso a mim do que eu a ele, desespero de o não guardar no bolso, junto ao coração, ou fisicamente dentro deste, como sangue a circular eternamente e eternamente o mesmo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor é isso e mais alguma triste coisa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a tristeza incurável do tempo não passa fora de nós, passa é dentro e na pele marcada da gente, lembrando que eternidade é ilusão de minutos e o ato de amor deste momento já ficou mergulhado em ter sido. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor é paz?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4751067491534804105?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4751067491534804105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4751067491534804105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/01/vacina-de-ano-novo.html' title='Vacina de ano novo'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz-DtokePUI/AAAAAAAACPI/rRWHP0-9PYU/s72-c/cora.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-3672585629150371828</id><published>2010-01-01T23:59:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:57:59.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atitude no primeiro dia do ano!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz7RPPtJVNI/AAAAAAAACPA/zwoGNOkCVU0/s1600-h/cartoes_72__0005_Mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422001061244785874" style="DISPLAY: block; 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WIDTH: 350px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421998863206958050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz7PPTYFw-I/AAAAAAAACOQ/apT8svvuCQ8/s400/mulher.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem me conhece sabe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que tenho por habito &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não participar das festas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de final de ano. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não gosto mesmo!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prefiro me recolher &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ficar comigo a sós. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e da &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minha companhia, (rs). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final de 2009 não foi diferente. “Mim” e “Eu” ficamos juntas. Rolou grandes papos e terminei fazendo a retrospectiva 2009 da minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho do que reclamar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tive saúde suficiente para enfrentar todos os problemas que surgiram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consegui transpor a maioria dos obstáculos. Alguns não foram possíveis porque não bastavam apenas a minha força de vontade ou empenho. Outras energias eram necessárias, mas não pude contar com elas. (quando dependemos da ajuda de outros é sempre mais complicado, né?).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arregaçei as mangas e fui à luta. Conquistei desafios, alcancei objetivos, atingi metas, enfim, não parei um só instante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infelizmente dores e sofrimento também estiveram presentes, mas Deus foi misericordioso e estendeu a Sua mão sobre mim e pude sentir a Sua proteção nos meus dias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tive dias de tempestades porém sempre seguidos de bonança; noites de escuridão, mas o sol sempre surgiu pela manhã; portas fechadas, mas janelas abertas;&lt;br /&gt;Tive dias cheios de risos, de esperanças, de fé, de amigos, de família. Dias cheios de amor, paixão, tesão, saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não pude viajar para rever pessoas que fazem parte da minha vida porque optei por cuidar de quem precisa de mim. Mas mesmo distantes, elas continuam sendo importantes para mim e continuo registrando cada uma na minha história.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo tem seu tempo. E agora é tempo de me doar e ajudar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia volto a percorrer estradas, voar por entre as nuvens, transpôr mares.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2009 foi um bom ano. Fiz a vida continuar a acontecer! É como digo, muda apenas a folhinha e o número. A vida segue igual e mudanças só dependem de nós mesmos, a qualquer dia, qualquer hora, qualquer momento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso, se for preciso mudar, que seja de imediato. Se for preciso recomeçar, que seja todo dia. Não esperemos o tempo da folhinha! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem comigo. Vamos à vida em 2010!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-3724353139487436180?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3724353139487436180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3724353139487436180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/01/sem-ilustra.html' title='Reflexão no primeiro dia do ano!!'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz7PPTYFw-I/AAAAAAAACOQ/apT8svvuCQ8/s72-c/mulher.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-4311650804700768939</id><published>2010-01-01T02:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:03:32.747-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua presença colore a minha vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que bom que voltou! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz2ciVloE0I/AAAAAAAACOI/V9lPSAqXKlY/s1600-h/Image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421661640148390722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz2ciVloE0I/AAAAAAAACOI/V9lPSAqXKlY/s400/Image4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4311650804700768939?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4311650804700768939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4311650804700768939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2010/01/para-cm.html' title='CM'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz2ciVloE0I/AAAAAAAACOI/V9lPSAqXKlY/s72-c/Image4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-7026965564220492343</id><published>2010-01-01T01:32:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:53:19.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 chegou !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sz2NBqVmrdI/AAAAAAAACN4/SjBY_ofZ1DY/s1600-h/msgfinaldeano10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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HEIGHT: 429px" height="473" src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii81/animemensagens/ano-novo/ano-novo-010.jpg" width="580" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comece 2010 em meditação;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faça um inventário da vida que viveu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;até o último minuto de 2009 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e fique apenas com as coisas boas que existem nela;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opte por viver cada dia com ânimo, dando o melhor de si;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continue com seus planos;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhe mais, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deseje mais, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ame mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jamais perca a esperança; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lute bravamente para ser feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alimente sua fé e confia que em 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus te dará tudo na medida certa e no momento&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;exato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Um Ano Novo de crescimento e continuidade para você!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;R&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e3672e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-7041381146015032410?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7041381146015032410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7041381146015032410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii81/animemensagens/ano-novo/th_ano-novo-010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-5465249418152980981</id><published>2009-12-21T22:56:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:58:43.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Acho que esta é imagem que melhor representa o Natal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Foi a que escolhi para este ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SzApLkz4sjI/AAAAAAAACNI/Lr5CQNg7iUI/s1600-h/feliz+natal+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417875630563308082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SzApLkz4sjI/AAAAAAAACNI/Lr5CQNg7iUI/s400/feliz+natal+1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neste Natal eu desejo que a "Paz e a Harmonia" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encontre moradia em todos os corações.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a Esperança seja um sentimento constante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em cada ser que habita este planeta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo que o Amor e a Amizade prevaleça &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acima de todas as coisas materiais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que as Tristezas ou Mágoas, sejam banidas dos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;corações, dando lugar apenas ao Carinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a "Dor do Amor", encontre &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o remédio em outro Amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a "Dor Física", seja amenizada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que Deus esteja ao lado de todos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dando muita força, fé e resignação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a Solidão seja Extinta, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e no seu lugar se instale a Amizade Verdadeira, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o Companheirismo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que as pessoas procurem olhar mais a sua "Volta", &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e não tanto para "Si" mesma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a Humildade e o Respeito residam na Alma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e no Coração de todos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Que saibamos Amar e Respeitar o Próximo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como a nós mesmos".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo também que meu pedido se realize não só neste Natal,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; mas em todos os dias de nossas vidas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;À você que por aqui passa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;um&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;L &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-5465249418152980981?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5465249418152980981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5465249418152980981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/12/acho-que-esta-e-imagem-que-melhor.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SzApLkz4sjI/AAAAAAAACNI/Lr5CQNg7iUI/s72-c/feliz+natal+1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-8495014853834403723</id><published>2009-12-15T03:02:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:53:15.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento de sedução...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415353613000287090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sycza1QCo3I/AAAAAAAACNA/8K73iqrUqDs/s400/casal2.bmp" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suas mãos seguraram firmes meus seios enquanto sua boca me comeu num beijo.. Senti sua lingua bailar no seu interior; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a saliva me inundar e escorrer pelos cantos dos lábios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu corpo grudado ao dele, agora parecia um, apenas.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Senti suas mãos sorrateiramente deslizarem corpo abaixo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e com firmeza agarrar minha cintura e puxar minha anca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jogando meu corpo entregue sobre a cama macia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com lençois branco, já perfumado com seu cheiro de homem no cio.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sua lingua me invade as entranhas e roça meu monte sagrado, fazendo deliciosas rodinhas ao seu redor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me sinto inebriada a cada toque; suspiro a cada beijo e dou a ele o maior dos afrodisíacos: o prazer do meu prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hébrio, ele levanta e toca com seu sexo a minha pele humida mais intima fazendo-me sentir a pressão da tentativa de penetração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chega com voracidade e força, mas apenas ameaça, aumentando o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouve os meus gemidos, meu apelo, mas recua. Prefere sentir o calor dos meus lábios no seu sexo teso, quente.. E se entrega ao meu beijo que o envolve por inteiro saboreando vagarosamente aquele momento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suas mãos seguram minha cabeça sem força me permitindo conduzir o momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que faço com maestria e desenvoltura quando envolvo seu sexo com meus lábios, engolindo-o inteiro, enquanto tateio ao redor sentindo sua virilidade na palma da minha mão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouço seus sons de prazer, sinto seu corpo vibrar a cada toque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais razões, apenas sensações e desejos. Os corpos se pedem e implorando se fundem e se perdem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o momento é de enlevo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Paira no ar um cheiro de prazer.. de orgasmos e amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;são corpos em êxtase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;desligados da alma tentando se recompor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nelson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(adequações minhas com anuência do autor)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8495014853834403723?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8495014853834403723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8495014853834403723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/12/momento-de-seducao.html' title='Momento de sedução...'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sycza1QCo3I/AAAAAAAACNA/8K73iqrUqDs/s72-c/casal2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-8832839241923001748</id><published>2009-12-09T23:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:54:19.648-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SyBhBFJFuqI/AAAAAAAACM4/gJvoTHABLUA/s1600-h/y1p5-fNFf2fxPu0hjcd_xisiHHJeYfwRSXdpLNlxEv-jhLaRBYzdeerAuGWoorlZMAWYVH2UEP7HgQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413433423287401122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SyBhBFJFuqI/AAAAAAAACM4/gJvoTHABLUA/s400/y1p5-fNFf2fxPu0hjcd_xisiHHJeYfwRSXdpLNlxEv-jhLaRBYzdeerAuGWoorlZMAWYVH2UEP7HgQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nenhuma das lágrimas que derramei foram falsas,&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum dos meus sentimentos são alimentos com mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;Não sou apenas um corpo, sou corpo e alma,&lt;br /&gt;Choro pra aliviar a dor, a raiva, a solidão, a saudade, a angustia,&lt;br /&gt;Choro porque tenho sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Porque amo demais...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo demais.....&lt;br /&gt;Porque mesmo sabendo que nunca foste meu, sinto sua falta,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de te ver chegar e iluminar meu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;De olhar nos teus olhos procurando o seu olhar distraído,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta dos teus poucos carinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Das tuas palavras duvidosas,&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus beijos,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de você aqui comigo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nayara Coutinho Costa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8832839241923001748?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8832839241923001748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8832839241923001748'/><link rel='alternate' 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style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8526086710160274129?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8526086710160274129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8526086710160274129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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relaxar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/QmJih0CiIOk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/QmJih0CiIOk&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Não esqueça de pausar o som do meu Universo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8543343057296519974?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8543343057296519974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8543343057296519974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/mais-uma-delicia-para-ouvir-e-relaxar.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-1803729003658960214</id><published>2009-11-28T22:03:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:29:46.764-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simplesmente mágico este momento. Quiséra eu estar na platéia!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/JnV6tIuq6_c&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/JnV6tIuq6_c&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pause o som do meu Universo para se deleitar com esta maravilha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-1803729003658960214?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1803729003658960214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1803729003658960214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-silencio.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-8228607099340915231</id><published>2009-11-27T22:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:10:06.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTAMOS COM FOME DE AMOR !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SxCGW1Ysz-I/AAAAAAAACMo/FLQw0aRhvtU/s1600/1204564493_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408970879317888994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SxCGW1Ysz-I/AAAAAAAACMo/FLQw0aRhvtU/s400/1204564493_img.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que temos visto por ai ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baladas recheadas de garotas lindas, com roupas cada vez mais micro e&lt;br /&gt;transparentes.&lt;br /&gt;Com suas danças e poses em closes ginecológicos, cada vez mais siliconadas, corpos esculpidos por cirurgias plásticas, como se fossem ao supermercado e pedissem o corte como se quer... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas??? Chegam sozinhas e saem sozinhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empresários, advogados, engenheiros, analistas, e outros mais que estudaram, estudaram, trabalharam, alcançaram sucesso profissional e,&lt;br /&gt;sozinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem mulher contratando homem para dançar com elas em bailes, os&lt;br /&gt;novíssimos "personal dancer", incrível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não é só sexo não!&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse, era resolvido fácil, alguém dúvida?&lt;br /&gt;Sexo se encontra nos classificados, nas esquinas, em qualquer lugar, mas apenas sexo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos é com carência de passear de mãos dadas, dar e receber carinho, sem necessariamente, ter que depois mostrar performances dignas de um atleta olímpico na cama ... sexo de academia . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer um jantar pra quem você gosta e depois saber que vão "apenas"&lt;br /&gt;dormir abraçadinhos, sem se preocuparem com as posições cabalísticas...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe essas coisas simples, que perdemos nessa marcha de uma evolução cega?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode fazer tudo, desde que não interrompa a carreira, a produção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornamo-nos máquinas, e agora estamos desesperados por não saber como&lt;br /&gt;voltar a "sentir", só isso, algo tão simples que a cada dia fica tão distante de nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem duvida do que estou dizendo, dá uma olhada nos sites de relacionamentos "ORKUT", "PAR-PERFEITO" e tantos outros, veja o número&lt;br /&gt;de comunidades como: "Quero um amor pra vida toda!", "Eu sou pra casar!" até a desesperançada "Nasci pra viver sozinho!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unindo milhares, ou melhor, milhões de solitários, em meio a uma multidão de rostos cada vez mais estranhos, plásticos, quase etéreos e inacessíveis. Se olharmos as fotos de antigamente, pode ter certeza de que não são as mesmas pessoas, mulheres lindas se plastificando, se mutilando em nome da tal "beleza"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos cada vez mais tempo, retardamos o envelhecimento, e percebemos&lt;br /&gt;a cada dia mulheres e homens com cara de bonecas, sem rugas, sorriso&lt;br /&gt;preso e cada vez mais sozinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que estou parecendo o solteirão infeliz, mas pelo contrário...&lt;br /&gt;Pra chegar a escrever essas bobagens? (mais que verdadeiras) É preciso&lt;br /&gt;ter a coragem de encarar os fantasmas de frente e aceitar essa verdade&lt;br /&gt;de cara limpa...&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo quer ter alguém ao seu lado, mas hoje em dia isso é julgado&lt;br /&gt;como feio, démodê, brega, famílias preconceituosas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alô gente!!! Felicidade, amor, todas essas emoções fazem-nos parecer&lt;br /&gt;ridículos, abobalhados...&lt;br /&gt;Mas e daí? Seja ridículo, mas seja feliz e não seja frustrado...&lt;br /&gt;"Pague mico", saia gritando e falando o que sente, demonstre amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vai descobrir mais cedo ou mais tarde que o tempo pra ser feliz é&lt;br /&gt;curto, e cada instante que vai embora não volta mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceba aquela pessoa que passou hoje por você na rua, talvez nunca&lt;br /&gt;mais volte a vê-la, ou talvez a pessoa que nada tem a ver com o que imaginou mas que pode ser a mulher da sua vida...&lt;br /&gt;E, quem sabe ali estivesse a oportunidade de um sorriso a dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse que ser adulto é ser ranzinza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ditado tibetano diz: "Se um problema é grande demais, não pense&lt;br /&gt;nele... E, se é pequeno demais, pra quê pensar nele?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá pra ser um homem de negócios e tomar iogurte com o dedo, assistir&lt;br /&gt;desenho animado, rir de bobagens ou ser um profissional de sucesso,&lt;br /&gt;que adora rir de si mesmo por ser estabanado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que realmente não dá é para continuarmos achando que viver é out..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o vento não pode desmanchar o nosso cabelo, que temos que querer a&lt;br /&gt;nossa mulher 24 horas maquiada, e que ela tenha que ter o corpo das frutas tão em moda na TV, e também na playboy e nos banheiros. Eu duvido que nós homens queiramos uma mulher assim para viver ao nosso lado, para ser a mãe dos nossos filhos. Gostamos sim de olhar, e imaginar a gostosa, mas é só isso, as mulheres inteligentes entendem e compreendem isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que ter medo de dizer: "amo você", "fica comigo"?&lt;br /&gt;Então, não se importe com a opinião dos outros. Seja feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes ser idiota para as pessoas que infeliz para si mesmo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8228607099340915231?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8228607099340915231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8228607099340915231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/estamos-com-fome-de-amor.html' title='ESTAMOS COM FOME DE AMOR !!!!'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SxCGW1Ysz-I/AAAAAAAACMo/FLQw0aRhvtU/s72-c/1204564493_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-1624122767239689162</id><published>2009-11-25T23:58:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:19:04.005-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408245410293423106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sw3yi-qtHAI/AAAAAAAACMg/sl2DnWvONE4/s400/24ods9l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui perfeita, correta e fiel.&lt;br /&gt;Cumpri ordens, acatei desejos que não eram meus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servi café, almoço e jantar.&lt;br /&gt;Fui café, almoço e jantar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui a dama que me cobraram &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a "mulher-dama" que desejaram.&lt;br /&gt;Sorri "colgate", mas abri um sorriso amarelo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando cansei das convenções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui menina e brinquei.&lt;br /&gt;Fui madura e me rebelei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui eu, elas... fui todas...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a meninice virou maturidade.&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso é espontâneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou correta ou totalmente errada na medida do que quero.&lt;br /&gt;As ordens são minhas...apenas para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sirvo mais café, almoço muito menos jantar.&lt;br /&gt;Me delicio com cada refeição que me ofereço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo uma dama e uma "mulher-dama" quando necessário.&lt;br /&gt;Mas por puro prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chutei as convenções, o balde e a bola em gol!&lt;br /&gt;Um golaço!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gol da maturidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do entendimento de que sou alguém &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que desconheci por um breve tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Da mulher que se assume sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;Que sabe o que quer,&lt;br /&gt;Que se aventura sem medos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem algemas, sem pressões...&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher que deixou de ser&lt;br /&gt;para simplesmente...&lt;br /&gt;Ser!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;recebi por e-mail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-1624122767239689162?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1624122767239689162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1624122767239689162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/fui-perfeita-correta-e-fiel.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sw3yi-qtHAI/AAAAAAAACMg/sl2DnWvONE4/s72-c/24ods9l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-308749875842137675</id><published>2009-11-17T23:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:03:46.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SwNj9Ubw0xI/AAAAAAAACMQ/5RjDMUcAkgA/s1600/2uf6ngybg9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405273882883052306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SwNj9Ubw0xI/AAAAAAAACMQ/5RjDMUcAkgA/s400/2uf6ngybg9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu te proponho&lt;br /&gt;Nós nos amarmos&lt;br /&gt;Nos entregarmos&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento&lt;br /&gt;Tudo lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Deixar ficar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te proponho&lt;br /&gt;Te dar meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Depois do amor&lt;br /&gt;O meu conforto&lt;br /&gt;E além de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Te dar a minha paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te proponho&lt;br /&gt;Na madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Você cansada&lt;br /&gt;Te dar meu braço&lt;br /&gt;E no meu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Fazer você dormir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te proponho&lt;br /&gt;Não dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;Seguirmos juntos&lt;br /&gt;A mesma estrada&lt;br /&gt;Que continua&lt;br /&gt;Depois do amor&lt;br /&gt;No Amanhecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roberto Carlos e Erasmo Carlos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-308749875842137675?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/308749875842137675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/308749875842137675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/proposta.html' title='Proposta'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SwNj9Ubw0xI/AAAAAAAACMQ/5RjDMUcAkgA/s72-c/2uf6ngybg9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-7984211763753750219</id><published>2009-11-16T21:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:04:44.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SwNYqDsi7vI/AAAAAAAACMI/0JhzCfi6UPE/s1600/metade3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405261457344622322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SwNYqDsi7vI/AAAAAAAACMI/0JhzCfi6UPE/s400/metade3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SwH4NSgnFZI/AAAAAAAACMA/KFH3IrwT0M4/s1600/metade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-7984211763753750219?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7984211763753750219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7984211763753750219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SwNYqDsi7vI/AAAAAAAACMI/0JhzCfi6UPE/s72-c/metade3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-3953454879671803013</id><published>2009-11-09T17:10:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:41:40.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'>08 de Novembro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOsr5DGJdTA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOsr5DGJdTA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acendi mais uma velinha na minha vida. São algumas, já. Elas me iluminam o caminho, me ajudam nos dias escuros e difíceis, me alegram nos dias tristes, me aquecem nos dias frios...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não apago velas! aliás, não apago nada. Mesmo as lembranças ruins, as dores e sofrimentos, mantenho registrados na história da minha vida. Tudo muito vivo, afinal a vida nada mais é do que aquilo que vivemos, logo não justifica apagar nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acendo velas no meu bolo de aniversário. Quero vê-lo iluminado cada vez mais, todos os dias. Cada uma delas conta minha vida. Cada uma delas constrói o meu Universo Particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aproveito para dizer "Obrigada" aos que se lembraram do dia, e aos que se esqueceram, obrigada também. É o processo seletivo natural da vida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta mensagem escolhi especialmente para o dia.&lt;br /&gt;Ofereço-me de presente, incentivo e força. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ofereço também a você que passa por aqui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pause o som do meu Universo para ouvir)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-3953454879671803013?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3953454879671803013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3953454879671803013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/obrigada-aos-que-se-lembraram-do-meu.html' title='08 de Novembro...'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-4179384339802420396</id><published>2009-11-01T00:10:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:33:43.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vejo-te, desejo-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 337px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398970461869202098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Suz_B7SKWrI/AAAAAAAACL4/nwrLc1fbSTU/s400/desejo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua cor, sua pele&lt;br /&gt;Seu jeito me seduz&lt;br /&gt;Seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Seu sabor&lt;br /&gt;Sua umidade&lt;br /&gt;Enlouquece-me&lt;br /&gt;De desejos&lt;br /&gt;Quero despir-te&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te nu&lt;br /&gt;Morder-te suavemente&lt;br /&gt;Um pedaço tirar,&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo saciar&lt;br /&gt;Lamber-te, saborear-te&lt;br /&gt;Chupar-te todo&lt;br /&gt;Não apenas a casquinha&lt;br /&gt;Por inteiro te quero &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4179384339802420396?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4179384339802420396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4179384339802420396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/11/vejo-te-desejo-te.html' title='Vejo-te, desejo-te'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Suz_B7SKWrI/AAAAAAAACL4/nwrLc1fbSTU/s72-c/desejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-5087318064843074559</id><published>2009-10-31T23:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:07:43.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CASO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398966058942582786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Suz7BpGp0AI/AAAAAAAACLw/Tfk48rrYdhg/s400/imagem%2520beijo%2520na%2520bunda.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode ser mais um capricho&lt;br /&gt;pode ser uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;pode ser coisa de bicho&lt;br /&gt;pode não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser já por destino&lt;br /&gt;pelos astros, pelos signos&lt;br /&gt;por uma marca, uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;talvez já estivesse escrito&lt;br /&gt;na palma da minha mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez até nem fique&lt;br /&gt;nem signifique nada&lt;br /&gt;nem me arranhe o coração&lt;br /&gt;pode ser só uma cisma&lt;br /&gt;pode estar só de passagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bruna Lombardi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-5087318064843074559?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5087318064843074559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5087318064843074559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/caso.html' title='CASO'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Suz7BpGp0AI/AAAAAAAACLw/Tfk48rrYdhg/s72-c/imagem%2520beijo%2520na%2520bunda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-5085532777243367503</id><published>2009-10-31T23:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:30:15.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SuzygWXltHI/AAAAAAAACLo/_4cLOJhJ5Rc/s1600-h/simp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398956690884637810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SuzygWXltHI/AAAAAAAACLo/_4cLOJhJ5Rc/s400/simp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt; Recebi por e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Suzxj-NXurI/AAAAAAAACLg/-S6V7p7J8dw/s1600-h/simp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-5085532777243367503?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5085532777243367503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5085532777243367503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/recebi-por-e-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SuzygWXltHI/AAAAAAAACLo/_4cLOJhJ5Rc/s72-c/simp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-4523776193219049683</id><published>2009-10-28T23:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:04:54.037-03:00</updated><title type='text'>45 lições que a vida me ensinou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Para celebrar o envelhecer, uma vez eu escrevi 45 lições que a vida me ensinou. É a coluna mais requisitada que eu já escrevi. Meu taxímetro chegou aos 90 em agosto, então, aqui está a coluna, mais uma vez:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. A vida não é justa, mas ainda é boa.&lt;br /&gt;2. Quando estiver em dúvida, apenas dê o próximo pequeno passo.&lt;br /&gt;3. A vida é muito curta para perdermos tempo odiando alguém.&lt;br /&gt;4. Seu trabalho não vai cuidar de você quando você adoecer. Seus amigos e seus pais vão. Mantenha contato.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pague suas faturas de cartão de crédito todo mês.&lt;br /&gt;6. Você não tem que vencer todo argumento. Concorde para discordar.&lt;br /&gt;7. Chore com alguém. É mais curador do que chorar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;8. Está tudo bem em ficar bravo com Deus. Ele agüenta.&lt;br /&gt;9. Poupe para a aposentadoria, começando com seu primeiro salário.&lt;br /&gt;10. Quando se trata de chocolate, resistência é em vão.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sele a paz com seu passado, para que ele não estrague seu presente.&lt;br /&gt;12. Está tudo bem em seus filhos te verem chorar.&lt;br /&gt;13. Não compare sua vida com a dos outros. Você não tem idéia do que se trata a jornada deles.&lt;br /&gt;14. Se um relacionamento tem que ser um segredo, você não deveria estar nele.&lt;br /&gt;15 Tudo pode mudar num piscar de olhos; mas não se preocupe, Deus nunca pisca.&lt;br /&gt;16. Respire bem fundo. Isso acalma a mente.&lt;br /&gt;17. Se desfaça de tudo que não é útil, bonito e prazeroso.&lt;br /&gt;18. O que não te mata, realmente te torna mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;19. Nunca é tarde demais para se ter uma infância feliz. Mas a segunda só depende de você e mais ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;20. Quando se trata de ir atrás do que você ama na vida, não aceite "não" como resposta.&lt;br /&gt;21. Acenda velas, coloque os lençóis bonitos, use a lingerie elegante. Não guarde para uma ocasião especial. Hoje é especial.&lt;br /&gt;22. Se prepare bastante; depois, se deixe levar pela maré...&lt;br /&gt;23. Seja excêntrico agora, não espere ficar velho para usar roxo.&lt;br /&gt;24. O órgão sexual mais importante é o cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;25. Ninguém é responsável pela sua felicidade, além de você.&lt;br /&gt;26. Encare cada "chamado" desastre com essas palavras: Em cinco anos, vai importar?&lt;br /&gt;27. Sempre escolha a vida.&lt;br /&gt;28. Perdoe tudo de todos.&lt;br /&gt;29. O que outras pessoas pensam de você não é da sua conta.&lt;br /&gt;30. O tempo cura quase tudo. Dê tempo.&lt;br /&gt;31. Indepedentemente de a situação ser boa ou ruim, irá mudar.&lt;br /&gt;32. Não se leve tão a sério. Ninguém mais leva...&lt;br /&gt;33. Acredite em milagres.&lt;br /&gt;34. Deus te ama por causa de quem Ele é, não pelo que vc fez ou deixou de fazer.&lt;br /&gt;35. Não faça auditoria de sua vida. Apareça e faça o melhor dela agora.&lt;br /&gt;36. Envelhecer é melhor do que morrer jovem.&lt;br /&gt;37. Seus filhos só têm uma infância.&lt;br /&gt;38. Tudo o que realmente importa, no final, é que você amou.&lt;br /&gt;39. Vá para a rua todo dia. Milagres estão esperando em todos os lugares.&lt;br /&gt;40. Se todos jogássemos nossos problemas em uma pilha e víssemos os de todo mundo, pegaríamos os nossos de volta.&lt;br /&gt;41. Inveja é perda de tempo. Você já tem tudo o que precisa.&lt;br /&gt;42. O melhor está por vir.&lt;br /&gt;43. Não importa como vc se sinta, levante, se vista e apareça.&lt;br /&gt;44. Produza.&lt;br /&gt;45. A vida não vem embrulhada em um laço, mas ainda é um presente"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regina Brett, 90 anos, Cleaveland, Ohio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4523776193219049683?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4523776193219049683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4523776193219049683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/45-licoes-que-vida-me-ensinou.html' title='45 lições que a vida me ensinou'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-8545430566430789542</id><published>2009-10-28T22:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:57:04.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A idade e a mudança.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Suj2XhVge7I/AAAAAAAACLY/bWb04RYx-fA/s1600-h/image00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397835037349542834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Suj2XhVge7I/AAAAAAAACLY/bWb04RYx-fA/s400/image00111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mês passado, participei de um evento sobre o Dia da Mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Era um bate-papo com uma platéia composta de umas 250 mulheres de todas as raças, credos e idades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por falar em idade, lá pelas tantas, fui questionada sobre a minha e, como não me envergonho dela, respondi.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um momento inesquecível...&lt;br /&gt;A platéia inteira fez um 'oooohh' de descrédito.&lt;br /&gt;Aí fiquei pensando: 'pô, estou neste auditório há quase uma hora exibindo minha inteligência, e a única coisa que provocou uma reação calorosa da mulherada foi o fato de eu não aparentar a idade que tenho? Onde é que nós estamos?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde não sei, mas estamos correndo atrás de algo caquético chamado 'juventude eterna'. Estão todos em busca da reversão do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Acho ótimo, porque decrepitude também não é meu sonho de consumo, mas cirurgias estéticas não dão conta desse assunto sozinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Há um outro truque que faz com que continuemos a ser chamadas de senhoritas mesmo em idade avançada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fonte da juventude chama-se "mudança".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fato, quem é escravo da repetição está condenado a virar cadáver antes da hora.&lt;br /&gt;A única maneira de ser idoso sem envelhecer é não se opor a novos comportamentos, é ter disposição para guinadas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu pretendo morrer jovem aos 120 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Mudança, o que vem a ser tal coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe recentemente mudou do apartamento enorme em que morou a vida toda para um bem menorzinho.&lt;br /&gt;Teve que vender e doar mais da metade dos móveis e tranqueiras, que havia guardado e, mesmo tendo feito isso com certa dor, ao conquistar uma vida mais compacta e simplificada, rejuvenesceu.&lt;br /&gt;Uma amiga casada há 38 anos cansou das galinhagens do marido e o mandou passear, sem temer ficar sozinha aos 65 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Rejuvenesceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma outra cansou da pauleira urbana e trocou um baita emprego por um não tão bom, só que em Florianópolis, onde ela vai à praia sempre que tem sol.&lt;br /&gt;Rejuvenesceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda mudança cobra um alto preço emocional.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de se tomar uma decisão difícil, e durante a tomada, chora-se muito, os questionamentos são inúmeros, a vida se desestabiliza.&lt;br /&gt;Mas então chega o depois, a coisa feita, e aí a recompensa fica escancarada na face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudanças fazem milagres por nossos olhos, e é no olhar que se percebe a tal juventude eterna.&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar opaco pode ser puxado e repuxado por um cirurgião a ponto de as rugas sumirem, só que continuará opaco porque não existe plástica que resgate seu brilho.&lt;br /&gt;Quem dá brilho ao olhar é a vida que a gente optou por levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe-se no espelho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lya Luft&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8545430566430789542?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8545430566430789542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8545430566430789542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/idade-e-mudanca.html' title='A idade e a mudança.'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Suj2XhVge7I/AAAAAAAACLY/bWb04RYx-fA/s72-c/image00111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-8412339782254582604</id><published>2009-10-18T01:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:14:17.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/StqkDP_aOUI/AAAAAAAACKo/nY_I92MoD8w/s1600-h/que...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393803879468644674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/StqkDP_aOUI/AAAAAAAACKo/nY_I92MoD8w/s400/que...jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o breve seja de um longo pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Que o longo seja de um curto sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo seja leve de tal forma&lt;br /&gt;que o tempo nunca leve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A. Ruiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8412339782254582604?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8412339782254582604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8412339782254582604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/que-o-breve-seja-de-um-longo-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/StqkDP_aOUI/AAAAAAAACKo/nY_I92MoD8w/s72-c/que...jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-9008527476915555592</id><published>2009-10-17T23:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:59:09.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Te namorar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/StqSG36sUGI/AAAAAAAACI4/8fG36vKbseI/s1600-h/se...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393784150516584546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/StqSG36sUGI/AAAAAAAACI4/8fG36vKbseI/s400/se...jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rosemari Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;Clique na imagem para ampliar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-9008527476915555592?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/9008527476915555592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/9008527476915555592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/te-namorar.html' title='Te namorar'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/StqSG36sUGI/AAAAAAAACI4/8fG36vKbseI/s72-c/se...jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-8825931127888044880</id><published>2009-10-10T14:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:31:17.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Stqn-ej3QyI/AAAAAAAACLQ/TMFL8KH2u-k/s1600-h/Cicatrizcora1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393808195526804258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Stqn-ej3QyI/AAAAAAAACLQ/TMFL8KH2u-k/s400/Cicatrizcora1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do sofrimento, emergiram as almas mais fortes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As personalidades mais sólidas são repletas de cicatrizes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kahlil Gibran &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8825931127888044880?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8825931127888044880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8825931127888044880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-sofrimento-emergiram-as-almas-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Stqn-ej3QyI/AAAAAAAACLQ/TMFL8KH2u-k/s72-c/Cicatrizcora1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-9132250064893765803</id><published>2009-10-10T00:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:29:39.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Os hackers na minha vida....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma pessoa mal intencionada invadiu meu computador e colocou nele um vírus que se alojou na memória RAM me obrigando a formatar a maquina.&lt;br /&gt;É horrível isso. O sentimento da invasão provoca uma sensação de impotência, raiva, fragilidade. Beira ao ódio, mesmo. Quem já teve uma pane no pc por vírus ou outra razão qualquer, sabe do que falo.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que faz uma coisa assim não imagina o estrago que pode fazer na vida de alguém, considerando que muitos usam o computador como ferramenta de trabalho e nele armazenam documentos, trabalhos, dados preciosos e, nem sempre (até por descuido mesmo) tem copia atualizada do seu conteúdo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não perdi muita coisa porque tive tempo de passar para um cd algumas coisas, mas o trabalho que terei pra reinstalar os programas que uso com freqüência será grande e demandará tempo para concluir tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando peguei o meu notebook da assistência e o abri em casa, vazio... sem as minhas coisas habituais ali dentro, me deu um aperto no coração e passeando por ele pensei em quantas vezes já tive a vida invadida desse jeito por pessoas que se diziam amigas, pessoas que pareciam amigas.., perdendo coisas materiais e não apenas, o que é pior.!!&lt;br /&gt;Por algumas vezes surgiram pessoas na minha vida nas quais confiei, dei de mim e após elas conhecerem e fazerem parte do meu universo, se foram, levando algumas pastas que continham meus sentimentos de confiança, cumplicidade, sinceridade, amizade, respeito, verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer que a sensação é exatamente a mesma só que a dor é maior ainda porque são pessoas que eu mesma acolhi no meu mundo, (o que o torna pior que o invasor porque entra com meu consentimento, faz parte da minha vida com a minha anuência, parceria e confiança) e depois sai, levando tudo, como um hacker, que invade, deixa seus rastros de destruição, detonando tudo, mas não deixa pistas para onde foi. Pior porque não existem formas de fazer beckup das pastas pessoais onde guardamos os mais preciosos sentimentos que carregamos dentro de nós. Não se copia para um hd externo, um pen driver, um cd ou dvd o que sentimos com o coração. Perdeu é pra sempre e causa dores, sofrimentos e decepções que atingem a alma, faz endurecer o coração e desacreditar que ainda existe gente de verdade. É isso... Agora mãos a obra.. É tempo de recomeçar... Construir de novo... Renovar para crescer!!&lt;br /&gt;Alguém já disse: É preciso podar as árvores para que elas renasçam mais fortes, formosas e produtivas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(não coloco imagem neste post porque a pasta onde as guardava, perdi com a formatação. Terei que começar de novo a colecioná-la da net. Recomeçar do mesmo jeito quando tive meu Universo Particular assaltado, desiludido) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-9132250064893765803?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/9132250064893765803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/9132250064893765803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-hackers-das-nossas-vidas.html' title='Os hackers na minha vida....'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-3533984806349313250</id><published>2009-10-07T10:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:35:35.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389881350262169794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Ssy0h__hIMI/AAAAAAAACIY/5w-p3q6qA2c/s400/ousadia.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que poder é esse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que sedução devassadora é essa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que sinto sempre que você me abraça?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só de lhe ver me arrepia a pele em choques térmicos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e me rendo pacífica aos seus desejos hipotéticos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me excita e me choca a sua ousadia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, sempre mais e mais como num crescendo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;embarco na sua fantasia..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando entregue aos nossos devaneios &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentindo em meu corpo os seus meneios, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada mais importa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abrimos do desejo as portas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(parte do poema "Sinto em meu corpo" de Asta Vonzodas)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-3533984806349313250?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3533984806349313250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/3533984806349313250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/que-poder-e-esse-que-seducao.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Ssy0h__hIMI/AAAAAAAACIY/5w-p3q6qA2c/s72-c/ousadia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-8455087845275116557</id><published>2009-10-05T14:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:00:01.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu, cicatriz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Ssy6jgNfIfI/AAAAAAAACIo/-ivExABiqRk/s1600-h/eu,+cicatriz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389887973160329714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Ssy6jgNfIfI/AAAAAAAACIo/-ivExABiqRk/s400/eu,+cicatriz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encandescente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-8455087845275116557?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8455087845275116557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/8455087845275116557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_05.html' title='Eu, cicatriz'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Ssy6jgNfIfI/AAAAAAAACIo/-ivExABiqRk/s72-c/eu,+cicatriz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-5950432125465995575</id><published>2009-10-05T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:30:08.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Ssos9aQiolI/AAAAAAAACHg/zvt2BDZSOlI/s1600-h/frase1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 557px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389169337634562642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Ssos9aQiolI/AAAAAAAACHg/zvt2BDZSOlI/s400/frase1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-5950432125465995575?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5950432125465995575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5950432125465995575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Ssos9aQiolI/AAAAAAAACHg/zvt2BDZSOlI/s72-c/frase1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-4112603902878862446</id><published>2009-10-05T01:19:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:35:20.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prazer e êxtase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388984227990400338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SsmEmnGM7VI/AAAAAAAACHY/5C0-s2md4dk/s400/untitled23.bmp" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O prazer se faz em êxtase&lt;br /&gt;quando o meu corpo, feito água,&lt;br /&gt;descobre todos os caminhos do seu&lt;br /&gt;e deixa-se ficar onde você&lt;br /&gt;mergulha em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stela Fonseca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4112603902878862446?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4112603902878862446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4112603902878862446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-prazer-se-faz-em-extase-quando-o-meu.html' title='Prazer e êxtase'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SsmEmnGM7VI/AAAAAAAACHY/5C0-s2md4dk/s72-c/untitled23.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-5594932511646179937</id><published>2009-10-05T01:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:34:39.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendição</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388979783281096626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SsmAj5Q7N7I/AAAAAAAACHI/GZMc2T91hnc/s400/004i051zGsM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomou-o.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente...&lt;br /&gt;Tomou-o.&lt;br /&gt;Deitou-o na cama&lt;br /&gt;Prendeu-o nas pernas&lt;br /&gt;Prendeu-o nos braços&lt;br /&gt;Prendeu-o nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Prendeu-o na boca.&lt;br /&gt;Sentou-se no corpo&lt;br /&gt;Sentou-se no sexo&lt;br /&gt;Mordeu-lhe as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Fechou-lhe o olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Agarrou-lhe as nádegas&lt;br /&gt;Encerrou-o no corpo&lt;br /&gt;Enterrou-o no corpo&lt;br /&gt;Parou-o&lt;br /&gt;Antes do prazer.&lt;br /&gt;E prolongou o tempo&lt;br /&gt;E atrasou o tempo&lt;br /&gt;E foi ternura o momento&lt;br /&gt;Em que rendida o tomou&lt;br /&gt;Em que rendida se deu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Encandescente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-5594932511646179937?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5594932511646179937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/5594932511646179937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomou-o.html' title='Rendição'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SsmAj5Q7N7I/AAAAAAAACHI/GZMc2T91hnc/s72-c/004i051zGsM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-4670661461333796334</id><published>2009-10-05T00:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:57:15.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Ssl8JAi0RrI/AAAAAAAACHA/d9Ubr8jpmO8/s1600-h/coratempo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388974923332208306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Ssl8JAi0RrI/AAAAAAAACHA/d9Ubr8jpmO8/s400/coratempo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizem que o tempo cura as feridas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não concordo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As feridas ficam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o tempo, a mente, para se manter sã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cria uma cicatriz para reduzir a dor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas a ferida fica"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rose Kennedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-4670661461333796334?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4670661461333796334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/4670661461333796334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/dizem-que-o-tempo-cura-as-feridas.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Ssl8JAi0RrI/AAAAAAAACHA/d9Ubr8jpmO8/s72-c/coratempo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-1318976456614953431</id><published>2009-10-04T14:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:33:43.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercedes Sosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SsjvP9cmiGI/AAAAAAAACG4/xmUGqKMFRLs/s1600-h/sosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388820011620403298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SsjvP9cmiGI/AAAAAAAACG4/xmUGqKMFRLs/s400/sosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem sempre precisamos conhecer pessoalmente alguém para sentir a sua morte. Por razões que não conseguimos explicar, algumas entram na nossa vida de formas diferentes e deixam marcas por algo escrito, cantado, falado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://entretenimento.br.msn.com/famosidades/noticias-artigo.aspx?cp-documentid=22053547" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mercedes Sosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; entrou na minha quando jovem através das suas musicas, cujas letras sempre me tocavam a alma. Lamento que a tenha perdido mesmo sabendo que suas obras são eternas e que continuarei podendo usufruir delas quando desejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes deu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WyOJ-A5iv5I" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"graças a vida" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enquanto viveu, agora descansará em paz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-1318976456614953431?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1318976456614953431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/1318976456614953431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/10/mercedes-sosa.html' title='Mercedes Sosa'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SsjvP9cmiGI/AAAAAAAACG4/xmUGqKMFRLs/s72-c/sosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-450519957925175986</id><published>2009-09-18T22:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:13:02.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SrRFxga41TI/AAAAAAAACGw/jYOdgLvgSQg/s1600-h/momento+carencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383004171433202994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SrRFxga41TI/AAAAAAAACGw/jYOdgLvgSQg/s400/momento+carencia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou nos meus dias de carencia. Eles sempre aparecem. Não são muitos, apenas alguns dentro do mês, mas o suficiente para me deixar mal humorada, irritadiça, enfezada. E nem vem com essa de TPM. Sei bem o que é isso e pode apostar, não é o caso, (a menos que TPM desperte desejos de abraçar, beijar na boca, amar, amar e amar sem pressa).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É carencia de fato e começa quando estou enfadada do dia a dia, da mesmisse, do fato de abrir a porta e não encontrar um abraço, farta dessa rotina que é feito bomba que vai queimando o pavio até o dia que "bum!!!!", explode. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que bom seria explodir de prazer e não de tédio. Que bom seria ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-450519957925175986?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/450519957925175986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/450519957925175986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/09/estou-nos-meus-dias-de-carencia.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SrRFxga41TI/AAAAAAAACGw/jYOdgLvgSQg/s72-c/momento+carencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-2143527500845729286</id><published>2009-09-15T00:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:00:42.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sq8fP1HFKOI/AAAAAAAACGg/hY2LkiYNNLQ/s1600-h/930529-Carla+Salgueiro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381554436546308322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sq8fP1HFKOI/AAAAAAAACGg/hY2LkiYNNLQ/s400/930529-Carla+Salgueiro1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se nesta continuada confidencia muito falei de Amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perdoai, Senhores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Somente sei falar dos meus amores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Odylon Costa Filho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-2143527500845729286?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2143527500845729286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/2143527500845729286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-nesta-continuada-confidencia-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sq8fP1HFKOI/AAAAAAAACGg/hY2LkiYNNLQ/s72-c/930529-Carla+Salgueiro1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-6831535962950413967</id><published>2009-09-15T00:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:51:38.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgLyXgmJ-7Q&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgLyXgmJ-7Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Dominguinhos - Nando Cordel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-6831535962950413967?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/6831535962950413967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/6831535962950413967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/09/composicao-dominguinhos-nando-cordel.html' title=''/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-7304710591393970742</id><published>2009-09-15T00:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:02:58.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sq8baWV0KvI/AAAAAAAACGY/IJbJ4N7-NgU/s1600-h/00i50510R3i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 348px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381550219218660082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sq8baWV0KvI/AAAAAAAACGY/IJbJ4N7-NgU/s400/00i50510R3i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por motivos diversos e que não revelarei, estive ausente deste espaço. Porém, não ausente do meu universo que sou eu na minha essencia. Não há como fugir de nós próprios. Onde quer que estejamos, estamos inteiros. Não se leva partes de nós !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vivi neste tempo de ausência o que todos vivem. Lutei, chorei, sorri, cantei, vibrei, odiei, amei, tive decepções, ganhei, perdi, mas tudo isso sem perder o tesão pela vida, sem perder a esperança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Regresso ao meu Universo Particular para ocupar meu espaço nesta galáxia. Sou eu exposta, revelada em palavras minhas ou de outrem, que como eu, transpira paixão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-7304710591393970742?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7304710591393970742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7304710591393970742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/09/regresso.html' title='Regresso..'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sq8baWV0KvI/AAAAAAAACGY/IJbJ4N7-NgU/s72-c/00i50510R3i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-7465495199213395731</id><published>2009-07-04T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:49:47.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero lhe beijar a boca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sk-xpSJ1BtI/AAAAAAAACGQ/EUODE1ikkYE/s1600-h/beijo+desejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354693804772624082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sk-xpSJ1BtI/AAAAAAAACGQ/EUODE1ikkYE/s400/beijo+desejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero lhe beijar a boca&lt;br /&gt;morder seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;e brincar sua língua na minha.&lt;br /&gt;Quero lhe beijar a nuca&lt;br /&gt;lhe arrepiar inteiro&lt;br /&gt;encostar meu peito no seu&lt;br /&gt;até os corações se compassarem&lt;br /&gt;as mãos entrelaçadas suarem.&lt;br /&gt;Quero um abraço eterno&lt;br /&gt;de guardar seu cheiro na minha pele.&lt;br /&gt;Quero me queimar no seu fogo&lt;br /&gt;e guardar pra sempre a cicatriz escarlate&lt;br /&gt;desse nosso encontro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Léa Waider&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-7465495199213395731?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7465495199213395731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/7465495199213395731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/quero-lhe-beijar-boca.html' title='Quero lhe beijar a boca'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/Sk-xpSJ1BtI/AAAAAAAACGQ/EUODE1ikkYE/s72-c/beijo+desejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849339.post-875531826285882209</id><published>2009-06-29T23:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:57:08.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucuras de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SkmMcAomKPI/AAAAAAAACF4/GEh1kEimBuE/s1600-h/loucurasdeamor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352964044941043954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SkmMcAomKPI/AAAAAAAACF4/GEh1kEimBuE/s400/loucurasdeamor.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um coração adormecido, desperta&lt;br /&gt;a magia de uma vida entre correntes&lt;br /&gt;de pensamentos insanos e impuros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitado sob os lençóis de brancas&lt;br /&gt;areias, entre os dedos dos pés nus,&lt;br /&gt;sedentos e quentes, em chamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com o pensamento a voar, entre&lt;br /&gt;nuvens de vento, tento sorrir ao&lt;br /&gt;ver o reflexo refletido na escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E suas carnes coladas as minhas,&lt;br /&gt;atrai os pelos dos meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;e arrepiado me vejo a te olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manso, calmo e tranquilo aperto minhas&lt;br /&gt;mãos no seu corpo deixando marcas,&lt;br /&gt;marcando um encontro a beira mar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sávio Assad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849339-875531826285882209?l=universoparticular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/875531826285882209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849339/posts/default/875531826285882209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universoparticular.blogspot.com/2009/06/loucuras-de-amor.html' title='Loucuras de Amor'/><author><name>roses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688527485314264134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2468/1600/002fig2_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOsRjkSli1w/SkmMcAomKPI/AAAAAAAACF4/GEh1kEimBuE/s72-c/loucurasdeamor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
