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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IHS_wSgFv_0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parei...&lt;br /&gt;quando me disseste um dia, com olhar de quem partia&lt;br /&gt;"a gente ve-se por aí"&lt;br /&gt;pensei...&lt;br /&gt;que pior nao haveria, prisioneiro desse dia&lt;br /&gt;e alguem que não esqueci&lt;br /&gt;e acordei...&lt;br /&gt;de uma noite mal dormida, de quem está de mal com a vida&lt;br /&gt;como foi que te perdi&lt;br /&gt;fiquei...&lt;br /&gt;entre um beijo que faltava e a saudade que apertava&lt;br /&gt;nesses dias que eram meus&lt;br /&gt;andei...&lt;br /&gt;sobre o chão que já queimava de tantas voltas que dava&lt;br /&gt;como alguem que se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;e acordei...&lt;br /&gt;de uma noite mal dormida, de quem está de mal com a vida&lt;br /&gt;o que é que te aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;do perfeito ao imperfeito&lt;br /&gt;a distância é tão igual&lt;br /&gt;se me as vezes falta o jeito, estou longe de ser perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;mas não me leves a mal...&lt;br /&gt;andei...&lt;br /&gt;por essa cidade fora como alguem que se apavora&lt;br /&gt;como alguem que se apavora&lt;br /&gt;chorei...&lt;br /&gt;que a saudade fosse embora, porque um homem quando chora&lt;br /&gt;mais por dentro que por fora, mais por dentro que por fora&lt;br /&gt;e parei...&lt;br /&gt;descansei entre dois braços que sabiam os meus passos&lt;br /&gt;é tão bom olhar para ti...&lt;br /&gt;se também tiveste medo&lt;br /&gt;nisso então estamos iguais&lt;br /&gt;se algum dia me perdeste sei que nunca me esqueceste...&lt;br /&gt;se também tiveste medo&lt;br /&gt;nisso então estamos iguais&lt;br /&gt;se algum dia me perdeste sei que nunca me esqueceste&lt;br /&gt;não me percas nunca mais...não me percas nunca mais....&lt;br /&gt;não me percas nunca mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Gameiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IHS_wSgFv_0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-5965990628288052300</id><published>2011-08-15T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:56:47.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There You'll Be</title><content type='html'>Estarei sempre aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wbrRxl7Q2Yk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando lembro desses momentos&lt;br /&gt;E dos sonhos que deixamos pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Eu ficarei feliz pois fui abençoado&lt;br /&gt;Por tê-lo em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando lembro desses dias&lt;br /&gt;Olharei e verei seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Você estava lá por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Em meus sonhos, eu sempre o verei&lt;br /&gt;planar sobre o céu&lt;br /&gt;Em meu coração sempre haverá um lugar pra você&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;guardarei uma parte de você comigo&lt;br /&gt;E onde quer que eu esteja, você estará lá&lt;br /&gt;onde quer que eu esteja, você estará lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, você me mostrou como sentir&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que o céu estava ao meu alcance&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre lembrarei de toda&lt;br /&gt;a força que você me deu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu amor me fez enfrentar qualquer obstáculo&lt;br /&gt;Oh, eu devo tanto a você&lt;br /&gt;Você estava lá por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Em meus sonhos, eu sempre o verei&lt;br /&gt;planar sobre o céu&lt;br /&gt;Em meu coração sempre haverá um lugar pra você&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;guardarei uma parte de você comigo&lt;br /&gt;E onde quer que eu esteja, você estará lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sempre vi em você minha luz, minha força,&lt;br /&gt;E quero agradecer-lhe agora&lt;br /&gt;Por todas as maneiras que você esteve comigo&lt;br /&gt;Você estava lá por mim, sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Em meus sonhos, eu sempre o verei&lt;br /&gt;planar sobre o céu&lt;br /&gt;Em meu coração sempre haverá um lugar pra você&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;guardarei uma parte de você comigo&lt;br /&gt;E onde quer que eu esteja, você estará lá&lt;br /&gt;onde quer que eu esteja, você estará lá&lt;br /&gt;E onde quer que eu esteja, você estará lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você estará lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-5965990628288052300?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5965990628288052300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_GBPjxmIjc/TkOQ413zygI/AAAAAAAABH0/-_m5BHnJiSM/s1600/Beijo01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_GBPjxmIjc/TkOQ413zygI/AAAAAAAABH0/-_m5BHnJiSM/s400/Beijo01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639510464606226946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que não virás, mas espero-te&lt;br /&gt;E preciso de ti&lt;br /&gt;Agora...&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1OfsZyYPLoI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memórias perfeitas&lt;br /&gt;Espalhadas por todo o chão&lt;br /&gt;Alcançando o telefone porque&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo lutar mais.&lt;br /&gt;E eu me pergunto se eu já passei pela sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Para mim isso acontece o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São uma e quinze,&lt;br /&gt;Estou completamente só e preciso de você agora.&lt;br /&gt;Disse que eu não viria&lt;br /&gt;Mas perdi todo o controle e preciso de você agora.&lt;br /&gt;E não sei como sobreviver,&lt;br /&gt;Só preciso de você agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra dose de uísque,&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo parar de olhar para a porta.&lt;br /&gt;Desejando que você entrasse arrebentando&lt;br /&gt;Da maneira que fazia antes.&lt;br /&gt;E eu me pergunto se eu já passei pela sua mente.&lt;br /&gt;Para mim isso acontece o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São uma e quinze ,&lt;br /&gt;Estou meio embriagado&lt;br /&gt;E eu preciso de você agora.&lt;br /&gt;Disse que não ia ligar&lt;br /&gt;Mas perdi todo o controle eu preciso de você agora.&lt;br /&gt;E não sei como sobreviver,&lt;br /&gt;Eu só preciso de você agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu prefiro sentir dor do que nada.&lt;br /&gt;São uma e quinze,&lt;br /&gt;Estou completamente só e preciso de você agora.&lt;br /&gt;E disse que eu não viria&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou um pouco bêbado e eu preciso de você agora.&lt;br /&gt;E eu não sei como sobreviver,&lt;br /&gt;Eu só preciso de você agora,&lt;br /&gt;Eu só preciso de você agora,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, amor eu preciso de você agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-7865596667730647240?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7865596667730647240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7865596667730647240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need-you-now.html' title='I Need You Now...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_GBPjxmIjc/TkOQ413zygI/AAAAAAAABH0/-_m5BHnJiSM/s72-c/Beijo01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-3337470056928189686</id><published>2011-08-03T01:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T01:09:51.185+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurea'/><title type='text'>Busy(for me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d9b-ovELtr4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei...&lt;br /&gt;E chorei!&lt;br /&gt;E choro.. todos os dias, todas as noites...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-3337470056928189686?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3337470056928189686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3337470056928189686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/08/busyfor-me.html' title='Busy(for me)'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d9b-ovELtr4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-1158077722333506616</id><published>2011-08-02T22:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T22:51:36.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The day you kissed me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J0scGTUEKV8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-1158077722333506616?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-647095524904008603</id><published>2011-08-02T22:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T22:45:58.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ccFAdmLv9dg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não!&lt;br /&gt;Não pode ser adeus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-647095524904008603?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/647095524904008603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/647095524904008603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-not-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s Not Goodbye'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ccFAdmLv9dg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-4553569070939707079</id><published>2011-08-02T22:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T22:39:41.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1K4zaGJ-GYI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Do I stil cry for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-4553569070939707079?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4553569070939707079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4553569070939707079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/08/ghost-of-you.html' title='The Ghost of You'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1K4zaGJ-GYI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8853178580860747219</id><published>2011-07-12T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:06:53.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaBO10M8E90/Thy3M7fLSVI/AAAAAAAABHo/Ek1OBtrERLQ/s1600/S%25C3%25B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaBO10M8E90/Thy3M7fLSVI/AAAAAAAABHo/Ek1OBtrERLQ/s400/S%25C3%25B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628575067061045586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há sítios onde me perco sempre…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os caminhos da tua ausência são labirínticos&lt;br /&gt;E parecem infindáveis,&lt;br /&gt;Tal como os meus passos, quando os percorrem&lt;br /&gt;Procurando ecos de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te perto na ausência&lt;br /&gt;Porque a tua ausência não sou eu sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;És tu espalhada, por todos os espaços.&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de ti, por entre todas as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua ausência:&lt;br /&gt;A exacta medida,&lt;br /&gt;Do espaço,&lt;br /&gt;Que separa,&lt;br /&gt;Os teus lábios dos meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Brain in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://taradisses.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Taradisses&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8853178580860747219?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8853178580860747219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8853178580860747219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/07/ausencia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaBO10M8E90/Thy3M7fLSVI/AAAAAAAABHo/Ek1OBtrERLQ/s72-c/S%25C3%25B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8050399299919654299</id><published>2011-06-27T13:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:46:20.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGzejvP1JoQ/ThRZE3PHMlI/AAAAAAAABGs/Ekz_8eEloZw/s1600/Amo-te.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626219774574277202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGzejvP1JoQ/ThRZE3PHMlI/AAAAAAAABGs/Ekz_8eEloZw/s400/Amo-te.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eras minha,&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente minha.&lt;br /&gt;Nas frases de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Nas horas de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Eras minha,&lt;br /&gt;E eram meus&lt;br /&gt;Os beijos da tua boca,&lt;br /&gt;O calor do teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Teu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Estiveste em mim&lt;br /&gt;Nos instantes que sonhei, sorri, amei.&lt;br /&gt;E eu só percebi&lt;br /&gt;Que havia te encontrado,&lt;br /&gt;Um instante depois de te perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Aluísio Cavalcante Jr.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8050399299919654299?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8050399299919654299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8050399299919654299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/06/eras-minha-simplesmente-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Como???&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me, por favor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-7324406103304317414?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7324406103304317414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7324406103304317414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_09.html' title='How Am I Suppose To Live Without You'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NT83EaRXtwI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-7968396252846925919</id><published>2011-06-08T15:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:08:52.414+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phil Collins'/><title type='text'>Separate Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="480" height="384" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/x3sdvn"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3sdvn_separate-lives-phil-collins_music" target="_blank"&gt;Separate Lives - Phil Collins&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;por &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Salltorelli" target="_blank"&gt;Salltorelli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-7968396252846925919?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7968396252846925919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7968396252846925919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/06/separate-lives.html' title='Separate Lives'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-481386387277884761</id><published>2011-06-07T09:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:56:28.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o3izD5OTE1Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-481386387277884761?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/481386387277884761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/481386387277884761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/o3izD5OTE1Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-49592338351897379</id><published>2011-06-06T23:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T21:16:57.902+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDK75ioPLVI/ThcKT6V2kMI/AAAAAAAABG8/nzGmWLE7Eb8/s1600/251061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626977596617429186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDK75ioPLVI/ThcKT6V2kMI/AAAAAAAABG8/nzGmWLE7Eb8/s400/251061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa lentamente, na minha mente a ideia de te ver, te tocar, faz com que um sorriso aflore aos meus lábios, sorrio sozinha apenas contigo no pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;A manhã chega finalmente ao fim, finalmente chegou a hora.&lt;br /&gt;Espero-te ansiosa, mas tu não chegas, o nervoso e a angustia toma conta de mim, a espera é terrivel, meu pensamento voa, desististe, penso. E esse pensamento persiste... toca o telefone.&lt;br /&gt;-Estou atrazado dizes, e o sorriso volta, o aperto no estomago persiste, mas o medo esse acaba, vens, e continuo á espera...&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, vejo-te, sorris e abraço-te.&lt;br /&gt;Percorremos juntos a distancia para o nosso momento e sem pressas, sem pressões, ele chega...&lt;br /&gt;Momento único aquele em que nossas bocas se tocaram, em que nossos corpos tremeram, e naquele beijo matamos a saudade do que ainda não tinhamos vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Sei o teu gosto, sei de cor a tua boca, e volto a percorre-la de cada vez que fecho os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o teu corpo, e volto a senti-lo de cada vez que te sei a sentir-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-49592338351897379?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/49592338351897379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/49592338351897379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-tempo-passa-lentamente-na-minha-mente.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDK75ioPLVI/ThcKT6V2kMI/AAAAAAAABG8/nzGmWLE7Eb8/s72-c/251061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-7725634290253239950</id><published>2011-06-03T22:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:28:59.352+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><title type='text'>Adeus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jAxQ_8wDwbc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu partir&lt;br /&gt;não pare pra se perguntar se vou pensar em você&lt;br /&gt;A lua que brilha&lt;br /&gt;é a mesma o vento que sopra&lt;br /&gt;é o mesmo pra nós dois,o tempo é apenas uma lua de papel...Não vá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora eu já tenha partido&lt;br /&gt;é como se eu estivesse segurando a flor que te toca&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova vida surge&lt;br /&gt;A flor sabe&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais ninguém que possa aquecer meu coração como você... Não vá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ficar juntinhos enquanto os anos passam,&lt;br /&gt;Oh meu amor, meu amor;&lt;br /&gt;Na calada da noite&lt;br /&gt;Deixe nossa vela sempre acesa,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca nos deixe esquecer as lições que aprendemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos dar as mãos desse jeito&lt;br /&gt;Pessoa que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;Durante o calmo entardecer&lt;br /&gt;Com lâmpadas iluminadas&lt;br /&gt;Querida, ensine-me a abraçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça minha musica&lt;br /&gt;E ainda pense em mim do jeito com que veio a pensar um dia;&lt;br /&gt;A noite fica mais longa,&lt;br /&gt;Mas os sonhos persistem,&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente feche os seus olhos e você pode estar comigo. . . sonhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu tiver partido,&lt;br /&gt;vão dizer que somos uns idiotas e que não entendemos&lt;br /&gt;Oh, seja forte&lt;br /&gt;Não transforme o seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Você é tudo&lt;br /&gt;Somos tudo,&lt;br /&gt;para tudo,&lt;br /&gt;para sempre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-7725634290253239950?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7725634290253239950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7725634290253239950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/06/adeus.html' title='Adeus...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jAxQ_8wDwbc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8828750000859401113</id><published>2011-05-22T22:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T10:43:34.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sql1cmvBebI/AAAAAAAAAPM/b_UlyuoENe4/s1600-h/sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379960364165331378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sql1cmvBebI/AAAAAAAAAPM/b_UlyuoENe4/s400/sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o coração doi e a alma não sabe como sentir, os olhos choram...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8828750000859401113?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8828750000859401113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8828750000859401113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/05/lagrima.html' title='Lágrima'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sql1cmvBebI/AAAAAAAAAPM/b_UlyuoENe4/s72-c/sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-5693181367568048962</id><published>2011-05-21T14:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:51:54.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desespero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzmbUYKPbSg/Tde_NlqPDDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/t99h_DpIvEM/s1600/Desespero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzmbUYKPbSg/Tde_NlqPDDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/t99h_DpIvEM/s400/Desespero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609162101081705522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-5693181367568048962?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5693181367568048962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5693181367568048962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/05/cada-segundo-ao-teu-lado-foi-saboreado.html' title='Desespero'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzmbUYKPbSg/Tde_NlqPDDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/t99h_DpIvEM/s72-c/Desespero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8063772858089398763</id><published>2011-05-21T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:48:59.714+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So7Bs8N0z5I/AAAAAAAAANU/SO6sn45zQno/s1600-h/Desejjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372444383322099602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So7Bs8N0z5I/AAAAAAAAANU/SO6sn45zQno/s400/Desejjo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as almas se encontram, deixa de existir tempo, espaço, som, idade, cor, e os corpos simplesmente se fundem....&lt;br /&gt;Cada segundo ao teu lado foi saboreado ao pormenor, percorri cada canto da tua pela com o desejo que me ardia na vontade louca de te descobrir devagarinho. &lt;br /&gt;Senti cada canto da tua boca. &lt;br /&gt;Ainda trago o sabor do teu beijo, ainda trago no corpo o calor do teu desejo. &lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos guardo o sabor doce da tua pele, nas minhas entranhas sinto o teu sexo quente que me preenche e alucina. &lt;br /&gt;Recordo com saudade o prazer absoluto de ter em mim. &lt;br /&gt;Agora abro os olhos, preciso acalmar o tesão que me causas. &lt;br /&gt;Suspiro… que saudades de estar no teus braços&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8063772858089398763?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8063772858089398763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8063772858089398763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/09/apertas-me-entre-os-teus-bracos.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So7Bs8N0z5I/AAAAAAAAANU/SO6sn45zQno/s72-c/Desejjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-3562304662966576294</id><published>2011-05-04T20:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:16:05.970+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHKyG48_Pdg/TcMEweBdhOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Eo5rmNRVals/s1600/estrada01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603327592118453474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHKyG48_Pdg/TcMEweBdhOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Eo5rmNRVals/s400/estrada01.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanhece, e mais um dia começa com a corrida matinal.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto me uma completa estranha dentro de mim, e como que num gesto automatico faço todas as coisas que faço todos os dias ao levantar.&lt;br /&gt;Entro no autocarro, sento-me e sinto o seu cambalear, percorre a estrada solitária, é longo o caminho, do rádio a musica suave convida ao fechar dos olhos, e assim neste estado dormente deixo-me levar.&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente, sinto me a entrar noutro espaço, chamo-te baixinho, em silêncio uma lágrima solta-se e percorre o meu rosto morrendo nos meus lábios, sinto-a, sinto-te em mim, e volto em silêncio a chamar-te...&lt;br /&gt;De repente os teus lábios, beijam-me os olhos, mordiscam-me as orelhas, percorrem-me o pescoço num remoinho de emoções, sinto o teu arfar, a tua respiração quente e acelarada faz-me o corpo tremer e sem que me aperceba um soluço se desprende da minha garganta, a tua boca abafa-o, não sei onde estou, se estás ao meu lado se estamos numa outra dimensão, mas sei que te sinto, sei que te tenho em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto os teus lábios suaves e doces que com pequenos beijos me atordoam, sinto a tua a lingua a desbravá-los e a entrar na minha boca, sinto-a enrolar-se na minha, saboreio não ta largo, e simplesmente sei que tudo ao meu redor parou, estamos para além das nuvens.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um grande alarido, a viagem acaba, cheguei ao destino.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei?&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro acreditar que sei o caminho para te ter comigo. Não quero esquecê-lo, nesta estrada encontro-te sempre que a tua Alma me procura, sempre que a minha te chama e tu vens ao meu encontro.&lt;br /&gt;É aqui que estarei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-3562304662966576294?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3562304662966576294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3562304662966576294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/05/amanhece-e-mais-um-dia-comeca-com.html' title='...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHKyG48_Pdg/TcMEweBdhOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Eo5rmNRVals/s72-c/estrada01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-1795372331907820500</id><published>2011-05-02T16:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:39:14.626+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florbela Espanca'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRBMUIoEPlg/Tb7NxxvLprI/AAAAAAAAAUg/_hK4WxF6NZE/s1600/saudades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602141241543993010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRBMUIoEPlg/Tb7NxxvLprI/AAAAAAAAAUg/_hK4WxF6NZE/s400/saudades.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu mundo não é como o dos outros, quero&lt;br /&gt;demais, exijo demais há em mim uma sede de&lt;br /&gt;infinito, uma angústia constante que eu nem&lt;br /&gt;mesma compreendo, pois estou longe de ser&lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa sou antes uma exaltada, com&lt;br /&gt;uma alma intensa, violenta, atormentada,&lt;br /&gt;uma alma que não se sente bem onde está,&lt;br /&gt;que tem saudade… sei lá de quê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Florbela Espanca) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-1795372331907820500?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1795372331907820500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1795372331907820500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-meu-mundo-nao-e-como-o-dos-outros.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRBMUIoEPlg/Tb7NxxvLprI/AAAAAAAAAUg/_hK4WxF6NZE/s72-c/saudades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-3116655544588634789</id><published>2011-04-26T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:03:55.163+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='André Sardet'/><title type='text'>Beijo Roubado</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qYjAqISLF1U" frameborder="0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço uma cena como vi lá no cinema, se hoje tiver um beijo teu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-3116655544588634789?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3116655544588634789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3116655544588634789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/04/beijo-roubado.html' title='Beijo Roubado'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qYjAqISLF1U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8885044264998890430</id><published>2011-04-13T15:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:10:23.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijo Nosso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBW_RyXRPL8/TaWttUwC95I/AAAAAAAAAUI/CWq_8prfmlc/s1600/Beijo%2BNosso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBW_RyXRPL8/TaWttUwC95I/AAAAAAAAAUI/CWq_8prfmlc/s400/Beijo%2BNosso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595069106253658002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua ausência não afasta de mim o desejo da tua boca...&lt;br /&gt;O teu silêncio não cala em mim a vontade de te sentir meu, de te ter a tremer nos meus braços, e te beijar, assim, num beijo sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mZwUXxopCDI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8885044264998890430?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8885044264998890430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8885044264998890430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/04/beijo-nosso.html' title='Beijo Nosso'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBW_RyXRPL8/TaWttUwC95I/AAAAAAAAAUI/CWq_8prfmlc/s72-c/Beijo%2BNosso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-1980609272426634945</id><published>2011-03-10T20:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:03:58.811Z</updated><title type='text'>I Belong to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vOuL2AnJPok" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-1980609272426634945?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1980609272426634945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1980609272426634945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/03/youtube-video-player.html' title='I Belong to you...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vOuL2AnJPok/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-6903021132128377353</id><published>2011-03-04T13:13:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:39:44.063+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Escrevo-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNMXtQ-WTd8/TXkvdaxWW6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/COfqZTptT1U/s1600/O-que-e-solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNMXtQ-WTd8/TXkvdaxWW6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/COfqZTptT1U/s400/O-que-e-solidao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582545395551460258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou eu a mandar um beijo ao vento, fecho os olhos e desejo que te toque o rosto, que percorra os teus olhos e saltite nos teus lábios e seja entregue bem no centro da tua boca. Desejando que o sintas, que me sintas em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te?&lt;br /&gt;Ainda o sentes?&lt;br /&gt;É esse que ainda arde em mim, é esse que a minha boca quer, é esse pelo qual suspiro dia após dia.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo-te...&lt;br /&gt;Não para te maltratar, mas porque ainda te sinto em mim!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o teu suspiro no meu ouvido, o teu arfar no toque das tuas mãos, meu corpo treme ao lembrar o teu desejo, o teu sabor...&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer-te adeus, sim eu quero!&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda não consigo...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não consigo desistir de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7t-MeVZ6yeU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-6903021132128377353?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6903021132128377353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6903021132128377353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/03/escrevo-te.html' title='Escrevo-te'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNMXtQ-WTd8/TXkvdaxWW6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/COfqZTptT1U/s72-c/O-que-e-solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-3192935239336142318</id><published>2011-02-16T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:54:30.956Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scorpions'/><title type='text'>Still Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SUMcA--ejOc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-3192935239336142318?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3192935239336142318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3192935239336142318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-loving-you.html' title='Still Loving You'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SUMcA--ejOc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-2217113587380804095</id><published>2011-02-14T14:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:15:09.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. 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I Love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-4445331171955189614?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4445331171955189614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4445331171955189614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2010/11/si-tu-te-vas.html' title='Si Tu Te Vás...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-4387823614113285933</id><published>2010-07-26T14:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:55:30.272+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/c1pABjF7WfE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to call you my girl&lt;br /&gt;I used to call you my friend&lt;br /&gt;I used to call you the love&lt;br /&gt;The love that I never had&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even More than words can say&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Every minute of every day&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm so down when your&lt;br /&gt;love's not around&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, miss you, miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;You are all that I want&lt;br /&gt;You are all that I need&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that my pain's so real&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even More than words can say&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Every minute of every day&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm so down when your&lt;br /&gt;love's not around&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, miss you, miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even More than words can say&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Every minute of every day&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm so down when your&lt;br /&gt;love's not around&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, miss you, miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/c1pABjF7WfE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-1342235986369478432</id><published>2010-07-25T20:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:53:56.639+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro Abrunhosa'/><title type='text'>Vamos Fazer O Que Ainda Não Foi Feito</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NHnty6E4-I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NHnty6E4-I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem,vamos...&lt;br /&gt;Somos um beijo que demora&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã é sempre tarde demais.&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo, é o teu corpo, é o teu geito&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fazer o que ainda não foi feito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-1342235986369478432?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1342235986369478432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1342235986369478432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2010/07/vamos-fazer-o-que-ainda-nao-foi-feito.html' title='Vamos Fazer O Que Ainda Não Foi Feito'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-2563120143916273163</id><published>2010-07-13T21:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:53:38.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando me beijas entro noutra dimensão, apenas sinto a tua boca, a tua lingua transporta-me para outro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo, não ouço.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo á minha volta deixa de existir e entro num mundo que não sei onde é, um mundo que só encontro quando me apertas em teus abraços,e fazes tua a minha boca, e na tua toco a maciez das nuvens e flutuo pelo paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;Mordeste-me e levaste-me para o teu mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UmK6BkWfc1E&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UmK6BkWfc1E&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-2563120143916273163?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/2563120143916273163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/2563120143916273163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-me-beijas-entro-noutra-dimensao.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-5675962670355849167</id><published>2010-04-11T11:10:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:35:41.558+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/S8GgIyYvzpI/AAAAAAAAATI/6lqRStgYYvw/s1600/2872amantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458820296174718610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/S8GgIyYvzpI/AAAAAAAAATI/6lqRStgYYvw/s400/2872amantes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esta noite és tu que quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não! Não vou fugir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;És tu que preciso esta noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só por uma noite não vou fugir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero apertar-te nos meus braços, aninhar-me em ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui, esta noite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só por uma noite quero morrer nos teus braços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem Promessas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8b9Iu2DLZg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8b9Iu2DLZg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-5675962670355849167?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5675962670355849167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5675962670355849167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2010/04/esta-noite-es-tu-que-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/S8GgIyYvzpI/AAAAAAAAATI/6lqRStgYYvw/s72-c/2872amantes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-3164055927037207848</id><published>2010-03-27T21:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:32:26.162+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Tu e Eu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/S68tQBDSGBI/AAAAAAAAATA/DULZ6Xq6aeg/s1600/Aleksandr_Jeljasevic-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453627426952321042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/S68tQBDSGBI/AAAAAAAAATA/DULZ6Xq6aeg/s400/Aleksandr_Jeljasevic-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não foi um desafio, nem sequer um desejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um mar de Paixão, um oceano de emoções e sensações tão infinitas quanto o tempo e o espaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos teus braços o paraiso chegou, toquei as estrelas e a luz do sol entrou em mim, fiz-me anjo de luz no teu corpo, e fui diaba divina e diabólica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amei-te e amaste-me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fodi-te e fodeste-me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fui tua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foste meu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E assim calma e ferozmente, nos tornamos um, tonamo-nos, nós!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-3164055927037207848?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3164055927037207848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3164055927037207848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2010/03/tu-e-eu.html' title='Tu e Eu!'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/S68tQBDSGBI/AAAAAAAAATA/DULZ6Xq6aeg/s72-c/Aleksandr_Jeljasevic-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-7809710909819462455</id><published>2009-12-24T23:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:42:00.361Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>É Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/8uHd8Ai/photo/8N1rrbXCqv/"&gt;&lt;img title="click to comment" alt="click to comment" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/8N1rrbXCqv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, é Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Quero uma prenda!&lt;br /&gt;Não, não quero uma qualquer prenda. Quero-te!&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te assim, para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-7809710909819462455?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7809710909819462455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7809710909819462455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-natal.html' title='É Natal'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-7271049750516659150</id><published>2009-11-21T11:24:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:53:24.159Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Renascer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SwfTcYqKjSI/AAAAAAAAARs/TUkODk48T6c/s1600/_TT72834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406522362290670882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SwfTcYqKjSI/AAAAAAAAARs/TUkODk48T6c/s400/_TT72834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esta attitude quero ter:&lt;br /&gt;Renasço contigo, sem promessas.&lt;br /&gt;Não cobro amanhã. Cobro hoje e agora, uma entrega total, plena, sem ontem, sem hoje sem amanhã... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apenas e só agora, este momento.&lt;br /&gt;Saboreio-te!&lt;br /&gt;Tacteio-te na ponta dos dedos. Sinto-te!&lt;br /&gt;Não quero apenas os dois sabores, mas todos os sabores da vida, mergulhados na luxúria deste pecado.&lt;br /&gt;Tão doce...&lt;br /&gt;Não te escondas!&lt;br /&gt;Sim...&lt;br /&gt;És o que procuro!&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;Sem promessas, sem cautelas.&lt;br /&gt;A vantagem não é de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;O prazer?&lt;br /&gt;Esse será, nosso!&lt;br /&gt;E assim...&lt;br /&gt;Renasço contigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-7271049750516659150?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7271049750516659150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7271049750516659150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/11/renascer.html' title='Renascer'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SwfTcYqKjSI/AAAAAAAAARs/TUkODk48T6c/s72-c/_TT72834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-7809960472562255052</id><published>2009-11-06T20:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:56:49.165Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SvSNRUa7PcI/AAAAAAAAARc/n8fWrSiAass/s1600-h/S%C3%B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401097181803003330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SvSNRUa7PcI/AAAAAAAAARc/n8fWrSiAass/s400/S%C3%B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Espero-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-7809960472562255052?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7809960472562255052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7809960472562255052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-espero-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SvSNRUa7PcI/AAAAAAAAARc/n8fWrSiAass/s72-c/S%C3%B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-5163941489249411307</id><published>2009-10-25T18:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:40:08.036Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SuSbfd0RJTI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_SX4i0mupJ0/s1600-h/dp_6069-095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396609218378802482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SuSbfd0RJTI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_SX4i0mupJ0/s400/dp_6069-095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sexo é o consolo que a gente tem quando o amor não nos alcança...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(desconheço o autor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-5163941489249411307?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5163941489249411307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5163941489249411307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-sexo-e-o-consolo-que-gente-tem-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SuSbfd0RJTI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_SX4i0mupJ0/s72-c/dp_6069-095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-6979587819033231557</id><published>2009-10-24T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:12:58.410Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Segredos do Shiuuu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SuSjHYRkDKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9800ktj3ZTs/s1600-h/saudade13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396617600667225250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SuSjHYRkDKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9800ktj3ZTs/s400/saudade13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-6979587819033231557?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6979587819033231557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6979587819033231557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SuSjHYRkDKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9800ktj3ZTs/s72-c/saudade13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-6598280091082478085</id><published>2009-10-15T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:54:29.193Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Publicidade'/><title type='text'>Momentos Perfeitos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SuSs2EEBn_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ovs7GyqHhEU/s1600-h/Dan%C3%A7a+Comigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396628298300235762" style="DISPLAY: block; 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-5134670882679345613</id><published>2009-09-14T22:42:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:30:03.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma brisa entrou pela minha janela me despertou desta letargia e me invadiu os sentidos, a pele, a mente...&lt;br /&gt;E a noite ficou deliciosamente perturbadora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sq66MC56UlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yfnNQNJVxQA/s1600-h/EC_hight_tide_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381443320855286354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sq66MC56UlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yfnNQNJVxQA/s400/EC_hight_tide_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Uma brisa tocava no teu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma brisa tocava no teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Tu me olhando e pedindo&lt;br /&gt;Com aquele rostinho de eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Com aquele jeito provocante&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo nascia naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei de mansinho por trás de ti&lt;br /&gt;E com segundas intenções&lt;br /&gt;Passei a mão nos teus seios&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo tremeu como se um vulcão&lt;br /&gt;explodisse dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Encostei a minha boca na tua nuca&lt;br /&gt;e beijei aquela pele quente&lt;br /&gt;As minhas mãos tiravam a tua blusa&lt;br /&gt;e deixavam parte do teu corpo à mostra&lt;br /&gt;Passei a minha língua nas pontas dos teus seios&lt;br /&gt;Sugava-os desejando o teu néctar de fêmea&lt;br /&gt;Ouvia os teus gemidos&lt;br /&gt;e sentia uma tesão me invadindo&lt;br /&gt;Continuava brincando com os teus seios&lt;br /&gt;como uma criança insatisfeita&lt;br /&gt;Desejava perpetuar este momento,&lt;br /&gt;desfrutar do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Sentei-me na cadeira ao lado&lt;br /&gt;e te trouxe para o meu colo&lt;br /&gt;Sentaste de frente para mim,&lt;br /&gt;deixando os nossos sexos colados&lt;br /&gt;Separados apenas pelas nossas roupas íntimas&lt;br /&gt;A tua boca inquieta contornava a minha boca,&lt;br /&gt;procurando alguma coisa...&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos corpos não paravam&lt;br /&gt;e um ritmo alucinado aumentava a nossa tesão&lt;br /&gt;Deixava a tua boca comandar nosso show&lt;br /&gt;Atrevida,&lt;br /&gt;percorrias meu corpo indócil e impaciente&lt;br /&gt;Agora a tua língua percorria meu peito&lt;br /&gt;e sentia a tua boca me mordendo&lt;br /&gt;Percorrias a minha barriga ate chegar ao meu sexo&lt;br /&gt;Sentia a tua boca beijando-o,&lt;br /&gt;suave e vagarosamente&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tu o colocavas na tua boca,&lt;br /&gt;como a experimentar o seu sabor&lt;br /&gt;Deixavas-o molhado e teso&lt;br /&gt;como nunca o fizera antes&lt;br /&gt;Passavas as tuas mãos entre as tuas pernas&lt;br /&gt;e molhavas os dedos,&lt;br /&gt;colocando-os de seguida na minha boca&lt;br /&gt;para sentir o gosto do teu sexo&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-me alucinado&lt;br /&gt;e te desejava possuir a qualquer custo&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu não tinhas pressa&lt;br /&gt;E como a me provocar mordiscavas minhas coxas&lt;br /&gt;deixando suas marcas no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Deitaste-te no chão&lt;br /&gt;e com os braços abertos me chamavas&lt;br /&gt;A minha boca alucinada&lt;br /&gt;e perdida nas trocas de beijos&lt;br /&gt;Procurava então o teu sexo e&lt;br /&gt;experimentava o teu gosto&lt;br /&gt;Suguei o teu néctar&lt;br /&gt;e beijei o teu sexo para ouvir os teus gemidos&lt;br /&gt;Agora era eu que não tinha pressa&lt;br /&gt;Desejava ficar ali beijando o teu sexo&lt;br /&gt;até que minha boca parasse&lt;br /&gt;Ouvia-te pedindo para continuar&lt;br /&gt;brincando contigo&lt;br /&gt;Beijei as tuas coxas para te ouvir gemer&lt;br /&gt;Mas a tesão era demais e não mais suportava&lt;br /&gt;E num gesto louco e alucinado&lt;br /&gt;te penetrei lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Ouvia a tua voz dizendo que me querias todo,&lt;br /&gt;que me desejavas e que eras só minha&lt;br /&gt;Tirava e colocava o meu membro no teu sexo&lt;br /&gt;vagarosamente&lt;br /&gt;Experimentávamos outras posições,&lt;br /&gt;preocupados em dar o máximo prazer ao outro&lt;br /&gt;Eu te desejava&lt;br /&gt;e tu me chamavas com teu corpo carinhoso&lt;br /&gt;Sentíamos assim o prazer de percorrer nossos corpos&lt;br /&gt;Não desejava gozar naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;Desejava apenas te possuir&lt;br /&gt;como uma loba faminta&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o meu membro percorrendo o teu sexo&lt;br /&gt;Me embriagar deste momento&lt;br /&gt;Mas não suportávamos mais de tesão&lt;br /&gt;E numa loucura de desejos ouvi o teu gemido&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-te a gozar como nunca&lt;br /&gt;E naquele vai e vem&lt;br /&gt;sentia que estava a chegar minha hora&lt;br /&gt;de molhar o teu sexo já todo húmido&lt;br /&gt;Gozei como nunca o fizera&lt;br /&gt;Sentia o mundo cair sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Um cansaço gostoso invadia nossos corpos,&lt;br /&gt;agora exaustos&lt;br /&gt;Puxei-te para os meus braços&lt;br /&gt;e um beijo terminou nossa linda aventura&lt;br /&gt;Transformando em uma&lt;br /&gt;as almas que se tocaram. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pedro Miguel Peixoto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-5134670882679345613?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5134670882679345613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5134670882679345613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/09/uma-brisa-que-entrou-pela-janela-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sq66MC56UlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yfnNQNJVxQA/s72-c/EC_hight_tide_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8679972646523300945</id><published>2009-09-13T21:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:37:55.271+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSIvWzhLrT8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSIvWzhLrT8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida vive-se em um momento....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8679972646523300945?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8679972646523300945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8679972646523300945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfume-de-mulher.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-5449166129777150750</id><published>2009-09-11T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:07:14.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sqo9SxnTLuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ID8tsXTwmWY/s1600-h/1210245228_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sqo9SxnTLuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ID8tsXTwmWY/s400/1210245228_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380180097612590818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sabemos porque amamos alguém, então... não amamos.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor não tem razões....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-5449166129777150750?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5449166129777150750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5449166129777150750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-sabemos-porque-amamos-alguem-entao.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sqo9SxnTLuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ID8tsXTwmWY/s72-c/1210245228_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-3868950448491901043</id><published>2009-09-10T22:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:58:56.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yem4-eMAyoY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yem4-eMAyoY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-3868950448491901043?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3868950448491901043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3868950448491901043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-4639717968964686462</id><published>2009-09-09T08:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:09:20.018+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SqdTh7tfxnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3gKgwlHzgyU/s1600-h/bjÃ¡chuva.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379360122346653298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SqdTh7tfxnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3gKgwlHzgyU/s400/bj%C3%A1chuva.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E o dia amanheceu assim...&lt;br /&gt;Uma chuva deliciosa enche o ar, e o dia fica mágico.&lt;br /&gt;Sonho-te!&lt;br /&gt;Invento-nos assim num beijo sob esta chuva que me inebria os sentidos e me faz sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Assim a magia acontece...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-4639717968964686462?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4639717968964686462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4639717968964686462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-o-dia-amanheceu-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SqdTh7tfxnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3gKgwlHzgyU/s72-c/bj%C3%A1chuva.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-3034368534039998161</id><published>2009-08-31T15:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:02:31.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SpvjgG0tgdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/I86bCLduCs0/s1600-h/004.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SpvjgG0tgdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/I86bCLduCs0/s400/004.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376140720923836882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apertas-me entre os teus braços. E ficamos assim, a sentir-mo-nos, aconchegados no calor doce dos nossos corpos, no fogoso desejo que nos queima, na força poderosa de um abraço. &lt;br /&gt;Abraço que mima. &lt;br /&gt;Abraço que faz milagre. &lt;br /&gt;E assim no silencio deste abraço matamos a nossa saudade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-3034368534039998161?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3034368534039998161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3034368534039998161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/08/apertas-me-entre-os-teus-bracos.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SpvjgG0tgdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/I86bCLduCs0/s72-c/004.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-6774286719608788666</id><published>2009-08-28T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:04:07.038+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SlDmvx9_rbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dJTRWDedkoY/s1600-h/Namorar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355033665485122994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SlDmvx9_rbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dJTRWDedkoY/s400/Namorar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apetece-me assim...&lt;br /&gt;Ter-te!&lt;br /&gt;Aconchegar-me em teu colo, receber os teus mimos e simplesmente namorar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-6774286719608788666?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6774286719608788666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6774286719608788666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/08/apetece-me-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SlDmvx9_rbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dJTRWDedkoY/s72-c/Namorar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-7664855502282234269</id><published>2009-08-26T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:35:00.985+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So7M6ZBXVyI/AAAAAAAAANk/CGMI1ErEW04/s1600-h/Caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372456709020669730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So7M6ZBXVyI/AAAAAAAAANk/CGMI1ErEW04/s400/Caminho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Procura-me... Descobre-me...&lt;br /&gt;E depois que encontrares o meu caminho, vem...&lt;br /&gt;Estou á tua espera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-7664855502282234269?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7664855502282234269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7664855502282234269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/08/procura-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So7M6ZBXVyI/AAAAAAAAANk/CGMI1ErEW04/s72-c/Caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-1896318128939044429</id><published>2009-08-25T15:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:57:00.525+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>É isso aí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWEHstr3PiU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWEHstr3PiU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei parar de te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não, Não vou parar....&lt;br /&gt;Não me canso de olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-1896318128939044429?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1896318128939044429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1896318128939044429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-isso-ai.html' title='É isso aí...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8464963767624325471</id><published>2009-08-24T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:26:01.125+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So7YxwkFlQI/AAAAAAAAANs/89ArhPQFUQg/s1600-h/dinnerbeach_Inhaca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372469754861032706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So7YxwkFlQI/AAAAAAAAANs/89ArhPQFUQg/s400/dinnerbeach_Inhaca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leva-me a jantar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas leva-me a um lugar luxuoso, encantandor e único.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8464963767624325471?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8464963767624325471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8464963767624325471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/08/leva-me-jantar.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So7YxwkFlQI/AAAAAAAAANs/89ArhPQFUQg/s72-c/dinnerbeach_Inhaca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-5427430139886090581</id><published>2009-08-23T23:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:39:00.506+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>As cores do meu beijar</title><content type='html'>Diz-me...&lt;br /&gt;Como é o teu beijo?&lt;br /&gt;De que forma os teus labios poderiam tocar os meus?&lt;br /&gt;Queres mesmo saber?&lt;br /&gt;Sentes-te Preparado para voar até ao arco iris?&lt;br /&gt;Então fecha os olhos e vem, deixa que te leve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So_L_536k5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6NXxLAOi5fE/s1600-h/200407166-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372737179203834770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So_L_536k5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6NXxLAOi5fE/s400/200407166-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vou beijar-te em tons de branco e no meu beijo sentirás a paz.&lt;br /&gt;Vou beijar-te em tons de amarelo e na minha boca sentirás o ardor do sol.&lt;br /&gt;Vou beijar-te em tons de Azul e na tua alma sentirás o paraíso do céu.&lt;br /&gt;Vou beijar-te em tons vermelhos e no teu corpo o fogo da paixão vai incendiar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Vou assim beijar-te, levar-te a percorrer o caminho rumo ao infinito da minha boca, e assim voaremos até ao centro de mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-5427430139886090581?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5427430139886090581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5427430139886090581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-cores-do-meu-beijar.html' title='As cores do meu beijar'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So_L_536k5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6NXxLAOi5fE/s72-c/200407166-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8566962056502298308</id><published>2009-08-21T17:21:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:02:13.550+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So7JqzBXbkI/AAAAAAAAANc/g8IywX9qb3Y/s1600-h/Poeta01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453142587207234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So7JqzBXbkI/AAAAAAAAANc/g8IywX9qb3Y/s400/Poeta01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pensamentos soltos, que não cansam de me assombrar. Palavras que não consigo exprimir, desejos que não consigo realizar e em turbilhão as emoções ficam presas na garganta, e em soluços os desejos são reprimidos e guardados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Letras que ecoam na imaginação e da pena, em pingos leves vão soletrando e ganhando a vida que me escapa por entre os dedos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não tenhas medo das palavras, elas precisam ser ditas, para poderem ser sentidas, para que alguem sorria e seja muito mais feliz. Um olhar diz-nos coisas maravilhosas, mas precisamos de dizer e de ouvir palavras,  elas são o alimento da nossa alma, do nosso ser interior, das nossas emoções. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se nos faltam palavras precisamos de as procurar, em algum lugar dentro de nós estão adormecidas, é por falta de palavras que terminam relaçoes, é por falta de palavras que os amores morrem e até é por falta de palavras que as paixões esmorecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então de olhos nos olhos e de sorriso nos lábios, vamos dizer-nos a todo o momento, Palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Palavras de amor. Palavras de carinho. Palavras alegres. Palavras tristes, até palavras de raiva, palavras zangadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas palavras que transmitam o que sentimos porque só assim nos faremos ouvir. Porque só assim saberemos que estamos, talvez morrendo de silêncios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8566962056502298308?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8566962056502298308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8566962056502298308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/08/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So7JqzBXbkI/AAAAAAAAANc/g8IywX9qb3Y/s72-c/Poeta01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-6633364594304529013</id><published>2009-08-18T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:40:07.578+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Espero-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SowpONsITEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GK49eckwBeM/s1600-h/31d84c56b8be65eaa620e2f4fe38cd35_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371713779715820610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SowpONsITEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GK49eckwBeM/s400/31d84c56b8be65eaa620e2f4fe38cd35_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tens o encanto de um amor e a ânsia de uma paixão e por instantes sinto o nosso desejo a aumentar, nessa combinação que pode ser perfeita e ao mesmo tempo avassaladora, por ti a mente começa a girar e o corpo quer ceder ao tremor que se aproxima. Carregado de carinho, e ao mesmo tempo de um apetite arrebatador, teus labios soletram palavras desejosas de mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde sempre que te quero, que te sinto, ainda antes de o saber, ainda antes de que os meus lábios fossem capazes de pronunciar tais palavras. DESEJO-TE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com muito carinho, com muito tesão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre...&lt;br /&gt;E nessa dedicação inebriante, nesse desejo que vem não sei de onde. Fico zonza... a mente rodopia no silencio do teu olhar, e é essa tua fome de mim, que me deixa os pelos eriçados, a pele arrepiada, e uma vontade louca de experimentar -te, de sentir-te e sugar da tua boca cada soluço do prazer que se aproxima. Sim... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Experimenta-me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Experimento-te...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixa cair as barreiras e deixa-me levar-te a percorrer caminhos nunca antes descobertos, desejos nunca antes vividos, mesmo que por vezes ausente, estou sempre contigo no pensamento e nessa experiência, onde a entrega é total, e o querer é um sentir profundo de te ter em mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Permite-me ter-te...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Permite-me fazer-te minha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Serei teu, por inteiro, num momento só nosso.&lt;br /&gt;Num momento, desde sempre aspirado, que farão nossos dias terem outra cor e que perdurará para toda a eternidade, sempre vai aflorar aos nossos lábios a cor de um sorriso e a vontade de repetir num desejo de viver mais, de ultrapassar todos os limites, de viver tudo o que nos permitirmos, deixar os pensamentos soltos, livres, pecadores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diz-me o que desejas, soletra-me as tuas mais loucas fantasias, farei de tudo para te realizar... e como num sonho, farei com que voes nos meus braços, e já sem folego, vejo em ti o reflexo do meu prazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E sei que cada segundo que estiver contigo vai valer a pena cada dia que passei sem te ter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu encanto te inebria e quero que me percorras nas pontas dos teus dedos e de olhos fechados, descreves-me, e só assim me vejo atravez dos teus olhos, sinto-me com o teu sentir, e em cada toque um gemido, um sopro.... e guio-te para dentro de mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero-te... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só isso importa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E espero-te... até seres minha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-6633364594304529013?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6633364594304529013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6633364594304529013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/08/espero-te.html' title='Espero-te...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SowpONsITEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GK49eckwBeM/s72-c/31d84c56b8be65eaa620e2f4fe38cd35_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8023737512629475523</id><published>2009-08-16T22:47:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:09:09.036+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Desejada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SoiPoR6Rm4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/0jZ_4Rm88Rc/s1600-h/sedu%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bred.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370700477804682114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SoiPoR6Rm4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/0jZ_4Rm88Rc/s400/sedu%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bred.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O tempo passa e as palavras ditas sussurram no meu ouvido, ecoam na minha mente. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Palavras intensas, carregadas de sentir e de querer, e esse teu desejo me inebria os sentidos e esse teu querer me faz estremecer e desejar sentir aquilo que no meu delirio sinto em teus braços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E se esse teu querer fosse por momentos o meu querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E se por momentos me deixasse levar nesse teu querer, nesse teu desejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E se por momentos fechasse os olhos e simplesmente me deixasse ir nessa vontade tua de me ter, nesse teu ardente desejo de mim, e se por momentos fechasse os olhos e me deixasse simplesmente ser assim nos teus braços apertada, entregar-me... e ser no teu corpo mais que desejada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8023737512629475523?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8023737512629475523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8023737512629475523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/08/desejada.html' title='Desejada'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SoiPoR6Rm4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/0jZ_4Rm88Rc/s72-c/sedu%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bred.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8582188900933548368</id><published>2009-08-12T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:06:30.291+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcos Woyames de Albuquerque'/><title type='text'>És Minha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So631YkCrPI/AAAAAAAAANE/nW1NJgqvQPk/s1600-h/Aleksandr_Jeljasevic-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372433533254151410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So631YkCrPI/AAAAAAAAANE/nW1NJgqvQPk/s400/Aleksandr_Jeljasevic-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És minha!&lt;br /&gt;A mim tu pertences!&lt;br /&gt;Te abrigo ou castigo,&lt;br /&gt;Te amo ou subjugo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a mim que te entregas.&lt;br /&gt;É em mim que te esfregas.&lt;br /&gt;Dou a ti meu prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Tens em mim teu querer..Te domo e te tomo,&lt;br /&gt;Te levo a loucura.&lt;br /&gt;Te abato ou te bato,&lt;br /&gt;Ou te trato em doçura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ti tiro mel&lt;br /&gt;No teu corpo que sugo.&lt;br /&gt;A ti dou meu mel&lt;br /&gt;Teu alimento é meu sumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te aparo e te amparo,&lt;br /&gt;Te tomo e te taro.&lt;br /&gt;Tens tudo de meu.&lt;br /&gt;Sentidos mais raros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ti sou teu dono,&lt;br /&gt;Entranhas e carnes.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o ser que te consome.&lt;br /&gt;É em mim que tu ardes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se minha tu és,&lt;br /&gt;Em contrapartida teu sou&lt;br /&gt;Se estás aos meus pés&lt;br /&gt;É aos teus pés que estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcos Woyames de Albuquerque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8582188900933548368?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8582188900933548368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8582188900933548368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/08/es-minha.html' title='És Minha!!!'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/So631YkCrPI/AAAAAAAAANE/nW1NJgqvQPk/s72-c/Aleksandr_Jeljasevic-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-3210376712195899896</id><published>2009-07-20T20:46:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:20:18.243+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Quase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SmTP-legdbI/AAAAAAAAALM/D9XN8htTZzQ/s1600-h/sexo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360638130596640178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SmTP-legdbI/AAAAAAAAALM/D9XN8htTZzQ/s400/sexo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais um dia se aproxima. A espectativa, a ansiedade tomam conta de mim, não durmo, não penso em mais nada só na ideia que se instala e que não quer abandonar meu pensamento. Vais ser meu, vou ser tua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma vez o tempo vai parar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma vez vamos viver os momentos que roubamos á vida para nós, apenas para nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O prazer de nos tocarmos, de nos sentirmos. A emoção que cresce. O coração saltitante, o corpo euforico na ansia deste querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A pele já se arrepia só porque o meu pensamento voa pelo que vai acontecer, e de dentro das minhas entranhas já escorre o mel com que te delicias. Meu corpo já estremece e sente o calor das tuas mãos, o toque da tua lingua e o sabor agridoce do teu sexo que cresce na minha boca para assim saciarmos mais uma vez esta fome de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anseio pela tua lingua que me liberta e o meu corpo dá solavancos de prazer. Um prazer tão intenso, tão libertador que me solta e me faz voar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anseio pelo teu sexo rijo que penetra as minhas entranhas e ouço-te uivar pelo prazer que sentes em estar dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou aqui a sentir-te, a querer-te a desejar-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o dia está quase a chegar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-3210376712195899896?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3210376712195899896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3210376712195899896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/07/quase.html' title='Quase...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SmTP-legdbI/AAAAAAAAALM/D9XN8htTZzQ/s72-c/sexo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-99652468989032873</id><published>2009-07-12T21:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:58:59.934+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie Chaplin'/><title type='text'>Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SlpOZ_hMEYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2-XSF6-Z9LI/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357680915164959106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SlpOZ_hMEYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2-XSF6-Z9LI/s400/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A vida é uma peça de teatro que não permite ensaios.Por isso,cante,chore,dance,ria e viva intensamente, antes que a cortina se feche e a peça termine...&lt;br /&gt;...sem aplausos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charlie Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-99652468989032873?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/99652468989032873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/99652468989032873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/07/vida.html' title='Vida...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SlpOZ_hMEYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2-XSF6-Z9LI/s72-c/untitled4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-4694335826116639422</id><published>2009-07-09T11:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:59:28.345+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Momento inesperado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SlER61Yf-8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/PX6_nHHuFbA/s1600-h/23418864_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355081134380153794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SlER61Yf-8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/PX6_nHHuFbA/s400/23418864_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sentada naquela esplanada bebericando um café, olhando o horizonte, perdida em pensamentos sinto como que uma força inexplicável e algo me faz desviar a intróspectiva dos meus devaneios, olhas-me concentrado, como que a chamar por mim. Olho-te bem seria e concentrando os meus olhos nos teus, sinto crescer em mim, um calor que me sobe por todo o corpo e se vem espelhar no meu rosto, para que percebas que me apeteces te mesmo que eu não o quisesse demonstrar.&lt;br /&gt;Sorriste...Um sorriso tão doce e ao mesmo tempo tão matreiro.&lt;br /&gt;Olhaste-me de novo, ainda mais serio, com mais certeza, teus olhos diziam, quero-te! Aqui, agora....&lt;br /&gt;E ficamos assim, durante um tempo tão mágico, que pareceu eterno.&lt;br /&gt;E de repente, sem saber como levantas-te e deixas no ar o teu cheiro que vem até a mim, como um louca provocação. Desaparesceste. Envolveste-te na multidão. Fiquei ali parada, de novo envolta nos pensamentos, mas em ti, sentido cada segundo daquele breve encontro e ainda com a pele a arder ao leve sentir do teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Sem que me aperceba, aproxima-se de mim um garçon que me entrega um bilhete, abro o bilhete, o coração aos saltos, sabia de antemão que era teu, mas nada antevendo o que poderia ser, olhei estupefacta, excitada e já com as entranhas a escorrer, dizias simplesmente:&lt;br /&gt;"Se o o que li no teus olhos e vi nas tuas faces rosadas for o que penso, vem... espero-te no WC do andar de cima..."&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui parar para reflectir, tamanho era o desejo, que se apoderava de mim, tamanha era a excitação que já escorria do meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Saí apressada, a passos largos, cheguei lá acima em tão pouco tempo que pensei que tivesse voado.&lt;br /&gt;Abri a porta, olhaste-me, silenciosamente, puxaste me para ti, e beijaste-me um beijo carregado de desejo, uma boca sedente, gulosa e ardente de tesão.&lt;br /&gt;Que beijo....&lt;br /&gt;Agarraste em mim, numa força bruta, descontrolada, sentaste-me no autoclismo, segurei-me para traz e as tuas mão loucas arrancaram-me as cuecas e a tua boca apoderou-se do meu sexo, sugando-o e lambendo-o de forma tão louca que me esqueci de onde estava e gemi de prazer, quando estava quase a explodir, pões no chão curvas-me de cu empinado para ti e sinto o teu sexo, quente a pulsar dentro de mim, paras e recomeças em estocadas lentas e intensas, e assim, nesta loucura instantânea, nesta sede incontrolável de voar, sinto escorrer o teu suco quente em mim, e os dois voamos naquele WC.&lt;br /&gt;Recompostos, deixamos aquele lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Voltaremos a ver-nos?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, respondi.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez....&lt;br /&gt;Num outro dia, numa outra tarde, num outro tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Adeus... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-4694335826116639422?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4694335826116639422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4694335826116639422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/07/naquele-wc.html' title='Momento inesperado'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SlER61Yf-8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/PX6_nHHuFbA/s72-c/23418864_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-710824337244882568</id><published>2009-07-02T22:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:24:06.109+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Somos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SlDhk-GE8LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/h-W8NxVPwjk/s1600-h/BichoDuasCabe%C3%A7as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355027982203547826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SlDhk-GE8LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/h-W8NxVPwjk/s400/BichoDuasCabe%C3%A7as.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Onde acabas tu e começo eu? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde acabo eu e começas tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos o prolongamento um do outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-710824337244882568?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/710824337244882568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/710824337244882568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/07/somos.html' title='Somos...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SlDhk-GE8LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/h-W8NxVPwjk/s72-c/BichoDuasCabe%C3%A7as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-6090771260059691807</id><published>2009-06-27T15:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:58:41.948+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luis Fernando Verissimo'/><title type='text'>A Pessoa Errada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SkYzPl_RNQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6hJUR45Cf7M/s1600-h/09b6d357d6dabdf3e8236fda3e5562a0_web.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352021550164948226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SkYzPl_RNQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6hJUR45Cf7M/s400/09b6d357d6dabdf3e8236fda3e5562a0_web.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pensando bem, em tudo o que a gente vê, e vivencia, e ouve e pensa, não existe uma pessoa certa pra gente.&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma pessoa que, se você for parar pra pensar é, na verdade, a pessoa errada.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a pessoa certa faz tudo certinho.&lt;br /&gt;Chega na hora certa, fala as coisas certas, faz as coisas certas, mas nem sempre a gente tá precisando das coisas certas.&lt;br /&gt;Aí é a hora de procurar a pessoa errada.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa errada te faz perder a cabeça, fazer loucuras, perder a hora, morrer de amor.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa errada vai ficar um dia sem te procurar que é pra na hora que vocês se encontrarem a entrega ser muito mais verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa errada, é na verdade, aquilo que a gente chama de pessoa certa. Essa pessoa vai te fazer chorar, mas uma hora depois vai estar enxugando suas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Essa pessoa vai tirar seu sono, mas vai te dar em troca uma noite de amor inesquecível.&lt;br /&gt;Essa pessoa talvez te magoe, e depois te enche de mimos pedindo seu perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Essa pessoa pode não estar 100% do tempo ao seu lado, mas vai estar 100% da vida dela esperando você; Vai estar o tempo todo pensando em você.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa errada tem que aparecer pra todo mundo porque a vida não é certa, nada aqui é certo.&lt;br /&gt;O que é certo mesmo, é que temos que viver cada momento, cada segundo... amando, sorrindo, chorando, emocionando, pensando, agindo, querendo, conseguindo.&lt;br /&gt;E só assim é possível chegar àquele momento do dia em que a gente diz:&lt;br /&gt;"Graças à Deus deu tudo certo".&lt;br /&gt;Quando na verdade Tudo o que Ele quer é que a gente encontre a pessoa errada, Pra que as coisas comecem a realmente funcionar direito pra gente...&lt;br /&gt;Nossa missão:&lt;br /&gt;Compreender o universo de cada ser humano,respeitar as diferenças, brindar as descobertas, buscar a evolução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luis Fernando Verissimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-6090771260059691807?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6090771260059691807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6090771260059691807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/06/pessoa-errada.html' title='A Pessoa Errada'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SkYzPl_RNQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6hJUR45Cf7M/s72-c/09b6d357d6dabdf3e8236fda3e5562a0_web.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-4359858763166046570</id><published>2009-06-27T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:06:05.238+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>És a Minha Pessoa Errada....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SkY0UTZWwyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_0FhgZt36yQ/s1600-h/weee01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352022730585064226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SkY0UTZWwyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_0FhgZt36yQ/s400/weee01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adoro a forma como me olhas, como me atiças com esse teu olhar provocador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo esse olhar que me deixa doida de vontade de te tocar, a forma como o teu corpo toca na ponta dos meus dedos. Sentes o vibrar o tremer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adoro esse sorriso matreiro que me atiça, incendeia e desperta as mais loucas fantasias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo o teu desejo, tuas fantasias teu sabor, teu calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adoro a forma como te entregas neste desejo louco, amo a sintonia que respira o nosso tesão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;És a minha pessoa Errada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adoro-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero-te! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-4359858763166046570?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4359858763166046570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4359858763166046570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/06/es-minha-pessoa-errada.html' title='És a Minha Pessoa Errada....'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SkY0UTZWwyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_0FhgZt36yQ/s72-c/weee01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-3075656284890013132</id><published>2009-06-20T06:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:29:16.106+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sj6mEFXkIvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wI9qBcN5y9Y/s1600-h/black_white_panties302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349895996453430002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sj6mEFXkIvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wI9qBcN5y9Y/s400/black_white_panties302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invento-te no meu corpo, e assim sacio a minha fome de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-3075656284890013132?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3075656284890013132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3075656284890013132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/06/invento-te-no-meu-corpo-e-assim-sacio.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sj6mEFXkIvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wI9qBcN5y9Y/s72-c/black_white_panties302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-4182700739388432753</id><published>2009-06-05T15:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:15:08.748+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sikpumnrw9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/e9Z37tYctvk/s1600-h/11539995713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343848313469518802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sikpumnrw9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/e9Z37tYctvk/s400/11539995713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um desejo meu, um sonho um devaneio, uma tentação.&lt;br /&gt;Uma loucura minha, Tua, Nossa!&lt;br /&gt;Vem....&lt;br /&gt;Vamos embarcar nesta aventura, vamos dar-nos esta loucura, este prazer este tesão.&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;Estou á vossa espera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-4182700739388432753?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4182700739388432753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4182700739388432753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/06/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sikpumnrw9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/e9Z37tYctvk/s72-c/11539995713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8234597993204775386</id><published>2009-05-10T20:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:35:17.538+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Segredos do Shiuuu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SgcsYETfKPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4gwAcYYrxsk/s1600-h/2489011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334281075627600114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SgcsYETfKPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4gwAcYYrxsk/s400/2489011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8234597993204775386?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8234597993204775386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8234597993204775386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SgcsYETfKPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4gwAcYYrxsk/s72-c/2489011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8213974728282257178</id><published>2009-05-02T18:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:57:19.042+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Amada, Amante.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SfyIG_KUVBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MUNEMZrVtoo/s1600-h/_la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331285712515126290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SfyIG_KUVBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MUNEMZrVtoo/s400/_la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E assim... fui mais uma vez, TUA!&lt;br /&gt;Tua Amada!&lt;br /&gt;Tua Amante!&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que te dá seu corpo e seu ser. Aquela que te dá tudo o que tem, tudo o que sabe e sente. E de repente por uns breves instantes o mundo é nosso. Lá fora o sol é quente e o dia radioso, fechados no nosso quarto a magia acontece e o prazer espalha-se sobre nós. Pairamos nesta loucura, brindamos-nos com o prazer um do outro. E finalmente, quando descemos de novo, encontramos-nos num transe de satisfação que tudo pára, e a tarde, a vida o mundo lá fora nao exite.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo somos nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O6Vf9sIFDcs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O6Vf9sIFDcs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8213974728282257178?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8213974728282257178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8213974728282257178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/05/amada-amante.html' title='Amada, Amante.'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SfyIG_KUVBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MUNEMZrVtoo/s72-c/_la.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-799407454690397178</id><published>2009-04-26T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:01:00.936+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Parabens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SfOEiOG2R2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/V0CUsECkyis/s1600-h/12-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328748507546666850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SfOEiOG2R2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/V0CUsECkyis/s400/12-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neste mundo de encontros e desencontros, nesta encruzilhada da estrada a que chamamos VIDA, cruzei o teu caminho, em comum esta data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje em comum a vontade de ter mais a cada dia, de ser tua mais que ontem e fazer te sempre mais meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Juntar teu corpo ao meu e nele voar pelo infinito, em cada toque em cada beijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui te dou o que de melhor eu tenho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parabéns meu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parabéns pelo teu aniversário, que é nosso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A ti, a mim. A NÓS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parabéns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-799407454690397178?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/799407454690397178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/799407454690397178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/04/parabens.html' title='Parabens!'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SfOEiOG2R2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/V0CUsECkyis/s72-c/12-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-4322626282280532095</id><published>2009-03-28T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:41:00.502Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Beijo-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/ScVYAHHuCqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/z98tBThYCqY/s1600-h/2092beijos_de_lingua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315751694115408546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/ScVYAHHuCqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/z98tBThYCqY/s400/2092beijos_de_lingua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O dançar das linguas enroscadas uma na outra. A coisa mais deliciosa de todas as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;A mais tentadora e sedutora sensação. Imaginar o beijo, senti-lo antes dele acontecer e depois...&lt;br /&gt;Bem depois é o ver o paraiso chegar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-4322626282280532095?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4322626282280532095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4322626282280532095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/03/beijo-te.html' title='Beijo-te'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/ScVYAHHuCqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/z98tBThYCqY/s72-c/2092beijos_de_lingua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-6778406279914381229</id><published>2009-03-24T22:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:31:01.145Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sb7VhT2CHLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IvQwMuDzoO4/s1600-h/tu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313919378583067826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sb7VhT2CHLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IvQwMuDzoO4/s400/tu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E somos cumplices neste viver, em sintonia queremos sempre mais.&lt;br /&gt;Queremo-nos ardentemente nesta angustia de querer.&lt;br /&gt;Comunicamos como melhores amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Fazemos amor, como namorados.&lt;br /&gt;Fodemo-nos como amantes.&lt;br /&gt;Este querer é tão intenso, tão nosso e nossas bocas se procuram, nossos corpos se encaixam num puzle perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Somos um só, neste prazer tão nosso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-6778406279914381229?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6778406279914381229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6778406279914381229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/03/nos.html' title='Nós'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sb7VhT2CHLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IvQwMuDzoO4/s72-c/tu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-5593440756404102067</id><published>2009-03-23T23:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:50:19.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Quero-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/ScVZH72iaUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GtCQaJVPNy0/s1600-h/Boris+Sitnikov%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315752928041134402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/ScVZH72iaUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GtCQaJVPNy0/s400/Boris+Sitnikov%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lá fora as gaivotas voam no último voo errante rumo ao infinito, o pôr do sol entra pela janela e deixa-me anestesiada, melancólica, saudosa de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Preparo o banho, um banho de rosas perfumadas que me deixa os sentidos apurados e a pele cheirosa e macia. Ao secar a pele no toalhão de banho delicado e fofo, um tremor percorre todo o meu corpo, penso-te, sinto-te…&lt;br /&gt;Pé ante pé percorro o pequeno corredor que dá até ao meu quarto, deitada sob a cama, os meu pensamentos começam a divagar e uma excitação doce apodera-se do meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Toco os meu seios, já eriçados e percorro todo o meu corpo com as minhas mãos, toco as coxas e aquele fogo que me queima, incendeia ainda mais a minha vontade.&lt;br /&gt;As velas que ardem deixam o ar inebriante e o seu perfume anestesia-me os sentidos, já não sei parar estes pensamentos, já não sei controlar este desejo de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-5593440756404102067?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5593440756404102067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5593440756404102067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/02/quero-te.html' title='Quero-te'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/ScVZH72iaUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GtCQaJVPNy0/s72-c/Boris+Sitnikov%5B7%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-6165297970948061850</id><published>2009-03-22T20:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:42:00.893Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Ofereceste-te-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/ScVUs6XIt3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jMR3IqaahUo/s1600-h/822691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315748065738012530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/ScVUs6XIt3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jMR3IqaahUo/s400/822691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi uma oferta voluptuosa, entreguei-me a cada toque, senti cada beijo, provei cada gota de suor.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda estou à tua espera....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-6165297970948061850?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6165297970948061850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6165297970948061850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/03/ofereceste-te-me.html' title='Ofereceste-te-me...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/ScVUs6XIt3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jMR3IqaahUo/s72-c/822691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-9206398278090948351</id><published>2009-03-21T21:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:20:45.818Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Ah... O Beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YGbtYMT9_S4/SKFftUnb0bI/AAAAAAAABSw/9k0QQfNbzSo/s1600-h/beijo-pequeno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233569474214089138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YGbtYMT9_S4/SKFftUnb0bI/AAAAAAAABSw/9k0QQfNbzSo/s400/beijo-pequeno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocar o rosto levemente com a ponta dos dedos, percorrer cada milimetro da face.Tocar, sentir, estremcer.Coloca-la entre as minhas mãos, percorrer devagarinho todo o espaço em redor dos olhos, descer lentamente pelo nariz, tocar levemente os lábios com a ponta da lingua, delinea-los, mordiscá-los, parar! Recomeçar!Por fim abrir a tua boca lentamente, encontrar a maciez da tua lingua a tremer, e nela enrolar a minha e nessa dança perceber que todo o corpo está entregue. Toda a Alma pulsa.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Fazer amor num beijo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-9206398278090948351?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/9206398278090948351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/9206398278090948351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-o-beijo.html' title='Ah... O Beijo'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YGbtYMT9_S4/SKFftUnb0bI/AAAAAAAABSw/9k0QQfNbzSo/s72-c/beijo-pequeno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-3688706336967032993</id><published>2009-03-20T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:36:00.847Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SbwyCHww4RI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_rU3KwYrKqk/s1600-h/CHUVA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313176672415047954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SbwyCHww4RI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_rU3KwYrKqk/s400/CHUVA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-3688706336967032993?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3688706336967032993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3688706336967032993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/03/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SbwyCHww4RI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_rU3KwYrKqk/s72-c/CHUVA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-5730758341802081020</id><published>2009-03-13T21:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:29:49.742+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Sexta Feira 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SbwqnKPPJmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kacuoXYd_S0/s1600-h/Sexta+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313168512641869410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SbwqnKPPJmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kacuoXYd_S0/s400/Sexta+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vejo-te aparecer por entre a multidão, concentrado, olhos que vagueiam pela sala, procuras-me. Adoro ver-te assim, observar-te, sem que me percebas, os meus olhos percorrem o teu corpo e os meus dedos percorrem os teus contornos. Toco-te em pensamento, olho.te à distancia, aprecio o teu olhar o teu caminhar e um sorriso aflora aos meus lábios, meus olhos devem estar brilhantes e o meu coração salta louco, nesta vontade de correr para ti e me apertar em teus braços. Deves sentir-me e reparas em mim. Olhas-me, sorris, dirigiste-te a mim, adoro esse sorriso. Amo esse olhar de desejo. Percorremos o corredor e a distancia entre nós é anulada pelos toques que nos damos. Dissimulamos o desejo, só nós o sabemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E assim que é possivel, assim que os olhares indiscretos desaparecem, um abraço forte e quente nos envolve e os teus lábios tomam os meus. O beijo é doce e calmo, quente e esfomeado, e em nós uma corrente de emoções se assoma, e não queremos parar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como é bom ter-te assim, ainda que por breves instantes. Ainda que fugidos dos olhares indiscretos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia de azar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não! Foi o dia de maior sorte desde há uns tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adoro-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-5730758341802081020?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5730758341802081020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/5730758341802081020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/03/sexta-feira-13.html' title='Sexta Feira 13'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SbwqnKPPJmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kacuoXYd_S0/s72-c/Sexta+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-116889829918319062</id><published>2009-03-08T22:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:16:22.989Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Vem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sa2k6FCWKUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/c3QuKcVbfOE/s1600-h/tras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309080853431068994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sa2k6FCWKUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/c3QuKcVbfOE/s400/tras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dou por mim a pensar nos teus gemidos de prazer enquanto me penetras por trás. Esse pensamento passa pelo meu corpo como um choque eléctrico, começo a suar frio, e os meus pelos eriçam-se, aquele calor instala-se nas minhas coxas, e percorre-me as entranhas. Sinto-me como a lava de um vulcão.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é quando, na minha mente se instala o som do teu uivo e o tremor do teu corpo no instante em que a subida vertiginosa do teu prazer pulsa do teu sexo, que não aguento e tremo incontrolável, de dentro de mim escorre a lava que me encharca o corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir o teu grito de prazer no meu corpo, este corpo que eu não gosto, mas em que te delicias e nos fazes voar.&lt;br /&gt;Reviver esse prazer tão nosso, tão louco, faz-me querer-te, agora.&lt;br /&gt;Tocar-te!&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-te!&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te! Esta vontade louca de te ter em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Este ardor que me consome as entranhas.&lt;br /&gt;Vem...Estou a arder de vontade de ti!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-116889829918319062?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/116889829918319062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/116889829918319062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/03/vem.html' title='Vem...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sa2k6FCWKUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/c3QuKcVbfOE/s72-c/tras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-6062299427066284399</id><published>2009-03-07T16:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:06:06.800Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGbtYMT9_S4/SbKgZEOyMiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/m4KEcVkO2qo/s1600-h/Praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310483263116161570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGbtYMT9_S4/SbKgZEOyMiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/m4KEcVkO2qo/s400/Praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Percorrendo tua areia limpa e macia, me acalma e me agita os pensamentos. Tua imensidão me inebria os sentidos e o teu cheiro deixa em mim o perfume da paz.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa agitada perfeição a tua voz me sussura e me faz sentir o quanto sou pequenina e só. Meus pensamentos navegam nas tuas ondas, e me fazem lembrar que quero o que não tenho e me sinto longe de tudo o que conquistei.&lt;br /&gt;Olho o horizonte, sorrio, e as lágrimas correm pelo meu rosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-6062299427066284399?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6062299427066284399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6062299427066284399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGbtYMT9_S4/SbKgZEOyMiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/m4KEcVkO2qo/s72-c/Praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8702625021234481557</id><published>2009-03-04T21:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:30:23.318Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SamrAaMdmmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZSDCseJnAE4/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307961659352783458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SamrAaMdmmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZSDCseJnAE4/s400/1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no momento em que os teus olhos cruzaram os meus, no instante, naquele breve instante em que os lábios quase se tocaram.&lt;br /&gt;Foi fatal!&lt;br /&gt;Foi inevitável...&lt;br /&gt;O estremecer do corpo, o vibrar da alma, esse sorriso me acalmou, mas o coração explodiu, estilhaçou em mil pedaços que voaram pelo ar.&lt;br /&gt;Estremeci. Fechei os olhos recuperei o fôlego e voltei a colocar o coração no lugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8702625021234481557?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8702625021234481557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8702625021234481557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-no-momento-em-que-os-teus-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SamrAaMdmmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZSDCseJnAE4/s72-c/1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-1478404979692752392</id><published>2009-02-28T20:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:58:27.678Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Amo-te?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SamhjmjXw-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/PZOQuPjnRM8/s1600-h/lzsJjEAWqcm8pwhuCGOl5IsR_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307951268849239010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SamhjmjXw-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/PZOQuPjnRM8/s400/lzsJjEAWqcm8pwhuCGOl5IsR_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amo-te?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei, que adoro a tua loucura. Adoro o quanto doidos conseguimos ser em conjunto, adoro que puxes por mim e me leves ao limite. Teremos limite? Talvez não, afinal tudo em nós é um avanço, um salto para mais um desafio e um novo limite se aproxima. A minha e a tua vontade, juntas entram em tal sintonia que nada as demove, queremos mais e mais, sempre imaginamos novas loucuras, e elas elevam-nos a mais um patamar, a mais um limite e o nosso sangue ferve tal qual a lava que explode de um vulcão em erupção, e o nosso desejo avança a um ritmo alucinante.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te meu. Tão meu... Só meu!&lt;br /&gt;E assim percebo porque os nossos caminhos se cruzaram. Tinhamos que nos encontrar! Eu seria muito mais triste e sem sentido sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;A nossa cumplicidade é única. É total.&lt;br /&gt;Damos-nos um ao outro de tal forma que nos extraímos todo o prazer que nos conseguimos dar.&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei!&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-1478404979692752392?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1478404979692752392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1478404979692752392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/02/amo-te.html' title='Amo-te?'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SamhjmjXw-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/PZOQuPjnRM8/s72-c/lzsJjEAWqcm8pwhuCGOl5IsR_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-6565024947339419374</id><published>2009-02-27T05:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:30:20.174Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Finalmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SamgxCvq1VI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tgZCyP1elrY/s1600-h/7RGgy4cxifxdqxhmR0wdD7nMo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307950400243684690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SamgxCvq1VI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tgZCyP1elrY/s400/7RGgy4cxifxdqxhmR0wdD7nMo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei-te no silencio da minha solidão quando não sabia que existias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inventei um prazer, um encontro, uma sintonia de almas. Uma melodia que apenas eu ouvia, que apenas em mim tocava, um fervilhar de emoções, a busca constante de algo supremo que apenas existe em nosso intimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora Sei-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não preciso mais inventar-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não preciso mais sonhar-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero-te há uma eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finalmente estás aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-6565024947339419374?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6565024947339419374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/6565024947339419374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/02/finalmente.html' title='Finalmente'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SamgxCvq1VI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tgZCyP1elrY/s72-c/7RGgy4cxifxdqxhmR0wdD7nMo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8387435650534127330</id><published>2009-02-21T23:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:25:22.930Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Apetecias-me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SCwvjkjrNzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/D0tlAMdxAB0/s1600-h/casaldeitado2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200583957861316402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SCwvjkjrNzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/D0tlAMdxAB0/s400/casaldeitado2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apetecia-me essa boca a sussurrar-me ao ouvido… Quero-te!&lt;br /&gt;Apetecia-me essa língua a percorrer-me o pescoço, os ombros, as costas.&lt;br /&gt;Apetecia-me as tuas mãos a percorrer-me, a tocar os mamilos.&lt;br /&gt;Apetecia-me os teus lábios a beijar-me o corpo, lambê-lo, mordiscá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Seguidamente essa língua, quente, macia, lambia-me a vagina, chupava-a, sugava-a, lambuzava-a toda para depois dar lugar ao teu falo quente e teso, entrar nela devagarinho e ficar lá dentro a saborear o meu calor, o meu ardor, a minha dormência, o latejar intenso das minhas entranhas...&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente...&lt;br /&gt;Apetecias-me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8387435650534127330?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8387435650534127330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8387435650534127330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2008/12/apetecias-me.html' title='Apetecias-me!'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SCwvjkjrNzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/D0tlAMdxAB0/s72-c/casaldeitado2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-4915052403574178773</id><published>2009-02-20T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:19:19.092Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/R1SMaKsfawI/AAAAAAAAADw/b8mMDKCvZ_o/s1600-R/Hoje....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139887455912028930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/R1SMaKsfawI/AAAAAAAAADw/v6hTH6lZwfg/s400/Hoje....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anoitece! O palácio entra no silêncio e calmaria que a noite traz, lá fora o vento sopra de mansinho por entre as arvores do jardim, fazendo anunciar a chuva que se aproxima. Deitada sobre a cama, nesta letargia doce sinto a alma levitar pelo quarto enquanto o meu corpo descansa nos lençóis macios, sinto-me tão leve… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do quarto dos senhores vem as vibrações e os gemidos a lembrar-me que eles estão de novo na luxúria da alcova, mas não me mexo, deixo-me estar ali deitada sentido o meu corpo a querer eriçar-se pelos gemidos que me despertam os sentidos. Fico ali, apenas sentindo a excitação aumentar. Lá fora o vento forte que soprava acalma, a chuva começa a cair levemente, bate na vidraça e da minha garganta solta-se um soluço, uma melancolia súbita toma conta de mim o meu corpo sucumbe àquela sensação e as lágrimas correm-me pelo rosto, soltas, livres, numa torrente enérgica que me lava a alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando os soluços cedem e as lágrimas se cansam de correr, a melodia da chuva que agora cai intensamente fazendo com que o cheiro do jardim me invada as narinas e vá directo alojar-se no canto da minha mente onde guardo as mais doces recordações, aquele perfume faz soltar a imagem de um dia assim em que no jardim te encontrei, nossos olhares se cruzaram, num ímpeto fugaz nossas bocas não resistiram e se tocaram primeiro a medo, como se o medo de não ser real, provocasse o receio de que de um momento para o outro voasses por entre as arvores e apenas fizesses parte da minha imaginação. Mas não era. E ainda sinto em mim, esse beijo que de doce e calmo passou a fogoso intenso, carregado de desejo, depois que essa tua boca deliciosa saciou a minha, entregou-se ao meu corpo e percorreu-o com mestria. Calma, lentamente murmurando o teu desejo, o teu amor. Mordiscaste todo o meu corpo, lambeste, beijaste, apertaste, até que encontraste o meu jardim e o tornaste teu. Com ímpeto devoraste o meu sexo quente e húmido com a fome que sempre tiveste de mim, essa fome que me faz sentir única e me dá o paraíso. Sussurraste no meu ouvido o teu amor e o meu corpo entrou naquela dimensão em que já não tem consciência, minha alma saiu do corpo sobrevoou o jardim e regressou num espasmo doce de prazer. Uma paz imensa me atingiu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suspiro… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje só queria fazer amor contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-4915052403574178773?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4915052403574178773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4915052403574178773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/R1SMaKsfawI/AAAAAAAAADw/v6hTH6lZwfg/s72-c/Hoje....jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8623645522163044863</id><published>2009-02-14T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:16:49.191Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Intensamente Tua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/R-eRnLaJQmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/o_r-S2LWibM/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181269998576419426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/R-eRnLaJQmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/o_r-S2LWibM/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando assim me abraças, nossos corpos se unem,fundem-se um no outro. E assim sou intensamente tua!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8623645522163044863?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8623645522163044863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8623645522163044863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/02/intensamente-tua.html' title='Intensamente Tua!'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/R-eRnLaJQmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/o_r-S2LWibM/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-3032801632170964019</id><published>2009-02-14T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:20:14.721Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Segredos do Shiuuu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sb7PYyGL_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CVHLpkjTQCw/s1600-h/1030165_20329539_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sb7PYyGL_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CVHLpkjTQCw/s400/1030165_20329539_copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313912635015298418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-3032801632170964019?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3032801632170964019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/3032801632170964019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sb7PYyGL_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CVHLpkjTQCw/s72-c/1030165_20329539_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-7223158279693676085</id><published>2009-01-09T15:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:24:21.429Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Fome de Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SZ3o01VVPzI/AAAAAAAAADk/JbIXgBW24Mg/s1600-h/Qgzu2cCrBb7s3lvoxqechixR_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304651930479705906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SZ3o01VVPzI/AAAAAAAAADk/JbIXgBW24Mg/s320/Qgzu2cCrBb7s3lvoxqechixR_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há uma fome maior&lt;br /&gt;Que é a fome de ti&lt;br /&gt;Uma fome que me torna predador,&lt;br /&gt;A ti presa.&lt;br /&gt;Espero-te nos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Prendo-te nos braços&lt;br /&gt;E no teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Sacio a fome do toque e do corpo&lt;br /&gt;Mato a sede de suor e de prazer.&lt;br /&gt;E saciado&lt;br /&gt;Posso então amar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse anjo&lt;br /&gt;Sem a fome de sexo&lt;br /&gt;Mas com o cheiro a pecado&lt;br /&gt;Que fica no corpo&lt;br /&gt;Pleno de ti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-7223158279693676085?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7223158279693676085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/7223158279693676085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/01/fome-de-ti.html' title='Fome de Ti'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SZ3o01VVPzI/AAAAAAAAADk/JbIXgBW24Mg/s72-c/Qgzu2cCrBb7s3lvoxqechixR_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-102887958161896753</id><published>2009-01-08T14:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:18:00.503Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Segredos do Shiuuu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SbPRlq7_9WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/umcQFk1jbiU/s1600-h/1008602_53288871%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310818830711256418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SbPRlq7_9WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/umcQFk1jbiU/s400/1008602_53288871%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiuuuu.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;shiuuuu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-102887958161896753?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/102887958161896753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/102887958161896753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/03/shiuuuu.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SbPRlq7_9WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/umcQFk1jbiU/s72-c/1008602_53288871%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-4103474038109963233</id><published>2008-12-19T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:55:47.208Z</updated><title type='text'>Senti-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SUPCiZ6UQLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NzPiPryTiBk/s1600-h/99257%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279277084535177394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SUPCiZ6UQLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NzPiPryTiBk/s320/99257%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fechei os olhos e senti o teu perfume, esse odor que me inebria os sentidos, senti cada toque de tal forma que a minha pele se arrepiou e os pelos se eriçaram, senti a tua lingua doce, macia e o teu beijo intenso e quente.&lt;br /&gt;Senti o teu corpo quente, quando em chamas toca o meu.&lt;br /&gt;Senti a tua fome de mim. A tua sede de me tocar.&lt;br /&gt;Senti o ar fresco no rosto, despertei deste transe, mas foi tão bom este sentir, este viver de tudo o que vivi.&lt;br /&gt;Senti-te meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;E a cada, hora, minuto, segundo que passa és mais meu.&lt;/div&gt;Intensamente meu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-4103474038109963233?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4103474038109963233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4103474038109963233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2008/12/senti-te.html' title='Senti-te'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SUPCiZ6UQLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NzPiPryTiBk/s72-c/99257%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-1136207840477052903</id><published>2008-12-02T23:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:12:18.608Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Aninhados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/R-eUwraJQnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YtEXnCVXNJ4/s1600-h/910008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181273460320060018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/R-eUwraJQnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YtEXnCVXNJ4/s400/910008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus braços, em ti, descanso o corpo, relaxo os sentidos!&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez.... Tua!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-1136207840477052903?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1136207840477052903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1136207840477052903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2008/12/aninhados.html' title='Aninhados'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/R-eUwraJQnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YtEXnCVXNJ4/s72-c/910008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8826416793236323037</id><published>2008-12-02T21:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:16:25.057Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Beijo-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SQyBSh3958I/AAAAAAAAARw/5Z55hRSe6y4/s1600-h/VuPDqv281622-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263724219820009410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SQyBSh3958I/AAAAAAAAARw/5Z55hRSe6y4/s320/VuPDqv281622-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijar-te. Tocar-te. Sentir-te.&lt;br /&gt;É entrar numa outra dimensão, é acreditar que tudo é possivel.&lt;br /&gt;Beijar-te é ter as nuvens debaixo dos pés, é receber da tua boca o ar me falta, é sugar a tua vida é ter-te e fazer-te meu em cada toque, em cada respirar.&lt;br /&gt;E podiamos beijar-nos, sem parar, só a saborear, cada pedaço, cada canto das nossas bocas.&lt;br /&gt;Beijar-te é assim mágico.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8826416793236323037?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8826416793236323037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8826416793236323037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2008/10/beijo-te.html' title='Beijo-te'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SQyBSh3958I/AAAAAAAAARw/5Z55hRSe6y4/s72-c/VuPDqv281622-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-1616728644360752484</id><published>2008-12-01T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:10:29.895Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Amar-te!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/R-ege7aJQpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/a2WpJXY55jo/s1600-h/2250230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181286349516915346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/R-ege7aJQpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/a2WpJXY55jo/s400/2250230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No inicio, foi sereno, calmo e timido. O não saber do corpo um do outro o tornou doce e simples, e mesmo assim foi intenso, apaixonado, relaxante.&lt;br /&gt;Agora a cada dia que passa, é um voo resplandecente de cada vez que entras em mim e me fazes tua e quero mais e mais...&lt;br /&gt;Sabes meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te hoje, é magnifico!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-1616728644360752484?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1616728644360752484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1616728644360752484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2008/12/amar-te.html' title='Amar-te!'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/R-ege7aJQpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/a2WpJXY55jo/s72-c/2250230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-1661422644403811500</id><published>2008-11-25T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:57:37.047Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Vamos Dançar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220044676212388354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="219" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SHFS-d1O8gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ubjSj4hLCYg/s320/Vamos+Dan%C3%A7ar.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;Vem...segura na minha mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enlaça-me! Coloca os teus braços em volta de mim, encosta o teu corpo ao meu, quero sentir o teu calor, a força do teu abraço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero sentir-me apertada junto ao teu peito, sentir as batidas compassadas do bater do teu coração, tua mão nas minhas costas, seguram firme e com doçura. Tu&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SHFRAGQhKCI/AAAAAAAAALc/tzR3CrCDeUg/s1600-h/OlhosnosOlhos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220042505220859938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="123" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SHFRAGQhKCI/AAAAAAAAALc/tzR3CrCDeUg/s200/OlhosnosOlhos.bmp" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a mão na minha, acaricia e conduz, com força e ternura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olha-me nos olhos, sorri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vem... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Encosta o teu rosto ao meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Segura-me bem forte. Quero sentir a tua pele macia tocando a minha, teus lábios me beijando o rosto lentamente, a tua respiração, entra pelo meu ouvido.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SHFRrZ0txaI/AAAAAAAAALk/N8Bc0v__rKk/s1600-h/danca7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tremo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rodopiamos os dois, colados como um só corpo. Unidos numa só alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vem...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SHFNNT_gyDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/G6WjTBHVhww/s1600-h/danca7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vamos Dançar!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220044261276321634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SHFSmUExB2I/AAAAAAAAALs/jejVYa1PTEk/s400/danca7.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-1661422644403811500?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1661422644403811500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1661422644403811500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2008/11/vamos-dancar.html' title='Vamos Dançar'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__W1oCSsEiDA/SHFS-d1O8gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ubjSj4hLCYg/s72-c/Vamos+Dan%C3%A7ar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-1367903834530318793</id><published>2008-11-16T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:23:33.392Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Segredos do Shiuuu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sb7OXicxWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DF2KUSuEACs/s1600-h/070209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sb7OXicxWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DF2KUSuEACs/s400/070209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313911514123556930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-1367903834530318793?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1367903834530318793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/1367903834530318793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/Sb7OXicxWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DF2KUSuEACs/s72-c/070209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8927373955310873534</id><published>2008-11-10T23:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:51:16.479Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tentação'/><title type='text'>Tentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SSCxzyyKaFI/AAAAAAAAABk/DL_h6uzarc4/s1600-h/sexyflower%2Bda%2BPapoila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269407067387095122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SSCxzyyKaFI/AAAAAAAAABk/DL_h6uzarc4/s320/sexyflower%2Bda%2BPapoila.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu não resistirei à tentação,&lt;br /&gt;não quero que de mim possas perder-te,&lt;br /&gt;que só na fonte fria da razão&lt;br /&gt;renasça a minha sede de beber-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não resistirei à tentação&lt;br /&gt;de quanto adivinhei nesta amargura:&lt;br /&gt;um sim que só assalta quem diz não,&lt;br /&gt;um corpo que entrevi na selva escura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistirei a te chamar paixão,&lt;br /&gt;a te perder nos versos, nas palavras:&lt;br /&gt;mas não resistirei à tentação&lt;br /&gt;de te dizer que o céu é o que rasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a luz que nos teus olhos eu perdi&lt;br /&gt;e que na terra toda não mais vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luis Filipe Castro Mendes, in "Os Amantes Obscuros"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8927373955310873534?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8927373955310873534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8927373955310873534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2008/11/tentao.html' title='Tentação'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SSCxzyyKaFI/AAAAAAAAABk/DL_h6uzarc4/s72-c/sexyflower%2Bda%2BPapoila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-4078609877820443360</id><published>2008-11-03T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:56:35.225Z</updated><title type='text'>Gula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SSiN4JcSPtI/AAAAAAAAADE/XrZvbW84TvA/s1600-h/doce%2Bchocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271619359583911634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SSiN4JcSPtI/AAAAAAAAADE/XrZvbW84TvA/s320/doce%2Bchocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este meu voraz apetite de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Esta fome louca de sempre te querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-4078609877820443360?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4078609877820443360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/4078609877820443360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2008/11/gula.html' title='Gula'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SSiN4JcSPtI/AAAAAAAAADE/XrZvbW84TvA/s72-c/doce%2Bchocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8401575287259302795</id><published>2008-11-02T22:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:55:06.916Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pascal'/><title type='text'>Vaidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SSiJf9eTzYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CuSZNgB_Gr0/s1600-h/tecido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271614546007805314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SSiJf9eTzYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CuSZNgB_Gr0/s320/tecido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somos tão presunçosos que desejaríamos ser conhecidos em todo o mundo... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tão vaidosos que a estima de cinco ou seis pessoas que nos rodeiam, nos alegra e nos satisfaz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pascal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8401575287259302795?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8401575287259302795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8401575287259302795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2008/11/vaidade.html' title='Vaidade'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SSiJf9eTzYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CuSZNgB_Gr0/s72-c/tecido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937745146076361508.post-8278520789604560034</id><published>2008-11-02T03:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:38:59.275Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós2'/><title type='text'>Vem...</title><content type='html'>Pouco?&lt;br /&gt;Foi apenas o começo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero..&lt;br /&gt;Anda...&lt;br /&gt;Continua, não pares. Vem saciar este ardor que ainda me queima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o48o2GrJ-7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o48o2GrJ-7o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937745146076361508-8278520789604560034?l=odocepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8278520789604560034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937745146076361508/posts/default/8278520789604560034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odocepecado.blogspot.com/2009/02/pouco-foi-apenas-o-comeco.html' title='Vem...'/><author><name>Doce Pecado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02822008407049614636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ0qJ9i2Uho/SjqrMFO45iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I6-TNU1j9-4/S220/44be9e459be6c4d0799c45780ba0589d_web.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
