tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47081043544679872792012-02-16T19:20:18.198ZSEGREDO DA LUA - O recanto dos meus segredos -segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.comBlogger2231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-23896346399189561312011-05-26T22:31:00.001+01:002011-05-26T22:47:36.855+01:00Porque na vida tudo tem um fim ...<br />e porque neste momento não faz sentido para mim escrever...<br />Despeço-me de todos os que me visitam com um até qualquer dia quem sabe!<br /><br />Deixo vos uma música que diz muito para mim e que sou incapaz de ouvir sem que as lagrimas espreitem nos meu olhos.<br /><br /><a href="http://youtu.be/P80Y1O5l2Zo">http://youtu.be/P80Y1O5l2Zo</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-2389634639918956131?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-50211134230428545832011-05-24T22:21:00.001+01:002011-05-24T22:24:26.040+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVXBgsXtMww/Tdwhs--T9eI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ch5j8LGnX0o/s1600/tristeza.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610396292499109346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVXBgsXtMww/Tdwhs--T9eI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ch5j8LGnX0o/s200/tristeza.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p>Não vou estar</p><br /><p>não vou te ver</p><br /><p>não vou te tocar</p><br /><p>não vou te cheirar</p><br /><p align="center">eu não vou </p><br /><p align="right">porque tu não vais!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5021113423042854583?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-26675865681696032292011-05-15T20:02:00.001+01:002011-05-15T20:20:12.237+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOyK0sPnk9w/TdAnFUttovI/AAAAAAAAAk8/nTFE8YYlw0c/s1600/eu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607024508489540338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOyK0sPnk9w/TdAnFUttovI/AAAAAAAAAk8/nTFE8YYlw0c/s200/eu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p>Gosto dos momentos em que confundo o teu corpo com o meu...</p><br /><p>Naqueles momentos que nem sei onde começo e tu acabas...</p><br /><p>Onde me esqueço do mundo que nos rodeia...</p><br /><p>e apenas me entrego ao prazer que me dás!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-2667586568169603229?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-38458824368031268242011-05-02T23:37:00.002+01:002011-05-02T23:49:06.825+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFkDbbLmYbg/Tb8ylKhcmhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/nAuarSGUqPU/s1600/cor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602252075533376018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFkDbbLmYbg/Tb8ylKhcmhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/nAuarSGUqPU/s200/cor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p>Existem momentos em que as duvidas se apoderam...</p><br /><p>minutos cruciais em decisões...</p><br /><p>decisões cruciais a tomar em minutos!</p><br /><p>Alturas em que as conversas são ecos</p><br /><p>e os ecos são memórias.</p><br /><p>Nesses momentos o silencio pode ser a delicia ou a tortura de quem não sabe como agir.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-3845882436803126824?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-70238116219517310332011-04-25T20:09:00.005+01:002011-04-25T20:24:55.033+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBjDYz2auRU/TbXHCjkl6kI/AAAAAAAAAko/Yy9i6hgzL_A/s1600/corpo+de+outro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599600558427466306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBjDYz2auRU/TbXHCjkl6kI/AAAAAAAAAko/Yy9i6hgzL_A/s200/corpo%2Bde%2Boutro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>É noite e a minha alma segrega uma luz...a da imaginação!</p><br /><br /><br /><p>Navego no infinito e divago. No meu imaginar surge uma imagem... escura... que não consigo ver.</p><br /><br /><br /><p>Envolvo-me de novo no meu "mar" e navego contra a maré, o leme do meu barco quebra, o infinito torna-se inavegável... um caos tal como uma bussula sem sul!</p><br /><br /><br /><p>No meio do meu medo e da escuridão da noite adormeço ao som da música que o oceano me oferece e quando acordo ainda sou uma naufraga!</p><br /><br /><br /><p>Visualizo uma ilha...deserta? Não porque ao longe o vulto de um homem perfeito nas suas formas dirige-se para mim e eu estremeço! O coração bate descompassadamente... a cabeça gira e eu quero falar sem que as palavras me saiam.... penso eu!</p><br /><br /><br /><p>Ele chama por mim... quer que eu seja a sua rainha... dona do seu corpo...mas eu não sei o que faço, que digo, que penso.</p><br /><br /><br /><p>Sei! Sei que gosto de ti mas também sei que as amarras não me soltam<span style="color:#000000;">.</span>.. Vou fugir, correr a ilha e voltar a ser naufraga num mar que me absorve.</p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p><strong><em>Um texto meu encontrado perdido numa gaveta, escrito numa altura em que nem computadores havia!!!</em></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-7023811621951731033?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-4373276399832175782011-04-20T21:42:00.002+01:002011-04-20T21:47:37.628+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lvzVHAkVT4/Ta9FqW3m7BI/AAAAAAAAAkg/CaL-s9ocyoQ/s1600/088_mulher_nua11.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597769455840455698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lvzVHAkVT4/Ta9FqW3m7BI/AAAAAAAAAkg/CaL-s9ocyoQ/s200/088_mulher_nua11.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p align="center">Perdão...</p><br /><p>Por tudo o que penso e não digo...</p><br /><p>Por tudo o que digo sem pensar!</p><br /><p align="center">Por tudo o que desejo e não devo...</p><br /><p align="center">Por tudo o que posso desejar e não desejo...</p><br /><p align="right">Pelos pensamentos</p><br /><p align="right">e por aqueles que me recuso a pensar!</p><br /><p>Pelas acções que ainda não cometi</p><br /><p>( as que cometo não preciso nem quero perdão!)</p><br /><p align="center">Perdão!</p><br /><p align="right">Apenas perdão!</p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-437327639983217578?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-50094453368698555322011-04-10T21:31:00.002+01:002011-04-10T21:40:44.545+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gtdcfeHKDeQ/TaIUuuSNohI/AAAAAAAAAkU/B4zbuFiYaQc/s1600/prazer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594056480078537234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gtdcfeHKDeQ/TaIUuuSNohI/AAAAAAAAAkU/B4zbuFiYaQc/s200/prazer.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><p>O calor invade-me...</p><br /><p align="center">O desejo desperta em mim...</p><br /><p align="right">A recordação apodera-se...</p><br /><p>A nostalgia avança!</p><br /><p align="center">Mas hoje não me vou deixar abalar...</p><br /><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5009445336869855532?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-71767029487708450442011-04-02T11:25:00.001+01:002011-04-02T11:27:17.118+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fdy5YwU0_9g/TZb5xHLvEjI/AAAAAAAAAkM/KBjiZ0T2low/s1600/ol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590930609564226098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fdy5YwU0_9g/TZb5xHLvEjI/AAAAAAAAAkM/KBjiZ0T2low/s200/ol.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div></div><br /><p>O teu olhar intriga me!</p><br /><p align="center">Por vezes tão presente</p><br /><p align="right">outras ausente</p><br /><p align="center">Por vezes tão intenso</p><br /><p align="right">outras demasiado vago...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-7176702948770845044?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-54205128723880647032011-03-27T13:39:00.003+01:002011-03-27T13:46:22.924+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUEqzsyFD84/TY8w2q_IJJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/PMsqfIXxrhU/s1600/s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588739378400208018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUEqzsyFD84/TY8w2q_IJJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/PMsqfIXxrhU/s200/s.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div></div><br /><p>Haverá algo mais verdadeiro</p><br /><p>do que cantar sem música?</p><br /><p align="center">do que escrever com o coração?</p><br /><p align="right">do que amar com a alma?</p><br /><p>do que viver sem amanhã?</p><br /><p align="center">do que chorar e gritar quando assim o desejamos?</p><br /><p align="right">do que ser sincero e acreditar?</p><br /><p>do que dar sem esperar receber?</p><br /><p align="center">do que receber sem obrigação do dar?</p><br /><p align="right">Haverá???</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5420512872388064703?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-64597918652695077422011-03-17T22:15:00.001Z2011-03-17T22:17:30.951Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2wmZhMpny6I/TYKIILySaII/AAAAAAAAAj8/_BF2ZtalLkQ/s1600/caricia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585176162076878978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2wmZhMpny6I/TYKIILySaII/AAAAAAAAAj8/_BF2ZtalLkQ/s200/caricia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Vontade louca e voraz </p><p>esta que me percorre!</p><p>Vontade de te ter comigo </p><p align="center">e </p><p align="right">loucamente</p><p align="right">delirantemente</p><p align="right">te ter em meus braços!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-6459791865269507742?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-80775792646597399302011-03-13T18:57:00.001Z2011-03-13T19:00:34.100Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6XN_lmYsrU/TX0T5WM8j7I/AAAAAAAAAj0/xN1UmtNhvIQ/s1600/nudez.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583640988942634930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6XN_lmYsrU/TX0T5WM8j7I/AAAAAAAAAj0/xN1UmtNhvIQ/s200/nudez.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">A tua falta causa-me saudade</p><p align="center">A tua <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ausência</span> desejo!</p><p>Perdi-me </p><p align="center">não em ti</p><p align="right">mas em mim!!!</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-8077579264659739930?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-13858247488863977992011-03-08T20:29:00.002Z2011-03-08T20:32:24.080Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RacYGPVO9qU/TXaRvYcE0wI/AAAAAAAAAjs/bLlYokhbjNI/s1600/vinho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581809031372395266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RacYGPVO9qU/TXaRvYcE0wI/AAAAAAAAAjs/bLlYokhbjNI/s200/vinho.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">Dá me um copo de vinho!!!</p><p align="center">Hoje quero brindar... ou não!</p><p align="center">Gemer... ou talvez não!</p><p align="center">Gritar e espernear...</p><p align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sussurrar</span>!</p><p>Hoje quero beber...do teu copo...</p><p align="center">do teu vinho... de ti...quem sabe? </p><p align="right">talvez sim ou talvez não!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1385824748886397799?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-58602818869180596862011-03-04T21:36:00.002Z2011-03-04T21:39:56.651Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t173zfd_lvQ/TXFbkTMOZ4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/SfjM6HCbAsI/s1600/sexo0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580342092473722754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t173zfd_lvQ/TXFbkTMOZ4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/SfjM6HCbAsI/s200/sexo0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Desejo...</p><p>um abraço longo...</p><p> num momento único...</p><p>um gemido profundo...</p><p>num sentimento reciproco...</p><p>Desejo...</p><p>uma noite intensa...</p><p>com olhares cúmplices...</p><p>caricias sem fim...</p><p>o teu cheiro em mim...</p><p>e o meu em ti!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5860281886918059686?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-19033674923998966112011-02-27T17:53:00.002Z2011-02-27T17:58:16.871Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt-0Td8dl4U/TWqPpb-qQ7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/pzwSFE80p0g/s1600/coracao_apertado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578429030499763122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt-0Td8dl4U/TWqPpb-qQ7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/pzwSFE80p0g/s200/coracao_apertado.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Há quase um ano que não te vejo... não falo... não oiço.</div><div>As saudades invadem-me, por vezes sinto que sentes necessidade de falar comigo... não sei explicar mas sinto-te perto de mim!</div><div>Abraço-te e beijo-te todas as noites porque há diferentes formas de amar e tu sabes o quanto és para mim.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1903367492399896611?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-83052067242947964812011-02-25T21:55:00.002Z2011-02-25T21:59:25.638Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCZ6Wr_iW00/TWglT_ksB4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/Y2HmCLvteT0/s1600/sexy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577749163911415682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCZ6Wr_iW00/TWglT_ksB4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/Y2HmCLvteT0/s200/sexy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Queres-me?</p><p>Vem então!</p><p>Estou à tua espera...pacientemente e obedientemente como é meu hábito...</p><p>Aliás sabes uma coisa? Acho que devo mudar o meu hábito... Devia fazer-te sentir tudo aquilo(e mais ainda) que eu sinto!!!</p><p>Não te parece???</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-8305206724294796481?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-20010006521844715752011-02-21T21:54:00.001Z2011-02-21T21:56:13.510Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FpNPw6bRU8/TWLfOJuWNWI/AAAAAAAAAjM/lJ8t1pmJ6kY/s1600/solidao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576264722859570530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FpNPw6bRU8/TWLfOJuWNWI/AAAAAAAAAjM/lJ8t1pmJ6kY/s200/solidao.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Será que todas as pessoas têm este meu dom?</p><p>O de magoar quem menos merece...?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-2001000652184471575?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-5317788407669194232011-02-19T11:17:00.001Z2011-02-19T11:19:36.649Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXK5uxx8e7k/TV-m7e4ax0I/AAAAAAAAAjE/1VzAAsrFQ3c/s1600/chiu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575358404540155714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXK5uxx8e7k/TV-m7e4ax0I/AAAAAAAAAjE/1VzAAsrFQ3c/s200/chiu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Sinto-me sufocar</p><p>por aquilo que não te digo</p><p>e por aquilo que te digo!</p><p>Apetece-me gritar no silêncio</p><p>e assim ficar...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-531778840766919423?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-33583913590433706132011-02-08T22:10:00.002Z2011-02-08T22:14:49.275Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TVG_ilkoc8I/AAAAAAAAAi8/7esff0AgbV0/s1600/algemas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571444814956229570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TVG_ilkoc8I/AAAAAAAAAi8/7esff0AgbV0/s200/algemas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Luto...</p><p>Por aquilo que às vezes nem sei que luto</p><p>por aquilo que desejo ou talvez não!</p><p> </p><p>Apetece-me amarrar-me...</p><p>a ti quem sabe!</p><p>Ou então desamarrar-me e voar que nem pássaro livre!</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-3358391359043370613?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-12484872139421051722011-02-01T22:20:00.003Z2011-02-01T22:28:52.786Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TUiH-UDH8KI/AAAAAAAAAiw/3vDxKO6Z7jE/s1600/nudez.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568850443847069858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TUiH-UDH8KI/AAAAAAAAAiw/3vDxKO6Z7jE/s200/nudez.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><em>Ele</em>: Não sei porque não gostas de mim!</p><p><em>Ela</em> (nem responde)</p><p><em>Ele</em>: Trato-te bem! Até aos teus pés já estive de joelhos!!!</p><p><em>Ela</em>( continua no silêncio... mas apetece-lhe contar que às vezes a presença dele a tira do sério e que a aparente frieza é somente aparente... ela deseja-o!!!!)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1248487213942105172?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-12883045589097769232011-01-29T11:17:00.002Z2011-01-29T11:49:10.200Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TUP3Vw16vNI/AAAAAAAAAio/iOl1BvAHevk/s1600/cama.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567565517620427986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TUP3Vw16vNI/AAAAAAAAAio/iOl1BvAHevk/s200/cama.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Procurei-te na noite escura</p><p>não estavas... não apareceste</p><p>o silêncio atormenta... a calma amedronta-me</p><p>a impaciência apodera se de mim.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1288304558909776923?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-12567008894330171352011-01-25T21:14:00.002Z2011-01-25T21:17:33.302Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TT89T71I8SI/AAAAAAAAAig/j6Mag9Dt2mg/s1600/banho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566235077140607266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TT89T71I8SI/AAAAAAAAAig/j6Mag9Dt2mg/s200/banho.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>A agua molha me o corpo</p><p>mas é a alma que sinto molhada de tanta dor que me faz chorar...</p><p>Misturo o salgado das lágrimas com o calor de um banho... com o calor das lembranças</p><p>Perco me em momentos e recordações...</p><p>será a agua que me molha ou as lágrimas que me percorrem?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1256700889433017135?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-92025197591388063252011-01-23T18:31:00.002Z2011-01-23T18:35:28.782Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TTx0BxFZquI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4-h9xVcfoLU/s1600/sozinha1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565450813227772642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TTx0BxFZquI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4-h9xVcfoLU/s200/sozinha1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><em>Ele</em>: Diz me que me amas!</p><p><em>Ela</em>: Não posso dizer... porque não amo!</p><p><em>Ele</em>: Eu quero te!</p><p><em>Ela</em>: Desculpa.</p><p><em>Ele</em>: Não sei viver sem ti...</p><p><em>Ela</em>: Sabes sim!</p><p><em>Ele</em>: Porque me esqueceste?</p><p><em>Ela</em>: Porque era o que tu querias!!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-9202519759138806325?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-75285248917627564222011-01-18T21:57:00.001Z2011-01-18T21:59:27.128Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TTYM9X1PulI/AAAAAAAAAiI/8KWMZKQrjqw/s1600/images+%281%29.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563648638171724370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TTYM9X1PulI/AAAAAAAAAiI/8KWMZKQrjqw/s200/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Perco me na escuridão</p><p>na escuridão em que me encontro...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-7528524891762756422?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-37044317494703315192011-01-06T21:33:00.000Z2011-01-06T21:35:08.386Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TSY1VXqNMyI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DK8HhXLnhmM/s1600/paixao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559189431280022306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TSY1VXqNMyI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DK8HhXLnhmM/s200/paixao.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>" A paixão é um bonito pecado</p><p>que não se governa com a razão"...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-3704431749470331519?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-11457980157040746982010-12-31T19:26:00.001Z2010-12-31T19:28:45.282Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TR4ui2mdT2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/mI5XU29OytA/s1600/fim+ano.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556930166529019746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TR4ui2mdT2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/mI5XU29OytA/s200/fim%2Bano.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">Um 2011 com todos os votos habituais mas também com os votos de todos nós mais escondidos, envergonhados, acanhados e recatados!</p><p align="center">Sê feliz!!!</p><p align="center"><strong><em>FELIZ 2011</em></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1145798015704074698?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-54338862362653250772010-12-21T23:52:00.002Z2010-12-21T23:56:54.903Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TRE991TrEII/AAAAAAAAAho/D5m32jTHxBg/s1600/n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553287948015440002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TRE991TrEII/AAAAAAAAAho/D5m32jTHxBg/s200/n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Parabéns Jesus!!!</p><p>Um aniversário de quem tantos se esquecem...</p><p>Uma festa de <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">convívio</span> para todos aqueles que acreditam ou não!</p><p>Dias de folga para os ateus...</p><p>para os descrentes...</p><p>Será justo esquecer o que devia ser comemorado? </p><p>Será justo os descrentes "gozarem" o Natal?</p><p>Será justo o Pai Natal ser a figura referencia?</p><p align="center">FELIZ NATAL!!!</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5433886236265325077?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-43046218289809710902010-12-17T22:08:00.001Z2010-12-17T22:10:15.265Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TQvfYmGDtbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/lp7Bwhte6n8/s1600/images+%282%29.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551776579300079026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TQvfYmGDtbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/lp7Bwhte6n8/s200/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">As duvidas e incertezas </p><p align="center">fazem-me recuar</p><p align="center">sinto-me presa</p><p align="center">acorrentada</p><p align="center">a um sonho impossível de realizar!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-4304621828980971090?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-17913149368511590262010-12-09T22:27:00.002Z2010-12-09T22:30:39.546Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TQFYA1ruUgI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iGTuyG-bBLU/s1600/meia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548812987330875906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TQFYA1ruUgI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iGTuyG-bBLU/s200/meia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Provocas em mim desejo e sensações únicas...</p><p>provocas em mim reacções há muito esquecidas</p><p>(nem sempre boas... mas sempre sentidas!)</p><p>Provocas-me... delírios... completos, intensos e complexos delírios!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1791314936851159026?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-33450909987152615942010-12-05T20:18:00.002Z2010-12-05T20:22:04.144Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TPvzwAe0GII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eOW6LonIZTk/s1600/ss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547295372125411458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TPvzwAe0GII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eOW6LonIZTk/s200/ss.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>O meu corpo</p><p align="center">reclama</p><p align="right">a falta das tuas mãos...</p><p align="right">a falta do teu calor...</p><p align="right">a falta do teu perfume...</p><p>O meu corpo</p><p align="center">reclama </p><p align="right">pelo teu!!!</p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-3345090998715261594?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-30183462324729304732010-12-01T14:52:00.004Z2010-12-01T15:02:23.401Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TPZinniYOuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/E1Ucnhyw3-o/s1600/nu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545728423920941794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TPZinniYOuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/E1Ucnhyw3-o/s200/nu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TPZhpscSwvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bYSxVokkngE/s1600/mar.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><p>Maior defeito?</p><p>Demasiada entrega e exigência</p><p>Maior qualidade?</p><p>Ouvinte e sensível</p><p>(os defeitos depressa se tornam qualidade e vice versa!)</p><p> </p><p>Desejo para este natal?</p><p>Que as pessoas se tornem mais humanas durante o ano inteiro, que aprenda a não esperar nada dos outros...</p><p> </p><p>Maior desejo neste momento?</p><p>O teu colo!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-3018346232472930473?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-63850705626526907802010-11-25T21:53:00.002Z2010-11-25T21:56:22.315Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TO7a7TUBtoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/PnGGhiaYzls/s1600/sen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543608903671068290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TO7a7TUBtoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/PnGGhiaYzls/s200/sen.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Um brilho ilumina-me... é o teu olhar</p><p align="center">um perfume conduz-me...é o teu cheiro</p><p align="right">Um toque perturba-me... são as lembranças das tuas mãos</p><p align="center">uma lembrança guia-me... <strong><em>és tu!</em></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-6385070562652690780?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-69541654479107506632010-11-20T20:56:00.004Z2010-11-20T21:05:29.779Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TOg4EtZTh9I/AAAAAAAAAgw/w2eKy3JXmaU/s1600/ssa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541740995035760594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TOg4EtZTh9I/AAAAAAAAAgw/w2eKy3JXmaU/s200/ssa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TOg2-ZYa_TI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7ZnxYvYpY1s/s1600/sen.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p>Olho à minha volta </p><br /><p>pergunto porque não estás...</p><br /><p>preciso de ti...</p><br /><p>de um gesto, de um sinal...</p><br /><p>Vem ser feliz comigo</p><br /><p>partilhar momentos, dividi-los...</p><br /><p>Vem ser feliz comigo...</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-6954165447910750663?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-62446386915774678802010-11-15T22:25:00.001Z2010-11-15T22:32:03.926Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TOG0IhV8mxI/AAAAAAAAAgg/JuvqsnSeSsE/s1600/ero.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539907075124796178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TOG0IhV8mxI/AAAAAAAAAgg/JuvqsnSeSsE/s200/ero.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Envolvo-te com as minhas mãos</p><p>com o meu corpo</p><p>Sinto-te em mim</p><p>num abraço sem fim</p><p>num aconchego sem limites!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-6244638691577467880?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-87600616965734826962010-11-09T22:59:00.002Z2010-11-09T23:02:49.089Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TNnSTVkFmeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/nmEpND7o2A4/s1600/olha.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537688446476589538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TNnSTVkFmeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/nmEpND7o2A4/s200/olha.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Gostava de conseguir desvendar o teu olhar...</p><p align="center">Queria deixar-te desvendar o meu...</p><p align="right">Como é difícil entender certos olhares!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-8760061696573482696?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-62273638228407559822010-11-02T21:21:00.002Z2010-11-02T21:24:58.331Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TNCBAEZ4v2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/juzhW9TdHLc/s1600/m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535065780220641122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TNCBAEZ4v2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/juzhW9TdHLc/s200/m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>" Nunca pensei muito bem na forma como quero morrer...</div><div>Mas morrer por amor, morrer em vez de quem amo, parece-me ser uma bela forma de morrer"</div><div> </div><div>Conseguirei/ conseguiremos morrer por quem amamos???</div><div><em>(exclui-se, claro está, os filhos!)</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-6227363822840755982?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-60635846042097285832010-10-31T21:28:00.003Z2010-10-31T21:34:48.729Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TM3gPqyRlHI/AAAAAAAAAgI/TWeyZaWqxOI/s1600/CAHOPC1B.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534326076896023666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TM3gPqyRlHI/AAAAAAAAAgI/TWeyZaWqxOI/s200/CAHOPC1B.jpg" border="0" /></a> Deixa-me provocar-te<br />tanto ou mais do que me provocas a mim<br /><br /><div align="center">Deixa-me descobrir-te sem pensar...</div><div align="center">deixa-me fora de mim</div><div align="right">sem preocupações... sem mágoas... sem amanha!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-6063584604209728583?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-23779496954221430702010-10-25T21:06:00.002+01:002010-10-25T21:12:32.059+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TMXj-J-2J7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/SJvIPfPeeos/s1600/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532078374265431986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TMXj-J-2J7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/SJvIPfPeeos/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Hoje não te quero ver... quero te sentir!</p><p align="center">Hoje não te quero ouvir... quero te sentir!</p><p align="right">Hoje não quero pensar... quero te sentir!</p><p align="center">Sentir, imaginar, sonhar...QUERO!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-2377949695422143070?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-18753445952782493332010-10-18T22:02:00.002+01:002010-10-18T22:11:46.349+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TLy16MAPBLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/B8fKlA1sjco/s1600/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529494453763376306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TLy16MAPBLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/B8fKlA1sjco/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>E quando ela lhe abriu a porta</p><p>ele pegou nela e levou a para o banho...</p><p>despiu a quando a roupa <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">já</span> estava encharcada e as suas formas do corpo vincadas...</p><p>Saboreou lhe a pele <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">húmida</span>...</p><p>Gemeu ao ouvido dela</p><p>e num silencio <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">único</span> </p><p>num olhar profundo</p><p>pediu lhe perdão...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1875344595278249333?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-3234767081752493222010-10-12T21:39:00.001+01:002010-10-12T21:54:50.975+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TLTKclraVNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/sLWv9qo38WM/s1600/j.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527265235189781714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TLTKclraVNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/sLWv9qo38WM/s200/j.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Provoca me</p><p align="center">Seduz me</p><p align="right">Atiça me</p><p align="center">quero mais</p><p align="center">muito mais!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-323476708175249322?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-17710002174272160142010-10-03T20:31:00.001+01:002010-10-03T20:34:17.282+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TKjaPbULltI/AAAAAAAAAfo/zscBoZlsNg4/s1600/solidao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523904901535209170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TKjaPbULltI/AAAAAAAAAfo/zscBoZlsNg4/s200/solidao.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Enrolo me em mim mesma</p><p align="center">Na tentativa desenfreada </p><p align="right">de desenrolar </p><p align="center">tudo aquilo que está enrolado na minha cabeça ...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1771000217427216014?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-81144280391143740822010-09-28T22:39:00.002+01:002010-09-28T22:51:14.338+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TKJid1QFcaI/AAAAAAAAAfg/rpLJWWzQ0hs/s1600/so.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522084357759922594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TKJid1QFcaI/AAAAAAAAAfg/rpLJWWzQ0hs/s200/so.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>No escuro</p><p>oiço te</p><p>sinto te</p><p>pressinto te</p><p align="right">não passas de uma miragem</p><p align="right">de uma ilusão</p><p align="right">que eu quero ter!</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-8114428039114374082?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-79204618843831673922010-09-25T21:49:00.002+01:002010-09-25T21:53:51.105+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TJ5ggDhoMVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/jdgF1V4IsFo/s1600/pensar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520956297021239634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TJ5ggDhoMVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/jdgF1V4IsFo/s200/pensar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Hoje </p><p>Relembro...</p><p>Revivo...</p><p align="right">Hoje </p><p align="right">Choro o que ainda não tinha chorado</p><p align="right">Sorrio o que ainda não tinha sorrido</p><p align="center">Analiso o que tinha guardado na minha memória...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-7920461884383167392?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-88179789489652122172010-09-23T20:25:00.002+01:002010-09-23T20:32:35.192+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TJupt7PwOhI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/tlEX7vzYke4/s1600/inem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520192374735649298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TJupt7PwOhI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/tlEX7vzYke4/s200/inem.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Hoje num contexto bem diferente do meu habitual partilho com <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">vocês</span> uma <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">experiência</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">única</span> e <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">formidável</span>!</p><p>Por dois (pequenos e curtos) dias tive o <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">privilegio</span> de socorrer alguém, de viver o limite da vida de alguém(e até da minha pois a velocidade que se <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">atinge</span> é bem elevada!!!...)</p><p>Mas desta <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">experiência</span> levo o olhar do Sr. Francisco...</p><p>Levo o agradecimento da Dª Ilda porque a piquei sem a magoar...</p><p>Levo o agradecimento do Sr. Manuel porque o socorremos...</p><p>Levo as palavras comigo, os olhares, os desabafos de quem não tem ninguém...</p><p>Adquiri em mim uma <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">experiência</span> diferente, uma <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">vivência</span> directa com a morte, um olhar diferente!</p><p> </p><p>Hoje sim sinto me realizada, sinto me mais <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">sensível</span>(ainda mais!) e mais humana.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-8817978948965212217?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-71224524278467214492010-09-20T22:16:00.002+01:002010-09-20T22:19:38.810+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TJfP317eb_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/7jfJ0SKYZQU/s1600/coraçao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519108426642124786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TJfP317eb_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/7jfJ0SKYZQU/s200/cora%C3%A7ao.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TJfPTbGL9UI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VA2Sk8RNcd0/s1600/cora.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p>Existe momentos</p><br /><p>em que sentimos </p><br /><p align="center">o nosso coração...</p><br /><p align="center">bater descompassadamente</p><br /><p align="right">pulsar nas nossas mãos</p><br /><p align="right">saltar pela boca fora...</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-7122452427846721449?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-13834403692042168182010-09-15T19:43:00.001+01:002010-09-15T19:45:53.320+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TJET_khBecI/AAAAAAAAAe4/p1BVNjnAP2Q/s1600/beijo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517213001360439746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TJET_khBecI/AAAAAAAAAe4/p1BVNjnAP2Q/s200/beijo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Ao teu ouvido</p><p>te conto</p><p align="center">te sussurro</p><p align="center">te murmuro</p><p align="center">te explico</p><p align="right">todas as vibrações </p><p align="right">que me transmites e fazes sentir!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1383440369204216818?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-26101273948962491222010-09-12T11:29:00.001+01:002010-09-12T11:30:49.686+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TIyrpGiWjwI/AAAAAAAAAeo/L1hBenU_E7o/s1600/pensamento.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515972366239698690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TIyrpGiWjwI/AAAAAAAAAeo/L1hBenU_E7o/s200/pensamento.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>E se um dia me arrepender</p><p align="center">Será apenas e somente </p><p align="right">do que ficou por dizer!</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-2610127394896249122?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-48555951277784252262010-09-07T20:43:00.002+01:002010-09-07T20:49:47.212+01:00<div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TIaXGYSKW7I/AAAAAAAAAeg/HgqMYCHvM9c/s1600/s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514260929615387570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TIaXGYSKW7I/AAAAAAAAAeg/HgqMYCHvM9c/s200/s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TIaWFqfE6JI/AAAAAAAAAeY/KCgvzwZnziQ/s1600/beijo.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p align="left">Naquele silencio que se instalou...</p><br /><p>No olhar calmo e fugidio</p><br /><p align="left">No palpitar de sensações</p><br /><p align="center">e emoções</p><br /><p align="right">A sua boca encontrou a dela</p><br /><p align="right">e beijaram se num beijo sem fim.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-4855595127778425226?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-4446463896119080722010-09-05T18:31:00.002+01:002010-09-05T18:36:34.594+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TIPUkVOVRrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/pj2YB9ICDOQ/s1600/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513484089469257394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TIPUkVOVRrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/pj2YB9ICDOQ/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Não te quero ouvir </p><p>porque vais dizer o que não quero </p><p> </p><p align="center">Não quero saber</p><p align="center">apenas quero sentir</p><p> </p><p align="right">Não quero a tua voz</p><p align="right">quero sim os teus lábios </p><p align="center">EM MIM!</p><p align="center"> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-444646389611908072?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-12589920094626207302010-09-01T22:25:00.002+01:002010-09-01T22:29:15.188+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TH7FCs9X4uI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Ld4QeN0ZbSo/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512059644167054050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TH7FCs9X4uI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Ld4QeN0ZbSo/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><a id="apf0" href="http://www.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPUGNgpBXHQ/Rla2ze4zY_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/dCSBykxKyM8/s400/roubada%2Ba%2BDiva.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://mudar-vida.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html&amp;usg=__HE-KYicuVJnJASKvkHGZqg4M1_M=&amp;h=293&amp;w=316&amp;sz=15&amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;start=1&amp;zoom=1&amp;itbs=1&amp;tbnid=JCbPQtGwNucNMM:&amp;tbnh=108&amp;tbnw=117&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dprovoca%25C3%25A7ao%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1"></a>Sinto as tuas mãos em mim...</div><div align="right">No meu corpo...</div><div align="center">Penetras a minha alma</div><div align="center">num silencio arrepiante...</div><div align="left">sinto te...</div><div align="left">nem que seja em ...</div><div align="center">LEMBRANÇA!!!...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1258992009462620730?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-39446405488767394582010-08-30T20:17:00.002+01:002010-08-30T20:23:19.442+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/THwD8tI6BrI/AAAAAAAAAeA/iHIChvyiP6o/s1600/despir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511284385438631602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/THwD8tI6BrI/AAAAAAAAAeA/iHIChvyiP6o/s200/despir.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Gosto das tuas mãos</p><p>tenho a certeza que já to disse...</p><p align="center">Gosto quando me despes loucamente </p><p align="center">sem veres nem olhares para o que trago no corpo</p><p align="right">Gosto de ter o teu corpo no meu</p><p align="right">loucamente e aceleradamente!</p><p><em>São gostos </em></p><p align="center"><em>que contigo partilho(sussurro)</em></p><p align="right"><em>ou não!!!!</em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-3944640548876739458?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-87257514158125975232010-08-26T18:08:00.002+01:002010-08-26T18:12:53.301+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/THafxXSp3BI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mB8fbUpZJxQ/s1600/desejo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509766864549043218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/THafxXSp3BI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mB8fbUpZJxQ/s200/desejo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A tua voz estremece me</div><div align="center">O teu corpo aquece me</div><div align="right">As tuas mãos assanham me!!!</div><div align="center">Gosto quando fazes parte de mim...</div><div align="center">dos meus pensamentos</div><div align="center">dos meus desejos!!!</div><div align="right"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-8725751415812597523?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-26992079314179099822010-08-23T19:46:00.003+01:002010-08-23T19:51:37.290+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/THLCKw0jESI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9omQRuBPZAo/s1600/peito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508678784387322146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/THLCKw0jESI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9omQRuBPZAo/s200/peito.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">Encosta a tua cabeça ao meu peito</p><p>nada digas</p><p align="center">nada faças</p><p align="right">nada penses</p><p align="center">Encosta te apenas a mim...</p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-2699207931417909982?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-43748992912320583342010-08-21T18:56:00.001+01:002010-08-21T18:58:12.027+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/THATcGkmnUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/fBz8N_DFQ2Y/s1600/deitada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507923717795519810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/THATcGkmnUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/fBz8N_DFQ2Y/s200/deitada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Encontro me com a saudade</p><p align="center">com a lembrança</p><p align="right">com tudo aquilo k faz parte de mim</p><p align="center">da minha história!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-4374899291232058334?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-47464783610161416622010-08-18T16:22:00.001+01:002010-08-18T16:25:26.515+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TGv66mMEgeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/L1pgRSGgrwQ/s1600/semi+nu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506770853981094370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TGv66mMEgeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/L1pgRSGgrwQ/s200/semi+nu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Perde te no meu corpo...</p><p>Toca me como se fosse um livro escrito em braille...</p><p>Percorre me todos os meus centímetros...</p><p>Esquece o logo, o amanhã, o depois...</p><p>Lembra te apenas e somente de mim!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-4746478361016141662?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-35581895080136411942010-08-16T17:00:00.003+01:002010-08-16T17:05:54.695+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TGlgzp1ixuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/eg6vuqqhWoA/s1600/abraço.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506038459957167842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TGlgzp1ixuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/eg6vuqqhWoA/s200/abra%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Se não te ver me causa saudade</div><div align="center">Quando te vejo sinto muito mais saudades!</div><div>Sinto um nó no estômago</div><div align="center">Um aperto no coração</div><div align="right">Uma dor sem fim.</div><div align="center">A saudade doí!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-3558189508013641194?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-50871733428336180072010-08-13T15:08:00.003+01:002010-08-13T15:14:16.066+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TGVSJ-mhUJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0LofD2HXGpk/s1600/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504896450907164818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TGVSJ-mhUJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0LofD2HXGpk/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>"Mato" a sede que o meu corpo tem do teu</p><p>Sacio a saudade dos teus e dos meus beijos</p><p> </p><p align="center">guardo o sabor que tanta saudade me causa</p><p align="center">Dispo te e percorro o teu corpo com a minha boca com o meu corpo</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="right">completamente "embriagada" com o teu sabor</p><p align="right">Abraçada descanço no teu peito</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5087173342833618007?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-53231340541799421802010-08-05T17:59:00.002+01:002010-08-05T18:07:12.823+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TFruE_9uLvI/AAAAAAAAAck/n4PzyWZO9ek/s1600/AVZQB1YCAWT1ECICAKK3LDFCAQ266QSCAFDRJQMCAVBOLF8CAD3X28FCA488ZD0CAE0EO6DCALGX05KCA7UVG3KCAW87I44CALFAMY0CA71I5XACA6IC5J3CAPJR4ATCA0KYIM4CAARQ5KB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501971664443682546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TFruE_9uLvI/AAAAAAAAAck/n4PzyWZO9ek/s200/AVZQB1YCAWT1ECICAKK3LDFCAQ266QSCAFDRJQMCAVBOLF8CAD3X28FCA488ZD0CAE0EO6DCALGX05KCA7UVG3KCAW87I44CALFAMY0CA71I5XACA6IC5J3CAPJR4ATCA0KYIM4CAARQ5KB.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Em ti me dispo</div><div>de preconceitos</div><div>de vergonhas</div><div>de timidez</div><div> </div><div align="center">Em ti me visto</div><div align="center">de confiança</div><div align="center">de conforto</div><div align="center">de carinho</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="right">Em nós</div><div align="right">Um mundo nosso!</div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5323134054179942180?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-44880152034837222542010-08-01T13:55:00.002+01:002010-08-01T14:02:13.540+01:00<div align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TFVvg0FmwwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/u8JvUgnnRQo/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500425129431581442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TFVvg0FmwwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/u8JvUgnnRQo/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> "Se não CRER em si mesmo é um sinal de fraqueza</div>de si nunca duvidar é outro... e ainda mais ridículo!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"> <em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"><strong>pequeno excerto d0 livro O DIA EM QUE TE ESQUECI</strong></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-4488015203483722254?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-182739627843244892010-07-25T22:43:00.002+01:002010-07-25T22:48:21.377+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TEywRxOkPhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nFXI0YSkyZY/s1600/sofrer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497963064431230482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TEywRxOkPhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nFXI0YSkyZY/s200/sofrer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>A distância perturba me</p><p align="center">A indecisão incomoda me</p><p align="right">A ausencia do teu olhar fere me...</p><p align="left">A solidão </p><p align="center">apoderou se</p><p align="right"> de mim...</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-18273962784324489?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-55389005085000207352010-07-17T23:27:00.003+01:002010-07-17T23:32:24.974+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TEIuZe0FdVI/AAAAAAAAAcM/IJy44zM5s9U/s1600/sensual.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495005510648558930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TEIuZe0FdVI/AAAAAAAAAcM/IJy44zM5s9U/s200/sensual.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Suavemente te recordo</div><div>Docemente te relembro</div><div>Calmamente te espero</div><div align="right">Assanhada te procuro</div><div align="right">Ferozmente te toco</div><div align="right">Saboreio</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Calmamente te guardo em mim!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5538900508500020735?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-60160256313833132972010-07-13T16:03:00.001+01:002010-07-13T16:11:55.663+01:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TDyAsX0DtjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/mSyBU7dlu6k/s1600/desejo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493407145280124466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TDyAsX0DtjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/mSyBU7dlu6k/s200/desejo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> <br /><div>Não consigo explicar</div> <br /><div>mas também não quero!</div> <br /><div>Não sei o porquê</div> <br /><div>mas também para quê?</div> <br /><div>O que sei chega me!</div> <br /><div align="center">O que sinto preenche me!</div> <br /><div align="right">O que vivo VIVO!</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-6016025631383313297?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-90089220012499772432010-07-09T15:56:00.003+01:002010-07-09T16:08:15.442+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TDc5f_vlskI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hbE1yQQCQYY/s1600/corpo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491921492451373634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TDc5f_vlskI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hbE1yQQCQYY/s200/corpo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">O teu cheiro</p><p align="center">O teu sabor</p><p align="center">A tua essência </p><p>Aquecem me!</p><p align="center">Desassossegam me!</p><p align="right">Alteram me!</p><p>Deixam me...</p><p align="center"> desejosa </p><p align="right"> de TI!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-9008922001249977243?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-16999694648517436072010-07-05T20:24:00.003+01:002010-07-05T20:31:06.385+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TDIxk-za7DI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Ncs2buFMxOw/s1600/caricia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490505407121779762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TDIxk-za7DI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Ncs2buFMxOw/s200/caricia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="left">Perdidos no escuro</p><p align="left">corpos colados</p><p align="left">desejo assanhado!</p><p align="center"> Perdidos no escuro</p><p align="center">Sussuro gemido</p><p align="center"> desejo alcançado!</p><p align="right"> Perdidos no escuro</p><p align="right">encontramo nos os dois...</p><p align="right"> num encontro pleno de prazer!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1699969464851743607?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-3287522100474222322010-07-02T16:45:00.001+01:002010-07-02T16:49:13.275+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TC4J2ZMO4eI/AAAAAAAAAbs/zhSg0r8Jgco/s1600/so.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489335825890992610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TC4J2ZMO4eI/AAAAAAAAAbs/zhSg0r8Jgco/s200/so.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>No escuro e na solidão</p><p>consigo ouvir o som do desejo</p><p>o som da minha saudade</p><p>o som da minha vontade!</p><p>No escuro e na solidão</p><p>sinto Falta...</p><p>De ti, de nós, de mim!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-328752210047422232?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-41766709264468417322010-06-30T15:52:00.002+01:002010-06-30T15:55:09.998+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TCtaQyLSTsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/9vAAgTz_Jkk/s1600/desejo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488579815274598082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TCtaQyLSTsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/9vAAgTz_Jkk/s200/desejo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Deixa me ver</p><p>sentir</p><p>absorver.</p><p>Descobrir</p><p>todo o prazer,</p><p>todo o desejo</p><p>que te posso </p><p>fazer sentir!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-4176670926446841732?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-53459790756544070332010-06-28T21:53:00.001+01:002010-06-28T21:58:45.337+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TCkMjALuMXI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EOPLK-XqgZc/s1600/QBCAL5K2M6CA9G1H3JCAQPTAKWCA2XTGYHCAJ4URBTCA9RWHSLCAZKOS2DCAJJ8LTGCA5IZWQ2CAAELZ0MCALWR741CAVAE5HPCAH5X522CATVRNEPCAIA43X7CAX0MORYCAT4OA9JCATPXAOJ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487931416411779442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TCkMjALuMXI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EOPLK-XqgZc/s200/QBCAL5K2M6CA9G1H3JCAQPTAKWCA2XTGYHCAJ4URBTCA9RWHSLCAZKOS2DCAJJ8LTGCA5IZWQ2CAAELZ0MCALWR741CAVAE5HPCAH5X522CATVRNEPCAIA43X7CAX0MORYCAT4OA9JCATPXAOJ.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Se</p><p>P</p><p>e</p><p>n</p><p>s</p><p>a</p><p>r...</p><p>Em ti</p><p>me faz </p><p>D</p><p>e</p><p>s</p><p>e</p><p>j</p><p>a</p><p>r...</p><p>Estar contigo</p><p>e poder</p><p>tocar te</p><p>faz me </p><p>D</p><p>e</p><p>s</p><p>e</p><p>j</p><p>a</p><p>r</p><p>-</p><p>t</p><p>e...</p><p>Ainda mais!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5345979075654407033?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-41553130371970628832010-06-23T20:07:00.001+01:002010-06-23T20:10:11.495+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TCJbn5JzHeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GA_NYee47Z8/s1600/despir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486048037005630946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TCJbn5JzHeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GA_NYee47Z8/s200/despir.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Dispo-me de preconceitos</p><p>Esqueço o que me preocupa</p><p>Sonho com o que gosto</p><p>Procuro o que me satisfaz!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-4155313037197062883?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-51997884485399642042010-06-18T16:21:00.002+01:002010-06-18T16:29:15.700+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TBuPL9wSV2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/BOZvIHTaYnk/s1600/umbigo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484134406972135266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TBuPL9wSV2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/BOZvIHTaYnk/s200/umbigo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Resta-me a lembrança na tua ausência</p><p>A memória na tua distancia.</p><p>Resta-me a recordação,</p><p>a capacidade </p><p>de poder sonhar</p><p>e ao teu lado acordar.</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5199788448539964204?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-71129420443390635522010-06-15T14:50:00.002+01:002010-06-15T14:55:28.184+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TBeFeNnIAwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/KeNAdk-N7TA/s1600/roto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482997825443201794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TBeFeNnIAwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/KeNAdk-N7TA/s200/roto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Ai se tu soubesses!</p><p>Se soubesses as marcas que em mim deixas...</p><p>Os "buracos" que causas na minha alma...</p><p>As feridas que teimas em não deixar cicratizar....</p><p>Se tu soubesses!</p><p>Que me fazias tu?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-7112942044339063552?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-26900696055286650992010-06-14T00:06:00.002+01:002010-06-14T00:09:37.081+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TBVknu06oQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FAPxZdOL8no/s1600/lingerie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482398755141099778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TBVknu06oQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FAPxZdOL8no/s200/lingerie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>De olhar perdido</div><div>a mente a vaguear</div><div>Sinto-me aquecer!</div><div> </div><div>Busco-te</div><div>Sinto-te</div><div>Encontro-te!</div><div> </div><div>Encontro-me</div><div>Quando a ti te encontro!</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-2690069605528665099?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-43386904941363632112010-06-09T21:38:00.003+01:002010-06-09T21:44:25.389+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TA_7_WiGJrI/AAAAAAAAAao/2G6ZTOQAzLk/s1600/pernas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480876337332102834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TA_7_WiGJrI/AAAAAAAAAao/2G6ZTOQAzLk/s200/pernas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Subtilmente</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">me aproximo de ti.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Docemente</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">te provoco.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Calmamente</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">te toco.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Subtilmente </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">me afasto</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">e tu?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">TU</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Subtilmente me persegues!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-4338690494136363211?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-83082291599131550852010-06-04T16:45:00.003+01:002010-06-04T16:54:04.324+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TAkgR8ZPXyI/AAAAAAAAAag/eiqHuYREckA/s1600/duo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478945914314776354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TAkgR8ZPXyI/AAAAAAAAAag/eiqHuYREckA/s200/duo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Deixa-me olhar-te!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Ver-te de olhos fechados...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">apenas ver-te com as minhas mãos!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Olho-te com a profundeza do meu querer,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">do meu sentir,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">olho-te como quem olha o mundo pela ultima vez...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Olho-te com a saudade que me invade a cada dia que passa.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">E quando paro de te olhar...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">apetece-me recomeçar...a olhar-te!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-8308229159913155085?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-12470603826360676712010-06-01T09:14:00.001+01:002010-06-01T09:16:58.731+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TATBlOVMtUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/sd04sAhU80k/s1600/janela.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477715892035695938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/TATBlOVMtUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/sd04sAhU80k/s200/janela.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Devassamente me deleito</div><div>no puro prazer</div><div>do teu prazer!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1247060382636067671?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-35701594737565242472010-05-25T22:13:00.002+01:002010-05-25T22:16:14.553+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S_w9iHz0LOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/a7D6FMda4Oo/s1600/colo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475318903396904162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S_w9iHz0LOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/a7D6FMda4Oo/s200/colo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Envolvida...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Envolvida em ti,</div><div>No teu abraço!</div><div>Numa fusão de corpos,</div><div>de envolvimento!</div><div>Envolvida,</div><div>Onde o corpo e a alma se envolvem!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-3570159473756524247?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-36012149679892504002010-05-19T19:01:00.002+01:002010-05-19T19:04:55.216+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S_Qnp6tFQmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/s0q9FYg3Qeo/s1600/posi%C3%A7ao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473043048248459874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S_Qnp6tFQmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/s0q9FYg3Qeo/s200/posi%C3%A7ao.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Fui</div><div>Sou</div><div>E quero ser</div><div>O comando</div><div>do teu prazer</div><div>do meu</div><div>do nosso!!!</div><div> </div><div>Quero</div><div>te</div><div>em</div><div>mim</div><div>e</div><div>para</div><div>mim!!!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-3601214967989250400?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-19664177237751836482010-05-16T22:56:00.002+01:002010-05-16T23:00:20.517+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S_BqWs7JKwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VON-ZQFg1xE/s1600/prazer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471990485504043778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S_BqWs7JKwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VON-ZQFg1xE/s200/prazer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A tua distancia </div><div>provoca em mim SAUDADE</div><div> </div><div>A tua distancia</div><div>provoca em mim REVOLTA</div><div> </div><div>A tua distancia</div><div>PROVOCA-ME!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1966417723775183648?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-81594148673020335862010-05-11T23:09:00.002+01:002010-05-11T23:14:55.980+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S-nVqjPc-aI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1fD-b_VelIs/s1600/tempo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470138149409454498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S-nVqjPc-aI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1fD-b_VelIs/s200/tempo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Encostas-te o teu joelho ao meu,</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">sentaste-te bem junto a mim...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Senti a tua mão tocar na minha perna semi-nua por baixo da mesa,</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">à nossa volta tanta gente...e eu perdida no que me estavas a fazer sentir...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Quando as luzes se apagaram e eu me virei de costas</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">encaixaste-te...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">as tuas mãos perderam-se no meu corpo</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">e eu perdi-me no tempo...no espaço...em ti!</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-8159414867302033586?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-66980787029110059942010-05-09T21:24:00.003+01:002010-05-09T21:43:56.246+01:00<span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S-caJhQGlBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/QUs16Vnd9MM/s1600/pensamento.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469369023311811602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S-caJhQGlBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/QUs16Vnd9MM/s200/pensamento.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Muitos anos atrás...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Fizemos as piores cenas de ciumes um ao outro</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">e nem namorados podíamos ser...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Adormecíamos abraçados e bem juntos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">e nem amantes podíamos ser...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Fizemos juras um ao outro</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">impossíveis de cumprir...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Um dia alguém e até mesmo nós nos afastamos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">mas...</span><span style="font-family:Courier New;">O sentimento jamais foi afastado!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Vi-te...estive contigo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">as tuas mãos continuam suaves,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">o teu olhar doce</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">o teu sorriso encantador!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Continuas a compreender-me apenas com um olhar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">com uma meia palavra...</span><br /><p><strong><em>Porque há vários tipos de gostar,desejar e até amar...Há pessoas que por muitos anos que passem jamais deixam de habitar o nosso coração.</em></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-6698078702911005994?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-75576498109645105412010-05-06T22:12:00.003+01:002010-05-06T22:18:05.448+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S-Mw3BJ0-sI/AAAAAAAAAZo/rX-MoepudHs/s1600/corpo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468268094318508738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S-Mw3BJ0-sI/AAAAAAAAAZo/rX-MoepudHs/s200/corpo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">As tuas mãos encontram o meu corpo nú!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">O teu corpo colado ao meu...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">a tua boca sacia a minha...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">mistura de cheiro...de sabor...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Explosão de prazer...de desejo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">As tuas mãos encontram o meu corpo nú!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-7557649810964510541?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-36402928446442795802010-05-04T21:28:00.002+01:002010-05-04T21:31:20.684+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S-CDicqmlAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/2JN9kdwCL4k/s1600/amarrada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467514575461454850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S-CDicqmlAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/2JN9kdwCL4k/s200/amarrada.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Não sei se a alma existe...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">só sei que se existe</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">alguém magoou a minha...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">e hoje? sinto-me aprisionada</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">à alma que não tenho...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-3640292844644279580?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-89897928899915854552010-05-02T20:13:00.002+01:002010-05-02T20:21:28.923+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S93PCSrq-8I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Ya1sDtukiUY/s1600/mae.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466753160979348418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S93PCSrq-8I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Ya1sDtukiUY/s200/mae.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Mãe...</p><p>Tem sete sentidos</p><p>Sete chaves de poder...</p><p>Mãe...</p><p>Mística flor, pétala serena, seiva suave de uma árvore...</p><p>Mãe...</p><p>símbolo da amizade</p><p>símbolo de orgulho</p><p>símbolo de sentimento...</p><p>Sem Mãe... não haveria vida!</p><p>Mãe...</p><p>Ser puro e soberano</p><p>lindo e indispensável.</p><p>Mãe...</p><p>Força felina e manhosa...</p><p>frágil e poderosa...</p><p>Mãe...</p><p>Um sopro de vida no mundo</p><p>alma de sonho e dor</p><p>Quase perfeita!</p><p>Feliz do homem que por um dia souber entender a alma de mãe!</p><p>Mãe...</p><p>Mesmo não sendo deusa sabe como ninguém trazer um pedacinho do céu!</p><p>HOJE É O TEU DIA!!! </p><p>mas será hoje e SEMPRE!</p><p> </p><p><strong><em>Desconheço o autor...</em></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-8989792889991585455?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-68985399175776318852010-04-30T21:02:00.002+01:002010-04-30T21:05:43.257+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S9s3fseWaXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/5XgvUXg9S5M/s1600/nudez.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466023590398159218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S9s3fseWaXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/5XgvUXg9S5M/s200/nudez.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hoje a saudade fez-me recordar...</div><div>o primeiro dia que me tocas-te...</div><div>o primeiro dia que me despis-te...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-6898539917577631885?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-18505711642252903972010-04-27T23:02:00.003+01:002010-04-27T23:07:18.610+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S9dfI3314QI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0JKeXDqDPrU/s1600/mulher.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464941278879146242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S9dfI3314QI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0JKeXDqDPrU/s200/mulher.jpg" border="0" /></a> Gosto...<br />Quando me olhas com esse olhar desejoso.<br />Gosto...<br />Quando me devoras com o olhar.<br />Gosto...<br />Quando te perdes em mim.<br />Gosto...<br />Quando te deixas comandar.<br />Gosto...<br />Quando o teu sabor se mistura com o meu.<br />Gosto!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1850571164225290397?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-59181048778369625822010-04-23T21:24:00.001+01:002010-04-23T21:27:49.394+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S9ICE3WifRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/73Shr89nB24/s1600/lingerie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463431580555050258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S9ICE3WifRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/73Shr89nB24/s200/lingerie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Convido-te!</div><div>A porta entre aberta fica à espera que a abras,</div><div>No quarto à tua espera...calorosamente te espero!</div><div>Convido-te!</div><div>Entra, sente-me,toca-me...</div><div>Olha-me...com as tuas mãos percorre-me.</div><div>Convido-te!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5918104877836962582?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-85871604709617815532010-04-20T22:37:00.001+01:002010-04-20T22:42:07.479+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S84exYkY73I/AAAAAAAAAYo/GT4YpBaMsDg/s1600/paisagem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462337231804493682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S84exYkY73I/AAAAAAAAAYo/GT4YpBaMsDg/s200/paisagem.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Há olhares...</div><div>gestos...</div><div>toques...</div><div>sensações...</div><div>Que se sentem num momento...</div><div>e se desejam</div><div>não só por um momento!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-8587160470961781553?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-27608046858968555892010-04-16T22:19:00.002+01:002010-04-16T22:25:17.022+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S8jUoNKKplI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EouyuO8arKw/s1600/beijocorpo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460848335378884178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S8jUoNKKplI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EouyuO8arKw/s200/beijocorpo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ouvir a tua voz...</div><div>olhar-te...</div><div>recordar-te...</div><div>fez-me desejar-TE!</div><div>Fez-me querer sentir-te</div><div>ASSIM...</div><div>assim e muito mais!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-2760804685896855589?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-48170754578924076782010-04-14T16:45:00.003+01:002010-04-14T16:52:16.639+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S8XjSB4wCdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/17daIoF9r2s/s1600/corp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460020022140209618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S8XjSB4wCdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/17daIoF9r2s/s200/corp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Provocas em mim </div><div>um desejo:</div><div>enorme</div><div>inquietante</div><div>delicioso...</div><div>mesmo quando não estás presente!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Provocas em mim</div><div>um tormento:</div><div>de sensações</div><div>de emoções</div><div>de questões...</div><div>mesmo quando não estás presente!</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-4817075457892407678?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-56381093747486240682010-04-12T15:02:00.002+01:002010-04-12T15:06:45.131+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S8MoMNLjlMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nNaeNKDS-pc/s1600/cora%C3%A7ao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459251363464844482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S8MoMNLjlMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nNaeNKDS-pc/s200/cora%C3%A7ao.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Embora saiba que não me ouves</p><p>A ti te agradeço</p><p>Por teres sido</p><p>e por seres </p><p>tudo aquilo </p><p>que eu esperava </p><p>(e tudo aquilo que eu sabia)</p><p>Que irias ser!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5638109374748624068?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-19259011674297169602010-04-08T21:34:00.003+01:002010-04-08T21:42:22.538+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S74-AURpgkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/05z8dakN_gA/s1600/rosa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457867973583274562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S74-AURpgkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/05z8dakN_gA/s200/rosa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Se fosses uma flor?</div><div>serias uma rosa...</div><div>Tão bela quanto picante...</div><div>Tão encantadora quanto enigmática...</div><div>Tão cheirosa quanto desprendida...</div><div>Se fosses uma flor?</div><div>Serias uma rosa...</div><div>Tantas vezes brilhante</div><div>e </div><div>viva...</div><div>Tantas vezes sedenta,</div><div>seca,</div><div>fria,</div><div>feia, </div><div>MORTA!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1925901167429716960?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-68367293273986573622010-04-05T22:09:00.002+01:002010-04-05T22:13:19.604+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S7pRoQ6_N-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/EFaQTWrHk0s/s1600/corpo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456763650691774434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S7pRoQ6_N-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/EFaQTWrHk0s/s200/corpo.jpg" border="0" /></a> Calmamente te espero<br />E na espera me preparo<br />reparo e saboreio<br />sinto e desejo<br />e no entanto<br />calmamente te espero!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-6836729327398657362?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-49264679450628474062010-04-03T11:33:00.003+01:002010-04-03T11:45:56.829+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S7cZtxmdb8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/3fhilu4ivMo/s1600/cruz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455857747782102978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S7cZtxmdb8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/3fhilu4ivMo/s200/cruz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>- A Páscoa não é a morte e ressurreição de Jesus?</div><div>- É porquê?</div><div>- Então porque é que nos hipermercados só se vê amêndoas e coelhinhos? E porque é que quando fui à net e escrevi Páscoa me apareceram ovos,chocolates e novamente coelhinhos???</div><div> </div><div><strong><em>FELIZ PÁSCOA A TODOS VOCÊS!!!</em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-4926467945062847406?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-14976112841339405792010-03-29T17:49:00.003+01:002010-03-29T17:58:09.313+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S7Dad7FxRcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/uoS_3Cda4ro/s1600/saudade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454099356358624706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S7Dad7FxRcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/uoS_3Cda4ro/s200/saudade.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A morte intensifica a MEMÓRIA</div><div>O tempo intensifica o SENTIMENTO</div><div>A distância intensifica o SAUDADE</div><div>A lembrança intensifica o DESEJO</div><div>TU intensificas tudo em MIM!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-1497611284133940579?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-65973088437298963142010-03-25T16:11:00.002Z2010-03-25T16:14:55.444Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S6uLYd_bDcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GBMuIqKbRBQ/s1600/so.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452605026345881026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S6uLYd_bDcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GBMuIqKbRBQ/s200/so.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Peço-te a ti ó vento </div><div>que me leves daqui para fora</div><div>faz-me voar,</div><div>transforma-me em brisa</div><div>faz-me tocar-lhe </div><div>como se vento eu fosse!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-6597308843729896314?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-34625974943161680232010-03-21T20:10:00.002Z2010-03-21T20:19:44.749Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S6Z90ZMyt1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/r76vHbBCevQ/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451182738049775442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S6Z90ZMyt1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/r76vHbBCevQ/s200/lagrima.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Quantas vezes as lágrimas teimam em cair</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">porque nos magoam...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">porque escondemos e silenciamos: </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">o que sentimos...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">o que nos fere...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">o que nos faz chorar!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-3462597494316168023?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-4065028990811350372010-03-17T17:13:00.003Z2010-03-17T17:18:38.519Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S6ENzEIOMqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/T5OawXI1Qjk/s1600-h/boca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449652195027727010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S6ENzEIOMqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/T5OawXI1Qjk/s200/boca.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Na minha boca </div><div>os teus lábios...</div><div>Na minha boca </div><div>a tua língua...</div><div>Na minha boca</div><div>o teu sabor!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-406502899081135037?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-52234759967319252582010-03-12T17:14:00.001Z2010-03-12T17:18:18.151Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S5p2q5nIO-I/AAAAAAAAAW4/PLY3PAXWVTg/s1600-h/lingerie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447797178649557986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S5p2q5nIO-I/AAAAAAAAAW4/PLY3PAXWVTg/s200/lingerie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Procuro por ti sem te encontrar</div><div>No silencio sinto a tua presença...</div><div>sinto o teu perfume, o teu respirar!</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-5223475996731925258?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-70391844026807098352010-03-08T22:41:00.003Z2010-03-08T22:48:34.662Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S5V9aKCQFPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZEJOuplCX4Y/s1600-h/nuvem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446397212698350834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S5V9aKCQFPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZEJOuplCX4Y/s200/nuvem.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Arde em mim um desejo...</div><div>De em mim te ter!</div><div>Arde em mim o desejo...</div><div>de para mim te ter!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-7039184402680709835?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-23163619774645846052010-03-03T18:12:00.001Z2010-03-03T18:15:48.116Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S46myk37IMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3Nrqo_Ls4BE/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444472387359416514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S46myk37IMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3Nrqo_Ls4BE/s200/mulher.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Na ausência da tua presença</div><div>a presença da inspiração...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-2316361977464584605?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-25713497751411767352010-02-25T17:15:00.002Z2010-02-25T17:19:11.015Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S4awS2U5YRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qCXvcsqt550/s1600-h/desejo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442231037591118098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S4awS2U5YRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qCXvcsqt550/s200/desejo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Quero sentir as tuas mãos no meu corpo nu</div><div>Colar o meu corpo ao teu</div><div>Sentir-te respirar</div><div>Olhar-te nos olhos</div><div>Vibrar!</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-2571349775141176735?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708104354467987279.post-47090828765326109562010-02-19T17:11:00.001Z2010-02-19T17:13:43.469Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S37GeeyAk0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/yFaom1DH1HI/s1600-h/sensual.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440003626871329602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b3jIfJEkt-Y/S37GeeyAk0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/yFaom1DH1HI/s200/sensual.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Lá fora o frio...</div><div>Cá dentro as lembranças que me aquecem...</div><div>"Fervo" a pensar em ti!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708104354467987279-4709082876532610956?l=segredodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>segredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04286215873918159330noreply@blogger.com17