tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42454974189304598122012-03-08T09:56:01.546-08:00Ondas calmas e rebeldesPoesia da fantasia e dos sentidosPaula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.comBlogger2191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-6328825659897754042012-03-08T09:56:00.000-08:002012-03-08T09:56:01.551-08:00Primavera florida<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: magenta; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1A2Eo5dKd6I/TqmoiXjWfTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ByRryuUoAYk/s1600/beijo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1A2Eo5dKd6I/TqmoiXjWfTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ByRryuUoAYk/s320/beijo.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Quente vem a noite<br /><br />Sozinha...no sorriso do luar<br />Tão bela,delicada<br />Uma estrela brilhante<br />Primavera florida<br />Fico apaixonada</b></span></div></div><div align="center" style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>No azul divino direi ainda : És linda...</b></span></div><div align="center" style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />Pele de seda ,perfume de rosas<br />Cabelos em ondas dourado</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Coxas delineadas</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Nuances perfeitas de latina</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Olhos verdes de pecado</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Pintura divina</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Porque na magia da noite...és só feita para mim<br /><br />Os seios fruta,lábios mel</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Minha boca procura a do</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>c</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>ura da tua pele<br />Na gruta húmida...num sopro de desejo</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Estremeces possuída,saboreando o doce<br />Da tua essência mais sentida</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b> <br />Em rios de prazer...corpos entrelaçados<br />No infinito endoidecer...envolvidas na fantasia</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Gemidos cantar em Júpiter!<br />Loucura e ousadias em peles florescer</b></span><br /><br /><span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>Lava ardente...</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>estou em ti...estamos...<br />Sentimos...proibido?<br />Não!<br /><br />Porque não?<br />Todas as flores sabem o que são... </b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-632882565989775404?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-23936809458353163112012-03-08T07:58:00.002-08:002012-03-08T08:33:26.572-08:00Loucura!<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfS3nfsp6KA/T1jWsUuwCaI/AAAAAAAACNU/2-A8ZD6VFSM/s1600/vinho-mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfS3nfsp6KA/T1jWsUuwCaI/AAAAAAAACNU/2-A8ZD6VFSM/s320/vinho-mulher.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />Grita!<br />No escuro<br />No prazer da eternidade<br />Obscuro!<br /><br />Olhos felinos<br />Envolto no meu feitiço<br />Fonte de silêncio<br />Assanhadiço<br /><br />Extasiante o vinho...bebe-me....delirante<br /><br />Os teus lábios<br />São vício na pele<br />A carne alcatraz<br />Escravos!<br />Apetite voraz<br />Suados...<br />Na loucura<br />Do prazer <br />Acorrentados<br /><br />Corpo, mente e coração...alquimia do calor, és a minha perdição!<br /><br />Bebe...o nosso respirar em cálice de fogo<br /></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-2393680945835316311?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-59327076241130719302012-03-07T10:39:00.001-08:002012-03-07T10:59:29.000-08:00Som do corpo<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1Cg8MvTFQw/T1eqiIzQNXI/AAAAAAAACNI/Qgue14nFkTc/s1600/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1Cg8MvTFQw/T1eqiIzQNXI/AAAAAAAACNI/Qgue14nFkTc/s400/untitled.jpg" width="268" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Danço-me...</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>És corpo que oiço</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>...quando me toco</b></span><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">És o som do amor </span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5932707624113071930?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-16218018395564779362012-03-07T07:10:00.008-08:002012-03-07T12:30:05.943-08:00Eva sonhadora<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xot4wXb47e0/T1dmMK1vozI/AAAAAAAACNA/BHSe5wO6HnU/s1600/untitled7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xot4wXb47e0/T1dmMK1vozI/AAAAAAAACNA/BHSe5wO6HnU/s320/untitled7.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">Longe de ti</span><br style="color: #b45f06;" /><span style="color: #b45f06;">E no pensamento</span><span style="color: #b45f06;"> </span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">Sei-te na pele que despi</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">A alma suspira com asas no tempo</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">E por ti renasci</span><br style="color: #b45f06;" /><br style="color: #b45f06;" /><span style="color: #b45f06;">Adormecem os dias...ac</span><span style="color: #b45f06;">ordam as noites</span><span style="color: #b45f06;"></span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: small;"><b>Respiro-me para não te perder…<br />No silêncio onde te abraço</b></span></b></span><br /><div style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Toco-te (me) o desejo por mãos nuas... insanas<br />Guardo-te na nudez para não te esquecer<br />Sentidos apurados despem-se no espaço <br /></b></span></div><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: #b45f06;">Embebida no licor da tua boca...</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: #b45f06;">Eva pecadora</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: #b45f06;">Nua e carinhosa,docemente maldosa...delicada</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: #b45f06;">Amo-te...sonhadora</b></span><br /><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #b45f06;"> </span><span style="color: #b45f06;">Na memória do corpo o tempo é frenesim</span><br style="color: #b45f06;" /><span style="color: #b45f06;">E tu...</span><br style="color: #b45f06;" /><span style="color: #b45f06;">O infinito</span><br style="color: #b45f06;" /><span style="color: #b45f06;">Num voo...dentro de mim</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #b45f06;"> </span><span style="color: #b45f06;">É no desejo da minha solidão, que oiço a saudade que grita por ti …</span></b></span></b></span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-1621801839556477936?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-62496813598884378242012-03-06T10:15:00.001-08:002012-03-06T10:27:58.573-08:00Desejos de lua<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-By7CDLGjoC8/T1ZTwxbhFtI/AAAAAAAACM0/cYUMf4_6X6o/s1600/hkkkl.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-By7CDLGjoC8/T1ZTwxbhFtI/AAAAAAAACM0/cYUMf4_6X6o/s320/hkkkl.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b>No cosmos sou tua</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b>Promessas de amor na luz</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b>Nos segredos da lua</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b>És delírio atrevido que me seduz</b><br /><br /><b>Dispo-me dos segredos que guardei </b><br /><b>A rosa desperta e nua</b><br /><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b>Entrego-me no azul penetrante</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b> Asas de lábios...aromas delicados</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b>Respiração delirante e ofegante </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b>No teu corpo de céu adocicado</b><br /><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b>Chovem pétalas de desejo na pele</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b>Que transpiram o pecado</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b>Suadas...no corpo em mel apaixonado... </b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-6249681359888437824?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-54658968251981064962012-03-05T06:10:00.003-08:002012-03-05T06:26:56.873-08:00Mar<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JujLMpQikOI/T1TJD5z6t5I/AAAAAAAACMg/TK3Gd-e7QGw/s1600/294042_212268998842937_195024383900732_506422_96883911_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JujLMpQikOI/T1TJD5z6t5I/AAAAAAAACMg/TK3Gd-e7QGw/s320/294042_212268998842937_195024383900732_506422_96883911_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138;"><b><br /></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Mar</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>As ondas </b></span> </div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Dançam</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Saudade</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Lágrimas</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Salgadas </b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Do meu olhar</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Distante </b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>No vazio</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sem palavras</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Abandono</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Silêncio</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Na brisa </b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Do Outono</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Lembranças</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sentidas </b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sem sono</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Porto sem cais</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alma esquecida</b></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Solitária no arco-íris</b></span> </div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Um adeus sem despedida</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5465896825198106496?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-58794065992920852512012-03-04T17:13:00.000-08:002012-03-04T08:15:10.252-08:00Sinto-te meu<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXG2eigi1Zk/T1OUlod4TtI/AAAAAAAACLg/TwMbY0PjTFA/s1600/Carsten_Witte_Square_24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXG2eigi1Zk/T1OUlod4TtI/AAAAAAAACLg/TwMbY0PjTFA/s320/Carsten_Witte_Square_24.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;">No delírio do teu olhar...sinto-me tua,ao som do teu respirar...sinto-te meu... </span><br style="color: #cccccc;" /><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"> Oiço-te...danço no perfume da sedução...procuro-te num tango faceiro...a pele que exala paixão</span><br style="color: #cccccc;" /><br style="color: #cccccc;" /><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"> Provoca-me com os teus gemidos...frenesim ofegante nos meus lábios floridos...preso na minha boca silenciosa...sacio-te</span></span></b></span></div><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><b style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"> </span></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br style="color: #cccccc;" /></span></b> <span class="text_exposed_show"><b style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"> ...mato a minha sede....e em mim mergulhas</span><br style="color: #cccccc;" /><br style="color: #cccccc;" /><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"> O corpo em arco e nua</span></span></b> <br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5879406599292085251?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-29075284322374111902012-03-04T09:51:00.003-08:002012-03-04T10:10:32.510-08:00Delirante<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaDSF1xr5pI/T1OYgTbQOOI/AAAAAAAACL4/z3CVtsrhFnM/s1600/9f5e986e9b4982daff86913493ce268c_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaDSF1xr5pI/T1OYgTbQOOI/AAAAAAAACL4/z3CVtsrhFnM/s320/9f5e986e9b4982daff86913493ce268c_web.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Doces desejos, que escorrem da minha boca...quente </b></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Embriagante...o sabor do teu beijo</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Línguas numa dança envolvente </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Extasiante o vinho</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Pele paixão</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Calor divino</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Lábios suaves</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>....no ventre ansiado</b></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Louca…pela tua boca </span></b></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background-color: black;"> </span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-2907528432237411190?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-83600206419837502492012-03-04T03:31:00.004-08:002012-03-04T04:07:34.937-08:00Prazer dos sentidos<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h24W0mCZCmY/T1NT8gI1KwI/AAAAAAAACKc/2BVuYATFh7k/s1600/vampira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h24W0mCZCmY/T1NT8gI1KwI/AAAAAAAACKc/2BVuYATFh7k/s320/vampira.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Olhos vendados...sente o toque dos meus lábios...selvagem e indomável...inocentes e sem pecados(?)</b><br /><br /><b>Ouve...</b><br /><b>A minha voz embargada e ofegante</b><br /><b>A minha respiração inconsciente</b><br /><b>Profunda...gemida,delirante</b><br /><b>O êxtase de um tocar que te leva a voar</b><br /><b>Descontraída e exuberante,sou vampira que sabe apreciar</b><br /><b>Devorar o teu corpo tão galante,não poder parar!</b><br /><br /><b>Sente...</b><br /><b>O tocar arrepiante,estonteante</b><br /><b>Avidamente sugo o teu ventre</b><br /><b>Flamante!</b><br /><b>Num crepitar de fogo eterno...</b><br /><b>Viajo no teu corpo</b><br /><b>Provoco-te o delírio, céu inferno</b><br /><b>Cantas sedento na sofreguidão</b><br /><b>Abraço feroz,terno</b><br /><b>És a minha perdição!</b><br /><br /><b>Escravo sim!</b><br /><b>Dos meus lábios vermelhos</b><br /><b>Molhados,ávidos do teu mel</b><br /><b>Sussurrar-te nos meus beijos</b><br /><b>Sem limites nem tabus</b><br /><b>Corromper os teus sentidos</b><br /><b>Unidos,asas em Vénus</b><br /><br /><b>Deslizas com a língua ardente</b><br /><b>Nos meus vales endurecidos</b><br /><b>Fico louca da terra ausente</b><br /><b>Dois corpos gritam, ebulição</b><br /><b>Alternadamente em carne ardente...</b><br /><b>Loucura,fúria de um tornado...excitação</b><br /><b>Salpica-me o ventre!</b><br /><br /><b>Sim! Não tem retorno</b><br /><br /><b>Em rios de prazer, almas entrelaçadas</b><br /><b>Quando dois corações...</b><br /><b>Renascem para a felicidade!</b></div><b><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-8360020641983750249?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-59486641158143051212012-03-04T01:36:00.008-08:002012-03-07T03:05:30.924-08:00Delirios III<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FkiYakksNU/T1ORA-lr3HI/AAAAAAAACLM/7FvZClQf3ho/s1600/nua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FkiYakksNU/T1ORA-lr3HI/AAAAAAAACLM/7FvZClQf3ho/s400/nua.jpg" width="302" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Nas ondas da loucura calmas e selvagens<br />Quero sentir-te sedento como a sede no deserto<br />Escuta-me...ouve o silêncio...entrega-te...corpo nas nuvens<br />Vulcão que queima por perto<br /><br />Profundamente...mentalmente...fisicamente<br /><br />Geme com os sons excitantes,que te ardem na pele rosada<br />Viajo nos lugares mais íntimos,</b><b>na força de um sopro</b><b> desafio-te<br />Na escuridão do infinito domino-te...para ser cobiçada...dominada</b><br /><b><br />Choras o prazer sem calma<br />Delicias o sal do meu suor<br />Vem! quero que me sintas extasiada<br />E respires todo o meu odor<br />Beija-me na alma <br />Do concávo ao convexo<br />Sussurros e murmúrios quentes<br />Intenso perfume de sexo<br />Ventre oscilante,artérias pulsantes<br /><br />Paixão perdida por amor<br />Na devoção de espírito<br />Corpos esquentam, alucinam, com ardor<br />O abismo entre o desejo e o infinito<br />A nossa...perdição nas estrelas escrito</b><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5948664115814305121?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-89770340802122545202012-03-02T14:27:00.004-08:002012-03-02T14:50:20.883-08:00Dentro de mim...estou em ti<div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2EVPBKMTC4/T1E8x5Qh5KI/AAAAAAAACJY/HPip_lOB5aA/s1600/tumblrlhwnw4jxvt1qa3wjt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2EVPBKMTC4/T1E8x5Qh5KI/AAAAAAAACJY/HPip_lOB5aA/s320/tumblrlhwnw4jxvt1qa3wjt.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>No silêncio do teu olhar,a minha boca calou-se </b></span></div></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Para te beijar</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Fui brisa...abraço no teu corpo</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Bebi dos teus lábios, ouvi-te respirar</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Perdi a razão, fui borboleta delicada e aventura</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>s asas voaram de emoção</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Num sopro de vida em poemas de ternura</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Entrei pela porta do teu coração</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Senti-me dentro de ti....para te amar</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Lembra-me...estou em ti, estás em mim, a eterna união...</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-8977034080212254520?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-76744873918223210812012-02-28T02:38:00.115-08:002012-02-29T12:39:47.035-08:00Liberto-me<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwiPgjWlVgM/T0vu1EleEdI/AAAAAAAACJM/vSQT2ReiKLo/s1600/lua%2Bnua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwiPgjWlVgM/T0vu1EleEdI/AAAAAAAACJM/vSQT2ReiKLo/s320/lua%2Bnua.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Liberto-me...o sol veste-se de luar</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Com asas nas doces fantasias</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Mergulho na magia do silêncio</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Desnudo-me...puro azul em harmonia</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Entrego-me...na pele o calafrio</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Tua e nua para te amar </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Na alma despida pelo som da solidão</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Chamo-te...lembro-te...esquecendo-me</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Abandono-me...no corpo de paixão</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Num céu perfumado da tua essência</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Danço ao som cristalino da tua voz envolvente</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Despeço-me...da tua aus</b><b>ência</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Nos lábios o sabor do teu beijo ardente</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A brisa sussurra-me as tuas palavras...as ondas cantam adeus </b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ás lágrimas caídas</b></span><br /><br /><div style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Oiço-te no coração como carícias…</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Sinto as tuas mãos...passeiam-me com emoção</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Respiro-te na minha pele, é...o perfume da maresia recordando o aroma do teu corpo no meu com ousadia,arrepio-me...salpica-me o sorriso da brisa,encontro-me...no meu rio que desagua com do</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>ç</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>ura no teu mar salgado nu</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>m </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>ê</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>xtase correntio</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Abraço-te</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b> no infinito do meu sentir</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Dou um beijo em cada estrela para que te sorriam todo o meu amor</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sou lua...profundamente tua e nada mais que lua </span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-7674487391822321081?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-85770423605837324492012-02-26T16:04:00.005-08:002012-02-26T16:49:51.266-08:00Tatuada<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3_WmikUYLY/T0rFObdfOvI/AAAAAAAACIo/QiqveqGmkQk/s1600/thumbs_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3_WmikUYLY/T0rFObdfOvI/AAAAAAAACIo/QiqveqGmkQk/s400/thumbs_2.jpg" width="355" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>Do poema soltaram-se as palavras...sem rimas...desenhadas no meu corpo por inteiro e floridas...</b><br /><b>Poesia de </b><b>corpo com asas no teu corpo em mim...tatuadas</b><br /><b> Amo-te em cada pétala que te escrevo meu amor<br />Beijo-te em cada sílaba que me fala o prazer</b><br /><b> Danço-te em cada letra que floresce na pele em flor</b><br /><br /><b> </b><b>Fiz um poema ao som da tua voz, para te lembrar que nunca estamos sós</b><br /><b>Somos nós... </b><br /><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-8577042360583732449?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-74577678635993328882012-02-24T14:01:00.006-08:002012-02-26T06:58:15.413-08:00Eternamente tua<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UESod-1w36E/T0gHkd6FnMI/AAAAAAAACIc/ciTTqXUKOAk/s1600/396860_306391899406206_100001061952211_970165_1035070600_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UESod-1w36E/T0gHkd6FnMI/AAAAAAAACIc/ciTTqXUKOAk/s320/396860_306391899406206_100001061952211_970165_1035070600_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Penso-te no meu silêncio<br />Procuro os teus lábios...para beijar (te) os gemidos <br />A saudade que grita na minha memória ...<br />Quando toco os teus sentidos<br />É...lembrar-te,ouvir-te e assim sorrio(te)<br />Não...hoje quero perder-me na nossa história<br /><br />Os sons dos nossos <span style="color: #cccccc;">corpos</span> em diálogo<br />Na brisa da madrugada<br />Suspiros, sussurros e cosmos<br />Desnudo-me...sou tua...<span style="background-color: black;"></span><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;">por ti desfolhada</span><br />Soletrar (te) com os dedos em flor<br />Escrever o teu nome na <span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">pele</span> <span style="color: #cccccc;">desejada</span></span><br />Na boca do meu <span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">corpo</span> </span>sussurras-me com ardor<br />Frenesim do desejo que arde com loucura<br />O suor que transpira nos meus poros a paixão<br />A carícia da tua boca que na pele perdura</b><br /><b>Nus,quentes,ardentes e que sente<br />Ansiedades no coração...</b><br /><b>O desejo de possuir e sem fôlego na mente</b><br /><b>O êxtase suspira no chão</b><br /><b><br />Serei eternamente tua...na minha memória és tu que me acordas<br />Saudade e ternura que sobrevive na poesia dos dias<br />Almas adormecidas no tempo que despertam...</b><b>com emoção e </b><b>sem palavras</b><b> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div align="center"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="st"><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-7457767863599332888?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-14606562168051252372012-02-22T11:09:00.001-08:002012-02-22T23:44:38.827-08:00Magia solar<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3P6tTGMKj5A/T0U9B-pkoxI/AAAAAAAACIQ/M1-fcNwPe9g/s1600/nudPB1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3P6tTGMKj5A/T0U9B-pkoxI/AAAAAAAACIQ/M1-fcNwPe9g/s320/nudPB1.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Procuro no espaço-tempo a magia solar<br />Viajo para além de mim</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Sou lua cigana e mar</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Horizonte de estrelas que procuro alcançar </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Visito-te no oásis de amor com magia</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Palavras em carmim que me fazem sonhar </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Lua...no teu corpo sol...pinto a poesia...</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Asas no pensamento...liberta no coração... alma no vento...</span></b> </div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-1460656216805125237?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-18719074807465436852012-02-22T09:47:00.003-08:002012-02-22T10:03:30.918-08:00Sol e estrela ardentes<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbEKEILkoqo/T0Upw7ZKTmI/AAAAAAAACIE/jlFDzfj4e4s/s1600/thyhy.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: black;"></span><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbEKEILkoqo/T0Upw7ZKTmI/AAAAAAAACIE/jlFDzfj4e4s/s400/thyhy.bmp" style="background-color: black;" width="313" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Guardo na memória do desejo </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A fome desenfreada,ansiada</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Quero saciar-me na tua boca delicada</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sem tréguas...ser selvagem,atrevida </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Transpirar com o teu odor</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Quente, sensual...sem medida</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Balançar-te com ardor</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Queima,morre e ressuscita<br />No perfume pele que exala o prazer suado</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>De amor </b> </span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A tua língua dança... ardentemente</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Nos meus seios endurecidos </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Fico louca de repente</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Lábios de mel sorrindo</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Veludo,doces,gemidos</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Êxtase puro infindo</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Fogo e gelo no ventre </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Chama, fornalha,</b><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">inferno</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Delírios ,paixão aguardente</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>Gemidos embriagados na garganta</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A loucura pura e crua ,eterno</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alma </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>que arde e o corpo canta</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ferozmente</b><b><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;">.<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">.. num sopro docemente</span></span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Entrela</span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>ç</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">ados... </span></span></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sol e estrela cadente</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Abraça-me nas tuas asas num balanço ternurento sem palavras pelo meu sono vento...<span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;">para despertar com o teu cheiro no pensamento</span><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-1871907480746543685?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-489452086240115022012-02-22T06:51:00.001-08:002012-02-22T06:56:38.440-08:00Danças comigo?<div class="separator" style="background-color: #b45f06; clear: both; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2MAMbqqOec/T0UAae9b0dI/AAAAAAAACHs/CYGNtQ2tyus/s1600/CidaTagSoftfreeZilne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2MAMbqqOec/T0UAae9b0dI/AAAAAAAACHs/CYGNtQ2tyus/s320/CidaTagSoftfreeZilne.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Movimentos graciosos,asas nos pés</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>O corpo gracioso bailarina</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Num palco de chão em flores</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>As curvas de seda fina</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Dança divina!</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Ao som das emoções</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Passeias-me com os teus dedos</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>O violino é corpo nas tuas mãos...</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Toca-me...despe-me todos os segredos</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Provoca-me a tua sedução...</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Faz-me tua...dança-me...sou tua</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Odor inebriante...</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Visto-me harpa elegante e no azul nua</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Sorriem os cora</b><b>ções</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>A pele com pele</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Olhos amantes</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Respirações ofegantes</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Lábios...que sentem</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Se beijam ao luar</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Seduzes-me na mente</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Mágica sinfonia que voa no ar</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Abraços profundos de paixão</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Valsa de sonhos e orquestra de luzes com emoção</b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Danças comigo?</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-48945208624011502?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-68061755108719773712012-02-20T22:12:00.000-08:002012-02-20T22:12:50.435-08:00És poema<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VYQ6oGzONY/T0M1XxzGDDI/AAAAAAAACHA/TcC8-aREiTQ/s1600/428322_349681961731542_100000692234011_1087497_628864208_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VYQ6oGzONY/T0M1XxzGDDI/AAAAAAAACHA/TcC8-aREiTQ/s320/428322_349681961731542_100000692234011_1087497_628864208_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Falas-me de longe com o olhar e todo o meu corpo é poema para te amar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><br /><b>És poesia com lábios que mora no silêncio do meu desejo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><br /><b>Ardes-me num beijo...sem me tocar </b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-6806175510871977371?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-102667224705158492012-02-19T08:22:00.000-08:002012-02-19T08:22:01.581-08:00Sinfonia do coração<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: blue; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4qRahS4xo4/T0EhcAdz10I/AAAAAAAACGo/6PPnU-XrrOE/s1600/casal_e_rosa_azul1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4qRahS4xo4/T0EhcAdz10I/AAAAAAAACGo/6PPnU-XrrOE/s400/casal_e_rosa_azul1.gif" width="400" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: blue;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: blue; text-align: center;"><b>Desejo...em asas de prata contigo voar...num céu de rosas pousar...tocar as estrelas douradas, o brilho no teu olhar,em Vénus contigo adormecer...ser lua para te amar...o divinal anoitecer<br /><br />No mistério do silêncio<br />Oiço a sinfonia do coração que ama</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-10266722470515849?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-21270772256360042752012-02-19T03:34:00.002-08:002012-02-20T18:01:31.844-08:00Domino...possuo-te<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udsvFIBMUaY/T0DdVWVc6TI/AAAAAAAACGY/42KG-QXJ3dI/s1600/mon_plaisir_femme_fatale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udsvFIBMUaY/T0DdVWVc6TI/AAAAAAAACGY/42KG-QXJ3dI/s320/mon_plaisir_femme_fatale.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Eras tu...só tu</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Tatuado nos meus sentidos</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Fala-me o corpo</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Nu </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Odor que respiro na pele por inteiro</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"><div></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Penso-te </b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Provo o teu cheiro</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Beijo-te...faminta de língua</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b> S</b></span><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>edução devassa<br />Que sinto</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>Arde e não passa </b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Domino-te...possuo-te...</b><b>és o meu fruto</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Visito-te </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b> No espaço sideral</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Da tua ilusão</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>E felina abismal</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ao êxtase absoluto</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Provoco-te</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O delírio da paixão...</b></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O princípio de tudo...</b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-2127077225636004275?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-5740010775927714882012-02-16T07:11:00.000-08:002012-02-16T07:11:42.685-08:00Alma<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N5YOTMQk8VI/Tz0cTLNgIZI/AAAAAAAACFc/_LtKIo2zeXc/s1600/zhang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N5YOTMQk8VI/Tz0cTLNgIZI/AAAAAAAACFc/_LtKIo2zeXc/s400/zhang.jpg" width="400" /></a></b></span></td></tr><tr style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Voa...alma com asas brancas<br />Como passarinho no azul sem tempo<br />Nas estrelas um violino de prata<br />Sussurra a sinfonia na dança do vento<br /><br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> Desperta no calor da tua voz<br />O céu embriagado e com timidez<br />Toca serenatas sem noção p´la brisa veloz<br /><br />Então, meu amor<br />Viajo pelo mundo com esperança<br />De um dia te encontrar<br />Na memória da lembrança<br /><br />As gaivotas batem no meu peito ....<br />Com saudades e nuas<br />Livres e sem algemas no meu sonho perfeito<br /><br />Visto-me no silêncio com versos da tua essência<br />Dispo-me da chuva solidão<br />A poesia toca as estrelas na tua ausência<br />Palavras pintadas em nuvens de algodão<br /><br />Onde tu e eu, somos um só<br />Procuro por ti em mim…<br />Onde tu estás, somos um sempre<br /><br />Sou alma que viaja no espaço<br />Perfumada de paixão…<br />Beijo com as minhas penas o teu abraço<br />Toco-te a emoção<br /><br /><br />Só a alma sente o que o coração guarda<br /></span></span></b></span></h6></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-574001077592771488?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-50425552304003212582012-02-15T20:39:00.000-08:002012-02-18T12:12:12.564-08:00Chama e neve<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aF7QpIjb7dw/Tz_31T50mMI/AAAAAAAACGA/KnOcaReYavg/s1600/426634_349959781703016_100000669927442_1112804_1718583669_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aF7QpIjb7dw/Tz_31T50mMI/AAAAAAAACGA/KnOcaReYavg/s400/426634_349959781703016_100000669927442_1112804_1718583669_n.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Desnuda-me...no silêncio do corpo...a mulher</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Passeia-me...com pétalas, delicadas...por ti sopradas</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O desejo é....um beijo em lábios flor </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> És o sabor...que desperta a minha sede de prazer </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Bebo-te...a do</b><b>ç</b><b>ura do teu mel...meu amor<br />Sacio-me...na </b><b>volúpia do teu ser</b>,</span><span style="font-size: small;"><b> adocicado de emo</b><b>ção</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Sinto-te nos poros da minha pele os teus suados</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Num versejar de corpos intensos </b><b>de te ter...</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Suspiros ardentes...molhados, de aromas camuflados </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>S</b><b>ã</b><b>o...gotas orvalhadas de</b><b> paixão</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Sim...</b><b>do nosso querer </b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Inebriados... </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Danço-te para te enlouquecer</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sou chama...chuva...</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>neve </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Arrepia-te... </b></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fotografia: Antonio Carlos Carvalho <b><br /></b></span></div></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5042555230400321258?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-65054755500983080452012-02-14T17:44:00.000-08:002012-02-14T17:44:12.377-08:00O beijo fala<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7gmtfnEBaI/TzsMKk17l7I/AAAAAAAACEU/mzV_0Vce-Os/s1600/6b473b749f600a42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="310" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7gmtfnEBaI/TzsMKk17l7I/AAAAAAAACEU/mzV_0Vce-Os/s320/6b473b749f600a42.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><span class="hasCaption">Ouve-me nos beijos que te dou quando sopro a tua pele,são...lábios de mel...boca doce...sedenta...lábios moscatel...embriagante...<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>amando...delirante, febril, agridoce, gentil...beijo que fala...Amo-te</span></b></div><span class="hasCaption"></span></div><span class="hasCaption"> <br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-6505475550098308045?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-41688534945344143842012-02-13T18:21:00.000-08:002012-02-13T18:29:43.427-08:00Procuro-te no silêncio<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jg-DFAGoLRw/TznDZPzFpsI/AAAAAAAACEI/gi2uX-PKPnc/s1600/281382_235496179823823_134457099927732_688695_2617026_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jg-DFAGoLRw/TznDZPzFpsI/AAAAAAAACEI/gi2uX-PKPnc/s400/281382_235496179823823_134457099927732_688695_2617026_n.jpg" width="297" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>Procuro-te na escuridão...oiço o toque das tuas mãos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>Com emoção esqueço-me no teu abraço</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>Somos o universo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>Com asas no espaço</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>És-me no meu verso</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>Desejo...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>Noites de paixão,momentos imortalizados</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>Tatuadas no meu templo em luares sem fim</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>Nossos corpos entrelaçados,trevas de pecados</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>Unimos num único corpo em mistérios frenesim</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4168853494534414384?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-82243065168130052992012-02-13T08:16:00.000-08:002012-02-13T08:16:19.655-08:00Boca perfumada<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #9fc5e8; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKPXYY1Lfgg/Tzk2x25WQsI/AAAAAAAACDw/MhWYdIIa4gE/s1600/128_R%25C3%25BCcken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKPXYY1Lfgg/Tzk2x25WQsI/AAAAAAAACDw/MhWYdIIa4gE/s400/128_R%25C3%25BCcken.jpg" width="345" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Perfumado é...o toque<br /></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Respira-me...</span></b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Em juras de amor</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Profunda sensação</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Desejo imenso<br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8; text-align: center;"><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A pele em flor</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Despe-me com a tua boca </span></b></div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Beijos sem fôlego...intensos</span></b></div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Veste-me a pele louca </span></b></div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">De paixão...</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">A pele ama no <b>silêncio dos teus lábios</b></span></b></div><b><br /></b></div><br style="background-color: #990000; color: black;" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-8224306516813005299?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-27238637310784746442012-02-12T16:33:00.000-08:002012-02-13T13:47:45.643-08:00A memória das palavras<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI10-PrihA4/TzhZPWwnkiI/AAAAAAAACDQ/UJPAmO4o9ag/s1600/Shades%2Bof%2Blight%2Bby%2BLuneBleu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI10-PrihA4/TzhZPWwnkiI/AAAAAAAACDQ/UJPAmO4o9ag/s400/Shades%2Bof%2Blight%2Bby%2BLuneBleu.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="305" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><b>Tenho cartas com asas...de lugares onde vivi...tenho na memória </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><b>dos meus olhos fotografias...momentos que só eu sei plenos de luar...aquela luz onde os poemas que pensei e não disse mas escrevi ao som do mar...tenho guardado na alma o teu olhar.</b><br /><br /><b> Tenho na pele tatuada aquela </b><b>felicidade percorrendo o meu corpo num grito de amor...</b><b>como uma melodia,violino que me toca sem saber porque chora...tenho as minhas lágrimas escondidas nas ondas da saudade </b><br /><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><b>C</b><b>hove lá fora...mas na poesia em que te sonho, o sol sorri a toda a hora...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"> </b><b><br /></b></div><b> </b><b><br /></b><br /><b> </b><b><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-2723863731078474644?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-1425449663469736502012-02-12T07:19:00.000-08:002012-02-12T07:19:43.633-08:00Solidão no tempo<div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5LQaGqH_Lv8/TzfYJne5K9I/AAAAAAAACC4/pj_ce9iq-A4/s1600/128699091061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5LQaGqH_Lv8/TzfYJne5K9I/AAAAAAAACC4/pj_ce9iq-A4/s400/128699091061.jpg" width="372" /></a></div><b>Uma canção ecoa na minha mente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>De um violino em lágrimas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Não é a solidão mas sim melancolia</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Chuva de pétalas do céu caídas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>De um passado ainda presente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>O medo que por vezes sinto são memórias</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Humor depressivo de um sonho por abraçar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>De uma história de vida sem asas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Fome...de ti e vontade de chorar </b></div><div separator"="" style="background-color: black; color: #e69138;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentos escondidos na pele gravadas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Quando eu não sabia onde queria estar </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Pedaços de mim em ilusões</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Uma ideia do ainda paira nas cordas...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>A alma que chora as emoções</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Só assim derivo em outro mundo...com a caneta</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Na verdade, eu não sei exactamente por que eu escrevo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Não tenho expectativas, palavras estão guardadas na gaveta</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Sou apenas uma pequena luz que ilumina a noite</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Por vezes...na sala</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Escuridão sem dia,poemas como companhia</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Sou um livro guardado na prateleira sem fala</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Por ti esquecida ...por ti poesia</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Sou apenas uma personagem de um livro que nunca desfolhaste</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-142544966346973650?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-32812774775105409292012-02-11T13:41:00.000-08:002012-02-11T13:41:07.343-08:00Prazer!<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BcrsZ62BTE/TzbgBGqiGVI/AAAAAAAACCs/gVGKqdkjhtE/s1600/Reminisc%25C3%25AAncia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BcrsZ62BTE/TzbgBGqiGVI/AAAAAAAACCs/gVGKqdkjhtE/s400/Reminisc%25C3%25AAncia.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Desfruto do prazer do sol, que me sorri na pele,o som do vento feroz,sussurra-me a tua voz...sonho-te...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Dedos em garras</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>As tuas mãos comandos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Na minha pele derramas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Húmida na boca</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Fiquei sem fôlego</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Um beijo em troca</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>E as ondas...no vale quente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Rasgam-se...num turbilhão</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Hora após hora alegramos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Nossos sentidos com paixão</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>No cosmos em desafio</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Aplaudente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Numa trilha molhada</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Docemente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>A água fria correndo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Ao longo dos seios</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Suada,pingada</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Até o umbigo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Na pele delicada</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Num suave gemido</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Teu corpo ardente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Sonetos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><b>Na entrada...</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-3281277477510540929?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-48241015349533284322012-02-09T03:40:00.000-08:002012-02-09T18:52:30.232-08:00Fogo<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yuXQL3Qx2oI/TzSGFXS7zNI/AAAAAAAACCg/ZZnGcnBl-Fk/s1600/A%2BIMAGEM%2BDO%2BCASAL%2BSUADOS%2BSE%2BAMANDO%255B1%255D%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yuXQL3Qx2oI/TzSGFXS7zNI/AAAAAAAACCg/ZZnGcnBl-Fk/s320/A%2BIMAGEM%2BDO%2BCASAL%2BSUADOS%2BSE%2BAMANDO%255B1%255D%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>A tempestade que sentes no teu corpo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>É o fogo que nasce em mim</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>É tempo...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>...como um sopro estranho</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>Vento...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>na tua pele</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b>...Quente</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4824101534953328432?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-63644569960202713592012-02-08T09:10:00.000-08:002012-02-08T09:18:55.877-08:00Beijo-te...<div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pxAH9aJMe8/TzKq0Z2KfwI/AAAAAAAACCU/OHwgmZEuQRU/s1600/bye8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pxAH9aJMe8/TzKq0Z2KfwI/AAAAAAAACCU/OHwgmZEuQRU/s400/bye8.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="342" /></a></div><b>Se eu te beijar...não é só a boca...eu beijo....os teus desejos,o teu sentir,ansiedades...os teus abraços,o</b><b> teu olhar</b><b> e beijo a tua liberdade</b><br /><br /><b>Beijo-te...sempre,hoje,amanhã e quando o meu tempo acabar...apenas estou a começar...com fantasias para desfrutar mais ainda...a boca tem asas...</b><b></b><br /><br /><b>Percorro-te sem fim...com beijos lascívos,o céu da tua boca...língua doce e malandra...que provoca o despertar para te amar...e se tu queres ser eu quero estar,ter ido contigo...sempre contigo,perto da boca com os lábios quero estar</b><br /><br /><b>Em ti ser,existir,acariciar-te...assim e assim,quiça diferentes e tu suspiras...só quero suspirar e em seguida tocar-te mais ainda</b><br /><br /><b>Sem palavras,línguas enamoradas,borboletas atrevidas...por sabor,outras formas de expressão,sentidos aflorados...desinibição,fogo, paixão!</b><br /><b></b><br /><br /><b>Beijo-te...</b><br /><br /><b>A vida no meu beijo!</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-6364456996020271359?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-44379771356164805842012-02-08T06:38:00.000-08:002012-02-08T18:25:27.483-08:00Paraíso íntimo<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzK7YjZXNSg/TzKINVy-J1I/AAAAAAAACBw/cbAKRWwSL4o/s1600/onda-dourada-%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzK7YjZXNSg/TzKINVy-J1I/AAAAAAAACBw/cbAKRWwSL4o/s400/onda-dourada-%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;"><b>Nas ondas do mar bravias nos amamos e assim nasce da brisa da saudade e do desejo que nos consome...em carícias apaixonadas,o nosso amor...o tempo sorri contente...nossos corpos enrolados,no paraíso ardente.<br /><br />Ao som da maré, as ondas dançam num véu que sorri na pele nua...desejada,irresistível...num banho de céus em lua,foste meu </b><br /><b>e eu fui tua</b> <b><br /><br />E num impulso vivemos</b> <b><br />Raízes profundas<br />De corpo e alma<br />Embriagados...escaldantes...êxtase tão ansiado, sem palavras</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;"><b><br />Nas águas que nos abraçam de emoção,a pele suspira num beijo em flor<br />com paixão...limites?o universo inteiro</b><b> para o nosso amor...um azul de alegria no <span class="caption">coração</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"><span class="caption" style="color: #fce5cd;">Imagem: Maria Manuela Cardoso </span><b><span class="caption"><br /></span></b></div></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4437977135616480584?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-68995673274133258212012-02-07T20:09:00.000-08:002012-02-07T20:31:49.952-08:00Sou tempo em ti<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bruR3q5pApE/TzH0M1qcDrI/AAAAAAAACBA/IcV-e8V-3a4/s1600/sad-girl-crying-alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bruR3q5pApE/TzH0M1qcDrI/AAAAAAAACBA/IcV-e8V-3a4/s400/sad-girl-crying-alone.jpg" width="400" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><b>Por ti, sou luar, sorrio com as estrelas para te iluminar, sou o vento...suave, brisa delicada, de braços dados com o tempo...sentes a carícia no teu rosto? sou eu que te sorrio perfumada, para num sopro em flor te embalar nas manhãs de Primavera o meu calor<br /><br />Por ti, sou chuva...orvalho que sentes na pele, sou riacho,água doce e bicolor, desaguando no teu corpo para te pintar a frescura de um sonho de amor</b> <b><br /><br />Por ti...sou noite para te fazer feliz, sou manhã para te acordar, sou o beijo antes de adormeceres e o sorriso depois de acordares</b> <b><br /><br />Sou aquela fruta proibida na mesa do jantar com aroma de canela para te provocar, sou o vinho que te dou a provar,a boca doce que te dá paladar</b> <b><br /><br />Sou paixão na tua memória para te arrepiar quando a pele grita a emoção</b> <b><br /><br />Sou...aquela gaveta colorida onde guardas todos os versos que escrevi com o coração...abro-me...para não ficar esquecida...</b><br /><br /><b>Sou a tua história... </b><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Dedicado a um grande amor de alma </span> </div></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-6899567327413325821?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-52374649000530156942012-02-07T18:36:00.000-08:002012-02-07T18:36:14.383-08:00Sentidos perdidos...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_egayCz45wQ/TzHfED_4xnI/AAAAAAAACA4/uqPYYv6O6mY/s1600/285540_241776535862454_134457099927732_709742_7969062_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_egayCz45wQ/TzHfED_4xnI/AAAAAAAACA4/uqPYYv6O6mY/s400/285540_241776535862454_134457099927732_709742_7969062_n.jpg" width="395" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Ao som das ondas<br />Do mar revolto<br />Impulsiva acordo<br /><br />As tuas mãos e lábios<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> Torcendo-me em gemidos<br />Roçando meus seios<br />No desejo da alegria vadios<br /><br />Na gruta húmida ,ansiosa<br />Suco quente e doce<br />Mais fundo,borboleta gloriosa<br /><br />Ah, o prazer!<br />Esse ofegante ardor<br />Sentir-te em mim<br />Extasiante odor<br /><br />Ritmo de dança forte<br />Tango de corpos<br />Suados, excitantes, sem norte<br /><br />É a minha vez...vem...<br /><br />Quero-te em apuros<br />Abraçando os corpos<br />Aflorando<br />O teu prazer em nós<br /><br />Nu...escultura...extase infindo<br />Lábios veludo, suaves, carnudos<br />Sorrindo...<br /><br />Boca de sangue ardente<br />Unhas cravantes<br />Arrepio-te, ficas sem mente<br />Na pele doce,sem dores<br /><br />Como uma serpente atraente<br />É o sentido perdido,perdida!<br />Alcatraz... na pele sadicamente<br /><br />Beijar-te acordada<br />Deitados na cama ...<br />Sensação infinita<br />Raios de sol..."Grita!"<br /><br />Esta manhã acordei a teu lado...<br /></span></span></span></h6></td></tr></tbody></table><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="text-align: center;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small;"></span><br /></span></span></h6><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5237464900053015694?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-48170737550388955112012-02-07T18:13:00.000-08:002012-02-07T18:16:34.540-08:00Delirio<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PIsyn9jKupE/TzHYBv73bsI/AAAAAAAACAM/PYXAWFc5Aho/s1600/Dsc_7925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PIsyn9jKupE/TzHYBv73bsI/AAAAAAAACAM/PYXAWFc5Aho/s400/Dsc_7925.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="265" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="background-color: black; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr><tr style="color: #990000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="background-color: black; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><div><b>Esperei por ti...</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>As ânsias do meu corpo e os limites do teu indecente</b></div><div><b>Como dominar </b></div><div><b>O fogo querendo amar ardentemente?</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div></div><div><b>Um toque, choque</b></div><div><b>Estamos aqui...</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Rasga-me a alma num fogo vivo!</b></div><div><b>Vicia-me a mente em delírios de paixão</b></div><div><b>Grita por dentro como quem chora sem motivo</b></div><div><b>Abraça a loucura do prazer com emoção</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b> </b></div><div><b>Satisfaço o meu apetite de pele nua</b></div><div><b></b></div><div><b>O sorriso do grito aflito da tua voz</b><br /><b> </b><b>No luar da noite em chamas serei tua</b></div><div></div><div><b>Pele com pele num ritmo feroz</b><br /><br /><b> </b><b>Sem decência clamas a loucura</b></div><b>Mostrando a tua ambição</b><br /><div><b></b></div><div><b>Perco a moral</b><br /><b> </b><b>Beijo-te sem perdão</b></div><b>A boca é fatal</b><br /><br /><b> </b><b>Com doce dor, calor!</b><br /><div><b>Chora, geme,treme</b></div><div></div><div><b>E deixa que beba de ti todo o meu amor</b></div><br /><div><b> </b></div><div><b>Gritos! segredos! lábios trocados</b><br /><b> </b><b>Vento veloz nos teus cabelos</b></div><div><b>Loucuras em toques molhados</b><br /><b> Desafios...</b></div><div><b>Oceanos...de corpos suados </b></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Vem!</b></div><div><b>Faz-me voar porque ainda</b></div><div><b>Quero delirar!</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Selvagem e sem noção</b></div><div><b>Prendo-te...ficas aluado</b></div><div><b>Sou felina,sou demónio</b></div><div><b>O arfar do teu agrado</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Na flor do desejo</b></div><div><b>Perdes a razão quem és</b></div><div><b>Explosão</b><br /><br /><div style="color: white;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white;">Fotografia:</span> Antonio Carlos Carvalho </span></b></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4817073755038895511?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-76796265139227196612012-02-06T11:45:00.000-08:002012-02-06T11:45:34.104-08:00Chuva do amor<div style="background-color: black; color: #0b5394;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKfRfe2AhAs/TzAs_bSTbHI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/hXkXmiOhVW0/s1600/chuva12.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKfRfe2AhAs/TzAs_bSTbHI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/hXkXmiOhVW0/s320/chuva12.gif" width="250" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #0b5394;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b>Doces...foram as lágrimas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b> quando o meu corpo se esqueceu no teu... </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #999999; text-align: center;"><b>És chuva fina que os meus olhos insistem em ouvir...para te sentir...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #999999;">Doces são as lágrimas..</span>.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-7679626513922719661?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-46766563952055973842012-02-06T08:09:00.000-08:002012-02-06T08:13:33.755-08:00Mãos<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9yvyJxKHeo/Ty_7HQriA_I/AAAAAAAAB_E/xRkBHsLcOTc/s1600/2377_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9yvyJxKHeo/Ty_7HQriA_I/AAAAAAAAB_E/xRkBHsLcOTc/s320/2377_1.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"><b> </b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>Mãos (tuas)<br />Vestem-me de carícias<br />No corpo frio...quentes<br />Na pele lua<br />Despidas...<br />Docemente tua e nua<br />Flutua...</b></span></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4676656395205597384?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-85982561852540917842012-02-05T17:05:00.000-08:002012-02-05T17:21:48.756-08:00Ser e não ser<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1R4PmY8BFY/TnU8z9LIygI/AAAAAAAAAoA/jg7N1c2H5pc/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLAZOMdd-VA/Ty8m-tucPgI/AAAAAAAAB-s/Ja_dC2cXBec/s1600/1289408795_8152134420b1ana-cruz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLAZOMdd-VA/Ty8m-tucPgI/AAAAAAAAB-s/Ja_dC2cXBec/s400/1289408795_8152134420b1ana-cruz.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="297" /></a></div><b> Procurei-me...e andava,andava,andava...<br />Sem destino,descalça na estrada</b><br /><b> Procurei a vida na vida<br />Morri e renasci<br />Procurei o amor com amor<br />Amei e sofri<br />Amargurada<br />Fui amada e fiz sofrer<br />Procurei o meu caminho<br />Perdi-me<br />Naveguei entre o sim e o não<br />Encontrei-me<br />Entre o céu e o chão<br />Portas adormecidas<br />Fiquei nua<br />Janelas despertas<br />Vesti-me de lua<br />Derrubei qualquer muro<br />Caí<br />Num corpo cansado<br />Acordei<br />No horizonte o escuro</b><br /><b><br />Procurei a felicidade sem ser achada<br />O vento sussurrou-me a tristeza<br />Acalmei-a com leveza<br />A sol sorriu-me a alegria<br />A minha pouca certeza<br />Com as lágrimas que a minha boca bebia<br />Letras de sangue, rimas e poesia<br />Onde adormecia tudo aquilo que sentia</b><br /><b><br />E o tempo passava,chorava<br />E eu... nunca me encontrava<br />Pelo que procuras?...<br />Mesmo sem luz<br />Não sei mais quem sou<br />Nem o que me seduz<br />Se alguma vez o fui<br />Ou em mim estou</b><br /><b><br />Procuro sim<br />Um amor que me faça sonhar<br />Sim,aquela paixão<br />Que me toque na alma<br />Beije-me a emoção</b><br /><b>Para me sentir amada</b><br /><b> Derivo entre o meu pensamento<br />Entre o certo e o errado<br />Na alma o triste sentimento<br />Desperta no olhar calado<br />No espelho o verde de uma lágrima<br />O sal do meu mar distante<br />O </b><b>silêncio da </b><b>madrugada<br />O oco,a pedra no rio<br />Sigo sem alento,muda<br />As asas sem destino<br />O coração vazio...<br />Calando tudo aquilo que sinto </b><br /><b><br /></b><b> </b><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><br /><b><br /></b><b> </b><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><br /><b> </b><b> </b><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Fotografia:Ana Cruz</span><br /><b> </b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-8598256185254091784?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-15995350307170873552012-02-05T12:07:00.000-08:002012-02-05T12:07:56.592-08:00Dor do prazer<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tscxwSCxr6g/TilSr6PA2PI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5LMKLV8vm5w/s1600/Andi+Todea+-+Breathe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tscxwSCxr6g/TilSr6PA2PI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5LMKLV8vm5w/s320/Andi+Todea+-+Breathe.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="214" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Queima</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">em mim</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">o fogo</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">e brilho</span><br /><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Navegando </span><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">por</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">mil</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">tempestades</span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Vem!</span></span></b></div><div class="almost_half_cell" id="gt-res-content"><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Acorda</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">com dor</span><span title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">, agridoce</span></span></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken"> Saboreando o</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">"sangue"</span><br /><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Meu corpo </span><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">de veneno</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">atraente</span></span></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Em chamas</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">rugindo</span><span title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken"> loucura</span></span></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Saudade</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">prazer </span>do sexo <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">quente</span><br /><br /><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">A carne</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">suada</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">por sombras </span><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">delineada</span><br /><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">C</span><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">omeça a tremer</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">estou nua</span><br /><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Sentir-te </span><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">rastejando com</span> "<span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">raiva"</span><br /><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Contorcendo</span><span title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">,gemendo</span> </span></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Na pele crua</span><br /><br /><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Ofegante,</span> <span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">delirante</span><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken"></span><br /><span class="hps" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Perverso?</span><span class="hps atn" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken"></span></span></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps atn" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Vem! </span></span></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps atn" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Sente o deleite para além do universo </span></span></b><br /><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps atn" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Loucura?</span></span></b><br /><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps atn" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken">Para além de tudo...</span></span></b></div><br /><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps atn" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken"></span></span><br /><div dir="ltr"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps atn" title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken"> </span><span title="Zur Anzeige alternativer Übersetzungen klicken"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-1599535030717087355?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-1474807726756739432012-02-05T04:52:00.000-08:002012-02-05T05:08:47.561-08:00Memória<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OJYMqD8oGc/Ty57EKwo2CI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/be-MGPHlSCo/s1600/aleksey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OJYMqD8oGc/Ty57EKwo2CI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/be-MGPHlSCo/s320/aleksey.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Como te esquecer? cresces-te comigo,és mudança<br />Cresces em mim com confiança<br />És descoberta...das letras mais belas,beijos e sonetos de asas abertas<br />És palavra na minha mente...música em versos docemente<br />Vento suave e veloz...prosa eterna,és silêncio com voz<br />És o toque em flor na luz do amor</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Som divino...oiço-te na natureza, és violino de pura<span id="goog_1970058135"></span><span id="goog_1970058136"></span> beleza<br />Renasci contigo</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Por ti<br />Em ti<br />Renasci<br />És...aquele que amarei eternamente<br />Por ti...sou poesia que dança...sorrio-te que nem uma criança</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sonhadora epicamente... </b></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fotografia: Aleksey Marina </span><b><br /></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-147480772675673943?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-73268587725499297532012-02-04T11:49:00.000-08:002012-02-06T17:14:04.246-08:00Estás em mim...<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKd1uBF4MuY/Ty2KOelMvPI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/WezB8R0RVqY/s1600/Top+Ternura+amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKd1uBF4MuY/Ty2KOelMvPI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/WezB8R0RVqY/s400/Top+Ternura+amor.jpg" width="400" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><b>Estás em mim...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><b><br />Não quero o teu perfume...<br />És odor que respiro no meu corpo por inteiro<br />Sei o teu cheiro,vive em cada poro da minha pele<br />Divina essência,puro e verdadeiro<br /><br />Estás na minha boca...</b> <b><br /><br />Não quero o teu beijo,és boca na minha boca...és voz</b> <b><br />A tua língua...curiosa...suave...caprichosa...<br />Louca, ondulante...calma e feroz<br />Sei o teu sabor,sorriem nos meus lábios...gulosa<br /><br />Sei o teu som...sinto a magia</b> <b><br /><br />Não quero as tuas mãos, és toque que me passeia</b> <b><br />Sinto-o no sol quando me abraça quente<br />És poesia...palavra que me provoca com ousadia<br />Não te julgues ausente...és-me tudo...na mente<br /><br />Não quero mais a despedida</b> <b><br />És...amor,puro amor,cosmos,terra e mar<br />Vives na minha alma eternamente...sem saída<br />Não chores o teu adeus...és o meu olhar<br /><br />Dispo-me da saudade...visto-me de felicidade</b> </div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><b>Sinto-te...és a minha ansiedade<br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-7326858772549929753?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-4418750183722432182012-02-02T03:37:00.000-08:002012-02-02T05:27:43.100-08:00Pele<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41ZhxoFhLgQ/TyppbdtNBBI/AAAAAAAAB9I/_gl4LfBormQ/s1600/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41ZhxoFhLgQ/TyppbdtNBBI/AAAAAAAAB9I/_gl4LfBormQ/s400/untitled.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="400" /></a></div><b><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A renda num véu nua...</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Provoca-me os sentidos<br />Olho-me com</span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> fascínio</span></span></b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Liberto-me...</span></b></div></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b> </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Toco-me num desafio</span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Voam cheiros aflorados na minha mente</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Desnudo-me nos teus lábios apaixonados</span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A noite </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"> exala o teu doce perfume inebriante</span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">A essência...que beija o meu desejo recordado</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">É o teu corpo que </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">abraço</span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"> no meu corpo quente</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Respiro (te)... na memória a fragrância da tua pele</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">O tempo... suspira no nosso espaço</span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Recordo-me...</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Em ti</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></span></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-441875018372243218?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-81896453284457571962012-02-01T14:21:00.000-08:002012-02-02T06:12:04.459-08:00Outono da saudade<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDfL87fSU_A/Tym59jo32_I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/CYCve_lZJxw/s1600/2622127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDfL87fSU_A/Tym59jo32_I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/CYCve_lZJxw/s320/2622127.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"><b>Vesti o corpo do nosso outono...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"><b>Brisa fria, quente,húmida</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"><b>A saudade na minha pele sem sono</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"><b>Arrepios</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"><b>Perfume e odores</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"><b>Suores e rios</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"><b>De toda as cores</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"><b>As folhas dançam carícias suadas que vivem no tempo...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"><b>Quando...me tocam e em ti me sinto tua...despida</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"><b>Renovada e nua</b></div><br /><b></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-8189645328445757196?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-50831233848736230192012-02-01T12:33:00.000-08:002012-02-01T12:44:13.322-08:00Voa... voa<div class="separator" style="background-color: #073763; clear: both; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JAX5BoR_Qu8/TymhHv9LMJI/AAAAAAAAB8A/TNs6Pexi2fc/s1600/285082_235496276490480_134457099927732_688700_3211969_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JAX5BoR_Qu8/TymhHv9LMJI/AAAAAAAAB8A/TNs6Pexi2fc/s320/285082_235496276490480_134457099927732_688700_3211969_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Adormece os olhos e voa, voa...<br /><br />Numa leve brisa de Verão<br />Ternamente... delicadamente<br />Com asas de seda no coração <br /><br />Glorioso esplendor num véu profundo de magia<br />Festival de arco-íris e satisfação<br />Apenas o sonho azul sem despertar e com alegria<br />Num luar de estrelas dançantes longe da escuridão<br /><br />Dança a fantasia no céu com janelas de algodão<br />A liberdade no sol dos pensamentos<br />Sorri e canta a alma com emoção<br /><br />E o vento...<br />São canções de amor<br />Que ouves nos teus sonhos docemente<br />E adornas-te sonhadora a orquídea flor<br /><br />Voa... voa... beijo-te as asas</b><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fotografia: Aleksey Marina</span><b><br /></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5083123384873623019?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-34269751046249970402012-01-31T04:11:00.000-08:002012-02-13T18:32:17.510-08:00Amargura<div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HILYt_DMzJE/TzkATKRx6VI/AAAAAAAACDk/KlSBBJroXrA/s1600/20c6884f15fd61ee4be0700d62b40d5f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HILYt_DMzJE/TzkATKRx6VI/AAAAAAAACDk/KlSBBJroXrA/s400/20c6884f15fd61ee4be0700d62b40d5f.jpg" width="287" /></a></div><b>Sou alma dorida</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>No palco da vida</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Uma flor silvestre</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>No chão perdida</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Quisera eu...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Ser rosa no mar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Perfume em prosa</b><br /><b>Asas de pétalas </b><b>para voar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b> </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Mas sou acordada...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Por melodias que gritam</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Sem acorde</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Desafinadas...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Palavras frias</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Estilhaços na alma</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Pedras atiradas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Sem razão provocadas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Adormecidos no coração,os teus sentimentos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>És tempestade numa noite de Verão</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>As palavras que me dizes</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>São lágrimas de amargura</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>A poesia chora...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Entende...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Eu murcho por dentro</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Comigo as letras</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Que sentem, mas não mentem...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Por onde voa a pomba branca?</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Dar-te-ia as minhas asas...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Pois são forradas de esperança</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>No silêncio</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Oiço...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>A paz que procuro</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-3426975104624997040?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-6093560922752123962012-01-28T12:18:00.000-08:002012-01-28T14:29:01.471-08:00Frio-quente<div style="color: #990000; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtF61Ui-pv4/TyRWWLlungI/AAAAAAAAB7c/o5lLPMd3pvs/s1600/album772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtF61Ui-pv4/TyRWWLlungI/AAAAAAAAB7c/o5lLPMd3pvs/s400/album772.jpg" width="322" /></a></div></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Calafrios<br />No meu corpo<br />Conjurado<br />Vem a tua mão<br />Veste a pele quente<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> Arrepios... <br />Com paixão</span></span></b></span></div></div></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-609356092275212396?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-48533747759560524352012-01-27T13:53:00.000-08:002012-02-02T13:40:23.650-08:00Extase!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5wwcYgk5o0/TwiqfHTisTI/AAAAAAAABH4/TLaUL3NW0Nw/s1600/w-sensual-Soft-kissing-Couples-Love-kisses-heartz_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="209" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5wwcYgk5o0/TwiqfHTisTI/AAAAAAAABH4/TLaUL3NW0Nw/s320/w-sensual-Soft-kissing-Couples-Love-kisses-heartz_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></td></tr><tr style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ansiedade...<br />Do teu corpo... meu<br />Percorrer os mistérios<br />Sem tabus <br /><br />Mergulha no prazer da pele beijada...dispo o teu segredo...tão doce num sopro...sorri perfumada...<br /><br />Êxtase...gotas de orvalho que suam na cama <br /><br />Do amor<br />...A origem do arco-íris<br /><br /><br /><br /></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><b><br /><br /><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4853374775956052435?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-14224654362060818822012-01-27T12:25:00.000-08:002012-01-27T12:29:34.959-08:00A bebida do prazer<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqmx70Wycso/TyMFySqAFoI/AAAAAAAAB7E/te-j-6Z_WKE/s1600/166799_1283425622255_1728543036_493780_1841394_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqmx70Wycso/TyMFySqAFoI/AAAAAAAAB7E/te-j-6Z_WKE/s320/166799_1283425622255_1728543036_493780_1841394_n.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>O meu corpo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Transpirado</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Do teu prazer</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Suado</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Almas unidas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Entrelaçadas sem palavras...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Bebo-te</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>O amor que saboreio em ti...</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-1422465436206081882?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-79276221027467173672012-01-27T11:10:00.000-08:002012-01-27T14:03:12.002-08:00Vida!<div style="background-color: black; color: #f9cb9c; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilj2TNxrDho/TyLv-LD871I/AAAAAAAAB6g/QAR_UmB3iZY/s1600/zzzzz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilj2TNxrDho/TyLv-LD871I/AAAAAAAAB6g/QAR_UmB3iZY/s320/zzzzz.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Cresço,vivo,no giro da vida,encontro-me,tropeço,levanto-me,olho para trás...despedida...cicatrizes,saudades,memórias,palavras,sentimentos que vivem,calam e renascem...escrevo,aprendo,renovo-me, porque a vida não pode esperar...sim,para voar...dançando...respiro o perfume da rosa sua brisa delicada e da relva cortada...oiço a melodia dos pássaros...aprecio o aroma do leite quente, seu cheiro envolvente e no ar a mistura de trigo,o sabor da canela,café e mel</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Amo a vida,cheirar,sentir,admirar...os raios de sol acarinhar,os pingos da chuva...frescura,orvalho,loucura...e o mar! que beija o meu olhar</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A arte...é a vida </b></div></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f9cb9c; text-align: center;"><b>Sonhar, crescer,amar, viver</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-7927622102746717367?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-51163930381261426802012-01-27T06:12:00.000-08:002012-01-27T06:12:21.329-08:00Sobremesa do prazer<div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="background-color: black; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr style="color: #b45f06;"><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3O7ap5-iDdI/TyKwQKQpuOI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Ews60TRtfOE/s1600/Top++A+Tua+Espera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3O7ap5-iDdI/TyKwQKQpuOI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Ews60TRtfOE/s400/Top++A+Tua+Espera.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr style="color: #b45f06;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Toca-me...<br />Mas toca com asas de sonho<br />Em paraísos de vento<br />Suave<br />Ternurento<br />E<br />Tu sorridente<br />O meu olhar que te abraça<br />Quente...<br /><br />Num sopro<br />Delicado, extasiante<br />Fruta desejo<br />Entrelaçados beijos<br />Baunilha, avelã<br />Sabor quero mais...<br />Chocolate, maçã<br /><br />Saboreia...<br />Os lábios gulosos<br />Em gelado de natas<br />Versos de carinhos<br />Na língua adocicada<br />Que te provoca<br />Apaixonada<br /><br />Beija-me...<br />Sente o prazer eterno<br /><br />Serei sobremesa<br />Na tua boca<br />Frio,doce,arrepio,quente<br />No teu corpo<br />Curiosa surpresa...<br /></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5116393038126142680?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-16224678559976509402012-01-26T11:36:00.000-08:002012-01-26T11:41:10.401-08:00A tua saudade<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ILjIGHftGoQ/TyGqurYGYRI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/2lSzOPV_qUM/s1600/b3776f3befed741028c659e670a76afa3d5f4101.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ILjIGHftGoQ/TyGqurYGYRI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/2lSzOPV_qUM/s400/b3776f3befed741028c659e670a76afa3d5f4101.jpeg" style="background-color: black;" width="370" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><b>Quisera eu ser o teu pensamento...</b><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">O doce brilho no teu olhar...num nascer do sol mágico...ser o teu mar</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"> <span class="hps"></span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"> Ser as tuas mãos...despes-me...</span><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps alt-edited">visto-me </span>de paixão</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"> </span><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps alt-edited">A tua boca sonhadora</span>.<span class="hps">..</span>os teus lábios morango...ser beijo e sedutora</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps"></span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">Ser c</span><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">huva de verão...orvalho matinal,frescura...</span><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">a tua tentação</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">O <span class="hps">teu</span> <span class="hps">perfume,no corpo por inteiro,</span></span><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps">respiras-me...</span></span><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><span class="hps">ser o teu cheiro </span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">Ser tua...ser-me em ti e sempre com loucura</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">O teu desafio...</span><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">leoa selvagem...na pele o calafrio</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">Ser desejo carnal...o teu segredo...instinto animal</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"> Sussurro ensurdecido...magia nos sentidos...provocante e atrevido</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">Ser o teu vicio...fruta suculenta,</span></b><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">chocolate e </span></b><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">mulher ardente </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"> O teu espumante...sabor divinal,</span></b><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">momento extasiante...prazer sem igual</span></b><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"> </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">Ser a tua melodia no</span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> silêncio</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><b>Saudade quente ...</b></span><br /><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><b> </b></span><b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt">S</span></b><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><b>entimento...o teu mistério</b></span></div><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"><br /></span><br /><span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="pt"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-1622467855997650940?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-45602981796848120972012-01-26T04:11:00.001-08:002012-03-07T16:15:25.903-08:00Alma primavera<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqzLYIeDBko/TyFBlSbswBI/AAAAAAAAB58/PttqrNxNO1A/s1600/400400_299256176786680_100001069015325_771334_118544910_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqzLYIeDBko/TyFBlSbswBI/AAAAAAAAB58/PttqrNxNO1A/s320/400400_299256176786680_100001069015325_771334_118544910_n.jpg" style="background-color: #b45f06;" width="320" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">Despertei com o teu beijo no coração e acariciei a minha pele com a memória do teu cheiro doce e quente,fechei os olhos e plena de emoção senti-te...abraçar-me como uma rosa nas tuas mãos ternamente...vesti-me de ti...passeei-me na primavera...borboletas sorriam na dança do vento e tu...sempre presente...num véu de sonhos,entreguei o meu corpo ao luar...despida pelo brilho do teu olhar...adormeci flor na alma,feliz por te amar...lençóis perfumados </span></b><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">na cama</span></b><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">...só tu e eu...renasci...tua...meu...nua<br /><br />Sou saudades...acordo com o sol num jardim de inverno...na alma a primavera ...<br /><br /></span><span style="color: #b45f06;"></span></b> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4560298179684812097?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-38663552985895170272012-01-25T16:35:00.000-08:002012-01-25T16:39:22.700-08:00Inferno sentido<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hilKXPCwP1s/TyCfUVkNxBI/AAAAAAAAB50/ZsJf2Ra_tEk/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hilKXPCwP1s/TyCfUVkNxBI/AAAAAAAAB50/ZsJf2Ra_tEk/s400/abra%25C3%25A7o.jpg" width="332" /></a></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Desejo-te...<br />No luar dos meus anseios<br />Mais profundos e secretos<br />Ser o fogo da paixão<br />Em ondas de emoção<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> Vem!<br /><br />Devoro-te ...<br />No sal da pele nua<br />Respiro a tua fragrância<br />Em corpo fervescente<br />A tentação de ser só tua<br /><br />Arrepia-te...<br />Quando rasgo a tua pele<br />Por linhas mágicas suadas<br />Poro a poro...<br />Numa luxúria desenfreada<br />Tu um todo,minha ambição<br />E não menos ansiado<br />Em brasas o vulcão!<br /><br />Em cascata brava e quente<br />Sem limites e restrições<br />A loucura do teu ser<br />O fervor e calor<br />Num todo endurecer...<br /><br />O êxtase de almas<br />Da flor ardente<br />Num mar de chamas<br />Enlouquece tua mente!<br /><br />Sentindo o inferno<br />De corpos em diálogo<br />Rios de beijos<br />Suados,salgados<br />Com a tua boca<br />No doce eterno<br />Brinca língua louca!<br /><br />Corações sentidos<br />Transpirados... unidos<br />O amor e paixão<br />Numa ganância sem perdão<br /><br />O prazer?<br />Sem limites...</span></span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-3866355298589517027?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-73573643780378295542012-01-24T17:31:00.000-08:002012-01-24T17:32:49.861-08:00Flutua<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvoBvRHsvxE/Tx9bR3srVII/AAAAAAAAB5c/SJT6lv9ntp8/s1600/PAR-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvoBvRHsvxE/Tx9bR3srVII/AAAAAAAAB5c/SJT6lv9ntp8/s320/PAR-21.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b>Flutua...respira-me...corpos perfumados num ligeiro toque de perfume terra adocicado...perde-te neste frenesim,fecha os olhos...e no olhar do coração...chama por mim...</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-7357364378037829554?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-47974010568323030882012-01-24T09:08:00.000-08:002012-01-24T09:15:48.029-08:00Coração flor<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IbadSPG7Ic/Tx7lXGWTKkI/AAAAAAAAB48/JtDU7bFiVZk/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IbadSPG7Ic/Tx7lXGWTKkI/AAAAAAAAB48/JtDU7bFiVZk/s400/images.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="379" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #990000;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Entre rosas e orquídeas...fiquei ansiosa,sem lágrimas...num sopro vento delicado toquei nos teus cabelos no jardim apaixonada...acariciei-te o coração flor...suave sussurro em lábios cereja,a doçura de um beijo na beleza do teu rosto sonhador,a seda da tua pele que brilha no meu olhar</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"> e sinto-a sem tocar, s</span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">ão</span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">...pétalas de amor... oiço-te...nas batidas do coração com asas...em versos sentidos que florescem por te amar</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">A noite despe-se no teu corpo...sobre um leito de papoilas,sorris-me perfumado...na sua fragrância sublime és...no espaço a que chamam distância,tenho a brisa,as flores,o sol e o luar...num poema colorido de paixão onde te sinto com emoção</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4797401056832303088?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-46046470980191528132012-01-23T09:08:00.000-08:002012-01-23T11:52:47.103-08:00Cigano do amor<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFfraRG13MM/Tx2Smop974I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/Q-vYouy686M/s1600/401221_350555928288166_100000012860170_1422980_1097096251_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFfraRG13MM/Tx2Smop974I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/Q-vYouy686M/s400/401221_350555928288166_100000012860170_1422980_1097096251_n.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="265" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><b>Sorriso malandro e ousado<br />Olhar profundo e brilhante<br />És o meu delírio abraçado<br />Atraente e provocante<br /><br />Encantas-me sem palavras<br />Oiço o "toque"nas guitarras<br />Coração num mar de chamas <br />A sombra do lobo na fogueira<br />Diabruras desejadas<br />Com garra dançando na poeira<br /><br />Sorris-me na melodia<br />Passeias-me com os teus dedos por inteira<br />Tocas-me com alegria<br />Doçura suada em </b><b>gotas salgadas</b><br /><b> Beijas-me os lábios com ousadia<br />Para me provocar e fico exaltada<br /><br />Ao sabor da tua voz...sinto-me nas</b><b> tuas mãos</b><br /><b>Deliro n</b><b>as asas do vento quente<br />Nossos corpos unidos </b><b>no chão </b><br /><b>Danças comigo na pele ardente</b><b></b><br /><b>Entrego-me liberta sem estar atenta<br />O amor que arde no sol paixão</b><br /><b> </b><b>Loucura,aventura,abismal</b><br /><b> </b><b>Visto-me cigana na mente</b><b></b><br /><b>És gemido,chuva doce</b><b> sem igual</b><b> </b><br /><b><br />Delirei...entre a terra e o céu <br />Voei no pensamento</b><br /><b> Dançamos com os pés descalços na grama <br />Molhados de orvalho,sou tua és meu<br />O êxtase na relva sem cama<br />Natureza pura de sentimento<br /><br />Esta é a união ...<br />Encontrei o meu cigano<br />Meu espírito<br />Meu corpo<br />Regozijo-me!<br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4604647098019152813?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-65417485379148258162012-01-21T12:46:00.000-08:002012-01-21T13:07:16.349-08:00Beijo flor<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFfC_bywwqU/TxsncsFfyMI/AAAAAAAAB4M/A8OZQ8axB2E/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFfC_bywwqU/TxsncsFfyMI/AAAAAAAAB4M/A8OZQ8axB2E/s320/blog.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Preciso...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Abraçar-te o coração</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Tão docemente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Como uma rosa nas minhas mãos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b> </b><b>Ser a meiga fragrância que respiras </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Quando te perfumas suavemente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Preciso...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Ser suspiro de orvalho</b><br /><b>P</b><b>rimavera florida</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Ternamente com amor </b><br /><b> </b><b>Tocar-te num beijo em flor a vida</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Ser borboleta </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Passear-te com emoção </b><br /><b> </b><b>Adormecer em ti poeta</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Acariciar-te com asas discretas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Forradas de paixão </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><b>Preciso...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black;"><b>Sentir-me tua </b></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-6541748537914825816?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-13655269326095189472012-01-20T10:49:00.000-08:002012-01-21T20:37:25.378-08:00Sonhei-te<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rO5nQf553NU/TiRGqZJg1eI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vcl0W3y01qs/s1600/Cresco+e+vivo+na+natureza.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rO5nQf553NU/TiRGqZJg1eI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vcl0W3y01qs/s400/Cresco+e+vivo+na+natureza.JPG" style="background-color: black;" width="323" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"><b>Sonhei-te...<br />No meu coração<br />O profundo </b><b>silêncio</b><br /><b> Da tua voz<br />Um adeus calado</b><br /><b> Frio, vazio<br /><br />A última estrofe</b><br /><b>De uma alma ferida</b><br /><b> Onde as notas tocam<br />Num piano a melodia<br />Triste poesia<br /><br />Ainda assim<br />Com dor atormentada</b><br /><b>Longe do Douro</b><br /><b> No meu grito calada<br />Procuro-te nos sonhos<br />Por palavras desfolhadas<br />Nos labirintos do</b><b> escuro<br /><br />Abro as asas...<br />E suavemente,docemente<br />Adormeço a dor<br />Nas nuvens do tempo<br />Onde tu um sonho<br />Minha alma guarda<br />Eternamente<br /><br />Sim! eu vou continuar<br />Esquecendo-me<br />De te tentar alcançar<br /><b>Cansada de procurar</b><br /><b> As memórias vividas<br />Dos teus olhos<br />Sem luz...<br /><br />Na minha lembrança<br />Apenas um sorriso<br />Que senti nos teus lábios<br />Um abraço sentido<br />Mas pelo vento indeciso<br />Um amor<br />Esquecido,perdido...</b><br /><b>Sem esperança<br /><br /><br />Oiço...as lágrimas na tua voz</b></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"><b><b><br /></b></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-1365526932609518947?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-41838472557826043822012-01-19T13:54:00.000-08:002012-01-19T13:57:38.221-08:00Aventura sem medida<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PPYb7Ad_5A/TxiQymQOBwI/AAAAAAAAB3c/EyyAQXtVY7c/s1600/Slug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PPYb7Ad_5A/TxiQymQOBwI/AAAAAAAAB3c/EyyAQXtVY7c/s400/Slug.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Ao longe vejo um navio</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Respiro o aroma sal e quente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Bandeiras de espada caveira</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>O canto de um papagaio</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Sorrisos de fogo latino</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Seduzem-me por inteira</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Vem a brisa tu chegas...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Com calor da viagem</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Ancorado nesta ilha</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Sorris-me triunfante</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Nos dedos a cigarrilha</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Selvagem e provocante</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Tocas-me com olhar malandro</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Deliro nesse mesmo instante</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Vem, meu pirata ...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Desarrumado, arrepiante</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Vem... sem casaco nem gravata</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Odor inebriante...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Corpo sol,despenteado</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Perco-me no mistério do teu mar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Destino incerto...na vida apaixonado</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Viajo o mundo no teu olhar </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Fico louca...louca por ti</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b> </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Quero-te!</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Corpo escultura</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Que almejo explorar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Lábios aventura</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Veludo, suaves, carnudos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Boca de loucura ardente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Olhar vadio,castanhos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Aroma de mar e terra atraente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Aventureiros!</b><br /><b> </b><br /><div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Selvagem e indomada, seduzo a tua boca</b></div><div style="color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Num beijo apaixonado, cheio de desejo</b></div></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Tocas-me...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Por garras afiadas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Desejadas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Língua</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Na pele molhada</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Sem palavras</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>O sal em suor</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Sabor</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Num doce ardor</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Mergulhamos na maresia </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Peles quentes!</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Que da ousadia escorre alegria</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Finalmente!</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>O nosso prazer </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Em...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Corpos ardentes </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Há! meu pirata!</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Aventura eternamente </b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4183847255782604382?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-69183926391352854922012-01-17T08:29:00.000-08:002012-01-21T20:44:41.325-08:00Nevoeiro<div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #990000; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn393UuPdOA/TxWheBPCYaI/AAAAAAAAB3I/wchQm7zcr24/s1600/longe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn393UuPdOA/TxWheBPCYaI/AAAAAAAAB3I/wchQm7zcr24/s400/longe.jpg" width="350" /></a></div><div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Cinzento</span></b></div></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Nevoeiro</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sofrimento </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Em galhos nus</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Despidos...sem vida</span></b><br /><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Na natureza</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">E eu...amargos versos,perdida</span></b><br /><br /></div></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">No</span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">silêncio do</span> </span><span style="font-size: small;">coração</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Saudade recorda</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Luz e calor</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Desolação presente</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"> De um distante amor</span></b><br /><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Despedida ausente</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Por palavras sem cor</span></b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">A natureza chora a primavera</span></b></div></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Está tão longe agora</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Como tu...</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">( E eu) </span><span style="font-size: small;">Á tua espera </span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-6918392639135285492?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-47614048678067795382012-01-16T10:55:00.000-08:002012-01-16T11:53:33.571-08:00És meu,sou tua<div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dX8jdsXXcT4/TxRvr94hJXI/AAAAAAAAB2E/qE8U5d5NITU/s1600/Dsc_9240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dX8jdsXXcT4/TxRvr94hJXI/AAAAAAAAB2E/qE8U5d5NITU/s400/Dsc_9240.JPG" style="background-color: black;" width="266" /></a></div><b>Mãos deslizam sobre o meu corpo...<br />Veludo...negro,suave...cobrindo meus seios<br />O casaco que sua na pele arrepiada </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Calor, desejos na mente coloridos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Fico louca...acaricio-me apaixonada</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><br /><b>Olho-te...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br />Embriaga-te com o meu odor<br />Delicia o segredo orvalho doçura<br />Sente as gotas da vida...que respiras sedutor<br />Sou ternura,emoç</b><b>ão</b><b>,loucura<br /><br />Despes-me...delirante<br />Furtiva sinto o teu toque</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Respiração ofegante</b><br /><b>Que me beija por caricias</b><br /><b> </b><b>Prazer em ondas gemidos...estonteante!</b><br /><b>Plena e infinita absorção</b><br /><b>Sentidos que provocam a malícia</b><br /><b>Na boca do vulcão </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Provoco-te!</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><b> </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Bocas de sede...desejos...mentalmente</b><br /><b>Na pele rosada...fisicamente...arrepiar-te ....</b><br /><b>Nas águas mais íntimas curiosa levar-te</b><br /><b>Na escuridão do prazer...dominar-te!</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Sou tua na pele nua,escaldante</b><br /><b>Ardente</b><br /><b>E no teu corpo o meu corpo</b><br /><b>Quente...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><br /><b> E entregue á paixão sem igual<br />Sou delírio,sensaç</b><b>ão</b><b>,anseios<br />Amor, carinho, loucura astral<br />Felina, fêmea, o teu devaneio<br />O teu sonho mais desejado e lua<span style="background-color: black; color: red;"> </span></b><br /><div style="color: #cccccc;"><br /></div><b><span style="background-color: black; color: red;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">És meu...sou tua </span></span></b><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="background-color: black; color: red;">Fotografia: Antonio Carlos Carvalho</span><br /></b><b> </b></div></div><b> <b> </b> </b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4761404867806779538?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-12724857479161422672012-01-15T11:17:00.000-08:002012-01-15T11:23:32.373-08:00Quero-te!<div style="background-color: #990000; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><b> </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r6T51WxY9tE/TxMjZYXczjI/AAAAAAAABxg/ykYxUFJhu5M/s1600/serenidade-thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r6T51WxY9tE/TxMjZYXczjI/AAAAAAAABxg/ykYxUFJhu5M/s320/serenidade-thumb.jpg" width="311" /></a></div><b>O vento bate na porta...estás consciente da minha presença ?</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Os teus olhos brilham,queimam a minha pele,fragrâncias em brisas delicadas...respiras um beijo...peito arfante,louco,indefeso,surpreso em lábios de mel...sacio-te,ainda que o fôlego suplique clemência e envolvo-te na minha essência,num beijo flor dispo-me no teu corpo e ardes no prazer da magia da noite sem amanhecer</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Loucuras nas trocas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>De toques molhados</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Vulcão com asas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Na boca do corpo,fundo!</b></div></div><div separator"="" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Um gemido ( grita!)</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Rubor no rosto</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Respiração profunda</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Êxtase...mel suave,doce de alegria,fonte de doçura...sedenta de fruto e carne nua...lindo...os contornos do amor na luz sorrindo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Vem o acordar do sol...</b></div></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Sussurros, olhares...restos de suplício atroz,rasgam a tua pele</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>estremeço com calor,</b><b>quando te elevas nu...</b><b>vem meu amor</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>quero-te sonhador, céu e meu</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-1272485747916142267?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-26481983897801759222012-01-15T07:13:00.000-08:002012-01-16T04:05:43.984-08:00Asas no coração<div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOMpMWCtBIw/TxLsBBbgUSI/AAAAAAAABw0/_i_vtQQHujI/s1600/sonho_amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOMpMWCtBIw/TxLsBBbgUSI/AAAAAAAABw0/_i_vtQQHujI/s320/sonho_amor.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></b></div><b>Quero tocar-te,como tu és,hoje,amanhã e depois,ser chuva,vento e sol...acariciar-te ...</b><br /><b>Quero beijar-te,boca com boca,do sorriso com os lábios,do abraço com a ternura,do silêncio com a poesia,ser a tua estrela e sempre com loucura</b><br /><b>Quero (te) estar em ti, suspirar,amar-te,ouvir-te e acarinhar-te ser o teu luar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Ser poema...para tocar-te com palavras,intensas e calmas,sonhadas, sentidas...como as ondas do mar que dançam sem rimas...</b><br /><b>Ser a tua flor e tu respiras sou o teu perfume,bocas sem palavras,sentidos aflorados,brisas delicadas</b><br /><b>Amor e paixão de mãos dadas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Sim...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Quero-te num todo com emoção </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Voar </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b> <b>As asas no coração</b> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Amo-te<span style="background-color: black;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: black;">Só isso, apenas te amo </span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-2648198389780175922?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-60310013478839649162012-01-13T13:56:00.000-08:002012-01-19T05:28:39.451-08:00Paraíso<div class="separator" style="background-color: #6aa84f; clear: both; color: #073763; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7yAPGSBERWw/TxClJQWLFuI/AAAAAAAABnI/2EYopzQuT6g/s1600/TOP%2BAULI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7yAPGSBERWw/TxClJQWLFuI/AAAAAAAABnI/2EYopzQuT6g/s320/TOP%2BAULI.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: #073763;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: #073763; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: #073763; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Fome...</b></span></div></div><div style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Da pele salgada</b></span></div><div style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Que nos consome</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Nas areias desta praia</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Iluminada </b></span> </div><div style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corpo de algas perfumado</b></span></div><div style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O aroma de maresia</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b> E palmeiras de papaia</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Seda esvoaçante na brisa quente</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Carícias de sol amado</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sorriem num beijo amor </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O paraíso presente</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Da paixão com calor...</b></span></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-6031001347883964916?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-52519264753562439582012-01-12T18:18:00.000-08:002012-01-12T18:20:57.038-08:00Feiticeira da paixão<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VXG5uzUbqfA/Tw-T_pavD8I/AAAAAAAABmw/7EXCDKT9Kos/s1600/AC0_4074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VXG5uzUbqfA/Tw-T_pavD8I/AAAAAAAABmw/7EXCDKT9Kos/s400/AC0_4074.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="266" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><b>Vem...<br /><br />Quando as tuas mãos me beijam<br />Seduzem a minha mente<br />Viro feiticeira<br />Vulcão ardente<br />Sussurro no teu ouvido<br />O fogo da paixão<br />Sou...<br />A sombra oculta<br />Da fantasia mais secreta<br />Que te desperta na escuridão<br /><br />No teu corpo<br />Pinto um traço de emoção<br />Linhas mágicas, suadas<br />De poro a poro sem qualquer noção<br />Queima nas tuas veias<br />A seda pura e ardente das minhas rendas<br />Que te arrepia constantemente<br />Em cascatas de prazer<br />Alucinante<br />Que provoca o mais ardente<br />Sentimento</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2PFQFqcUEX8/Tw-TZNa6unI/AAAAAAAABmk/ACPRZu2_F9I/s1600/AC0_4074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2PFQFqcUEX8/Tw-TZNa6unI/AAAAAAAABmk/ACPRZu2_F9I/s1600/AC0_4074.jpg" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><b>Vem... </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Fotografia: Antonio Carlos Carvalho </b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5251926475356243958?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-51400771680251870602012-01-11T21:45:00.000-08:002012-01-11T21:46:48.898-08:00Melodia da alma<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IbWZn_8q49Q/Tw5zHsKeRCI/AAAAAAAABi4/h0-v5hBGaOY/s1600/abanico-elena-dudina-2751523450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IbWZn_8q49Q/Tw5zHsKeRCI/AAAAAAAABi4/h0-v5hBGaOY/s400/abanico-elena-dudina-2751523450.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="265" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Abri a janela</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Beijei o silêncio</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>No luar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Toquei o vento</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Que me acaricia</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>O rosto sem tempo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>As lágrimas são pétalas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Que dançam na alma</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Rosas perfumadas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Deste amor á distância</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>E assim aprendi</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>A ouvir nas palavras</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Que toco para ti</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Melodias de letras</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Que sentem </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>O silêncio...</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5140077168025187060?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-42376497021175449332012-01-11T20:48:00.000-08:002012-01-11T20:48:59.296-08:00Imaginei-te<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr style="background-color: black;"><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ66pn1TapQ/TiHkb4qigZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iSGVX-8M-Y4/s400/Mi_diario_by_ELENADUDINA.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="390" /></td></tr><tr style="background-color: black;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Imaginei-te assim</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Tu, apenas tu</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">O teu olhar</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Que me toca</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A tua voz</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Marcante</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sensual</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Galante </span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Carícias</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">De palavras</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Que me faz sonhar</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Delirar</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Amar</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">O teu corpo</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Asas de abraços</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Perfume extasiante</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A tua pele</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Odor inebriante</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">E...</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Quando os teus lábios</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">São sopros de paixão</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Versos de beijos</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Arrepios</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Que sinto na minha pele</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Mas acordei</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sozinha</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Tu</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Uma sombra do meu desejo</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Imaginado</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Dançado</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Tu</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Aquele que vive na minha alma</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sem motivos</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sem razão</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Apenas estás</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Dás alento </span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">No meu coração</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Tu</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Aquele que eu</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Um dia guardarei</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Numa caixinha forrada</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">De amor e saudade</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">E um dia</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Na gaveta fechada</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Esquecerei</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Num luar...</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Serás lembrança</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Dum pensamento</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Nunca tocado</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Mas por mim</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Eternamente</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Amado</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Tu apenas tu...</span></b></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; color: #0b5394; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #0b5394;"></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ66pn1TapQ/TiHkb4qigZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iSGVX-8M-Y4/s1600/Mi_diario_by_ELENADUDINA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4237649702117544933?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-59468844429459631862012-01-11T07:11:00.000-08:002012-01-11T07:11:05.597-08:00Chuva de estrelas<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9P8enSd6LNM/Tw2mIuvyv_I/AAAAAAAABiM/Ei9x7m81GF0/s1600/390277_292162397495823_100001061952211_929843_471337567_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9P8enSd6LNM/Tw2mIuvyv_I/AAAAAAAABiM/Ei9x7m81GF0/s320/390277_292162397495823_100001061952211_929843_471337567_n.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="294" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><b>O teu abraço acariciar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"><b>Quando a chuva cai</b><br /><b>Adormecer no teu olhar</b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>Sorri o dia</b><br /><b>Radiante!</b><br /><b>A estrela</b><br /><b>Da redenção</b><br /><b>A paz interior</b><br /><b>No coração da paixão</b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>Gotas...</b><br /><b>Flores e folhas</b><br /><b>Desabrochando...</b><br /><b>Os sonhos em aguarelas</b><br /><b>Do nosso amor</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5946884442945963186?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-59231215441424135242012-01-09T20:12:00.000-08:002012-01-10T00:31:55.569-08:00Amor distante<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_SDQ92xYOo/TwnlBSWEURI/AAAAAAAABJI/zbZcPjGOe4c/s1600/amor%2Bdistante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_SDQ92xYOo/TwnlBSWEURI/AAAAAAAABJI/zbZcPjGOe4c/s320/amor%2Bdistante.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Amor distante</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Frio</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Quente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Delirante</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Amor sentido</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Esperado</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Encarecido</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Destino</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Ilusão</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Esperas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Na solidão </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Na esperança</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Palavras</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Confessadas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Amargas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Ditas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>E</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Que sintas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Lágrimas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Amantes</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b> Almas delicadas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Tão perto</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Longe no deserto</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>O sol no coração</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Sozinhos na luz</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Em chuvas de verão</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Rios de sal</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Aqui, ali</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Teu rosto, corpo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Sorriso</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Fora de mim</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Por ti</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Magia...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Beijo flor</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Sentidos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Do calor</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Olhar distante</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Na memória</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>A tua voz marcante</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Abraços de lábios</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Que voam</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Na minha mente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>A nossa história (?) </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Um dia</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Acordo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Voo sem ti</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Na alma</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>A paixão </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b>Que ficou por se dar...</b></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5923121544142413524?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-2036643598840851062012-01-09T20:10:00.000-08:002012-01-10T03:03:58.906-08:00TU, apenas tu!<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BPaZn0ANLg/TwpYtg4d9aI/AAAAAAAABKE/vj7LtjkHS_4/s1600/walmer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BPaZn0ANLg/TwpYtg4d9aI/AAAAAAAABKE/vj7LtjkHS_4/s320/walmer.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="319" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>O teu olhar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Escuro</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Profundo</b><br /><b>Procuro </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Os teus lábios</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Mágicos </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Extasiantes</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Boca de carinhos</b><br /><b>Quentes </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>E tu....todo tu, apenas tu...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Contigo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Quero estar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Sinto ...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Uma ansiedade</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>De te abraçar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Para te amar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>O que fazes comigo?</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Por ti...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Sou</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Leoa tímida </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Selvagem</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Destemida</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Sou criança</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Distraída</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Mulher</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Amante</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Possuída </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Romântica</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>E...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Na beleza do teu rosto</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Escrevo </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Uma poesia</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Ai, os desejos,esses que me "matam"</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>A união</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Pele com pele</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Absorção</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Ardente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Vulcão</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Extase</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Da paixão...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Agitada faísca</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>O sangue quente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Pura emoção</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Cúmplices da loucura</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Um momento</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Presente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Os sentidos partilhados</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Corpos suados</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Eternamente</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Apaixonados</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Ausência...?</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Para te abraçar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Para te sentir</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Para te beijar </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>E</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Viver</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Essa loucura</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Toco</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>O teu olhar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Faz-me sonhar </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Sem</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Acordar </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Silêncio?</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Estou em ti...</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-203664359884085106?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-4628708912567186232012-01-08T19:56:00.000-08:002012-01-12T04:28:52.821-08:00Alma com asas<div class="separator" style="background-color: #20124d; clear: both; color: #d9d2e9; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ENZwNA2FxV8/TwSMPln6PCI/AAAAAAAABAg/BgG36B1FgOM/s1600/layer2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ENZwNA2FxV8/TwSMPln6PCI/AAAAAAAABAg/BgG36B1FgOM/s320/layer2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #d9d2e9; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Onde a fantasia e a imaginação, sorriem tímidas</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sou atraída por melodias,brisas, brilhos de magia</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Voa...alma com asas brancas</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Como passarinho no azul sem tempo</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Nas estrelas um violino de prata</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sussurra a sinfonia na dança do vento</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Desperta no calor da tua voz</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O céu embriagado e com timidez</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Toca serenatas sem noção p´la brisa veloz</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Então, meu amor</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Viajo pelo mundo com esperança</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>De um dia te encontrar</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Na memória da lembrança</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>As gaivotas batem no meu peito ....</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Com saudades e nuas</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Livres e sem algemas no meu sonho perfeito</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Visto-me no silêncio com versos da tua essência</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Dispo a alma da chuva solidão</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A poesia toca as estrelas na tua ausência</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Palavras soltas,escritas,em nuvens de algodão</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Asas mudas no teu pensamento</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Onde a razão, perde a consciência</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O amor renasce no sol do coração</b></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sou alma que viaja no espaço</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A lua e as estrelas pressinto</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Beijo com as minhas penas o teu abraço</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Onde tu e eu, somos um só</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Procuro por ti em mim…</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Onde tu estás, somos um sempre</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O silêncio eterno ...</b></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: #20124d; clear: both; color: #d0e0e3; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="background-color: #20124d; color: #d0e0e3;"></span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-462870891256718623?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-6734835045456476472012-01-07T08:51:00.000-08:002012-01-07T09:14:38.543-08:00Enlouquecer-te?<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4DVaQBPHvM/Twh9FEkUyXI/AAAAAAAABHk/qp7HtLSyILA/s1600/flutua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4DVaQBPHvM/Twh9FEkUyXI/AAAAAAAABHk/qp7HtLSyILA/s320/flutua.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><b>Flutua...<br />Fecha os olhos<br />Respira-me <br />Corpos perfumados<br />Num ligeiro toque <br />De perfume adocicado<br /><br />Em mãos de veludo<br />Toco e provoco a paixão<br />Num êxtase agudo<br />E sem perdão<br />Vestidos de pele...<br />Brisas de beijos<br />No teu corpo<br />A viagem<br />De carinhos em lábios<br /><br />Arrepiante...<br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><b>O desejo astral<br />O aroma dos sentidos</b><br /><b>É...celestial...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><b><br />Perde-te neste frenesim...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black;"><b>Enlouquecer-te?</b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b> Fecha os olhos e chama por mim...</b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: black;">Imagem: Maria Manuela Cardoso </span><b><br /></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-673483504545647647?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-22039337204881346832012-01-07T08:07:00.000-08:002012-01-07T08:17:46.006-08:00Oceano encantado<div align="CENTER" style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CD0u5VXD9Gc/Twhsm4ehI4I/AAAAAAAABGs/TZbyo_A-Hmc/s1600/pequena+sereia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CD0u5VXD9Gc/Twhsm4ehI4I/AAAAAAAABGs/TZbyo_A-Hmc/s320/pequena+sereia.jpg" style="background-color: white;" width="320" /></a></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">A paz encontrei das minhas lágrimas de saudade...<br />No coração do mar,o profundo olhar,entre a minha alma e o mistério sagrado,flutuo entre ondas de beijos delicados num turbilhão de abraços,onde os sentimentos são versos de antigos sonetos,e eu,a sereia Lígea</span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"> neste azul harmonia,mergulho em flores brancas longe dos meus tormentos<br />O Eros ouve a melodia das </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">profundezas do oceano encantado,</span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">o seu amor em silêncio </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">dança </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">...enamorado<br />Um acorde flauta sorri nas conchas douradas <br />E eu...canto... apaixonada</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Ouvem?<br />A voz do amor </span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-2203933720488134683?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-23375422507632365422012-01-07T04:41:00.000-08:002012-01-07T05:02:05.052-08:00Lágrimas da saudade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: #a64d79; color: #f3f3f3; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_A-Mb61Xs4/Twg_ps-Y1SI/AAAAAAAABGk/o-txct25tEY/s1600/0y4fhcoz1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_A-Mb61Xs4/Twg_ps-Y1SI/AAAAAAAABGk/o-txct25tEY/s400/0y4fhcoz1.png" style="background-color: black;" width="281" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">As minhas lágrimas caem do céu<br />Leves,com asas de vento<br />Beijam a Terra<br />Abraçam o mar com sentimento<br /><br />Voam com os pássaros<br />Pousam numa folha branca<br />Por magia <br />Tinta de penas<br />E surgem numa carta </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">esperança</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">As palavras despidas</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Com essência maresia<br />Para ti...</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> O que fazes com as minhas lágrimas ...? </span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-2337542250763236542?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-83529025224157222012-01-07T03:54:00.000-08:002012-01-07T04:02:41.740-08:00O silêncio do tempo<div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuwmF0abDzE/Twgxxynt_SI/AAAAAAAABGM/dPfy3ttX2Qw/s1600/mulher%252Bdeitada%252Bem%252Bfolhas.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuwmF0abDzE/Twgxxynt_SI/AAAAAAAABGM/dPfy3ttX2Qw/s320/mulher%252Bdeitada%252Bem%252Bfolhas.jpeg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></b></div><b>Quando sentires a natureza nos teus pensamentos, são as minhas lágrimas mortas e com saudade que desaguam no rio do teu esquecimento, o vento são os meus suspiros que beijam as folhas das árvores,onde o destino,seu caminho forrado de outono chorou nas minhas mãos...conta as que voam e flutuam no chão,são meses de espera por um sonho de amor que o tempo esqueceu na solidão </b><br /><b> As aves gritam no silêncio do inverno </b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>É isso</b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Amei-te....</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-8352902522415722?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-67486469090845003322012-01-06T09:52:00.000-08:002012-01-18T17:56:25.431-08:00Provoca-me<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EuGz1PDXza4/Twcxlp_A_QI/AAAAAAAABF0/VqVO9px4Dg8/s1600/casal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EuGz1PDXza4/Twcxlp_A_QI/AAAAAAAABF0/VqVO9px4Dg8/s400/casal.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="355" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Provoca-me</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Com o teu olhar</b><br /><b> </b><b>Passeia-me como vento veloz</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Beija-me o corpo sem me tocar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>N</b><b>um ritmo feroz</b><b> </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Desafia-me...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Vicia-me a mente em delírios de paixão </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Abraça o desejo e descobre a mulher</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Quente é a dor que excita o toque com tesão</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>O fogo que nasce em mim só será prazer</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Se souberes descobrir a fonte que o faz viver...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Prova-me...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Fruta encarnada,ao natural,madura</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Degusta-me devagar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Sou loucura,ternura e aventura</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Cereja doce,licor antigo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Bebe-me, para te embriagar</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Boca quente e sensual,sabor divino</b><br /><b> </b><b>A tua sede é sherry nos meus lábios </b><br /><b> Rasga-me a carne num delírio vivo</b><br /><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b> </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Despe-me...v</b><b>este-me </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><br /><div align="CENTER"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><b><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(0, 0, 0);">O fogo tentação com a tua pele </span></b></span> </div></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-6748646909084500332?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-3713744126959755882012-01-05T18:36:00.000-08:002012-01-05T18:36:24.069-08:00Prazer dos sentidos<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpgr_PKnqFM/Tq3JQqRReJI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Gz18SuBVi0w/s1600/top.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpgr_PKnqFM/Tq3JQqRReJI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Gz18SuBVi0w/s400/top.JPG" style="background-color: black;" width="307" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Estás pronto?<br /><br />Quero-te refém<br />Dos meus caprichos<br />Envoltos em cosmos<br />No tempo esquecidos<br /><br />Vem....<br /><br />Quero perder-me<br />Em ti<br />Quando me tocas <br />Por ti<br />Em fogo e pimenta<br />O sabor picante<br />Escaldante<br />Ser barulhenta<br />Vulcão gemido<br />Sem estar atenta<br />Pele com pele<br />Corpos suados<br />O odor de pecado<br /><br />Balançando nos sentidos<br />Respira</b><b>ç</b><b>ão ofegante<br />Nossos corpos<br />Aquecidos...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Por mistérios delirantes</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Entrelaçados na loucura<br />Explosão!<br />Sem sentido nem razão</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3; text-align: center;"><b>Pura emoção<br /><br />Sim</b><br /><b>Quero-te<br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-371374412695975588?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-20750511626626367412012-01-05T09:28:00.000-08:002012-01-05T13:19:08.632-08:00ternura<div class="separator" style="background-color: #cfe2f3; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTBiY_Y1Nr8/TwYSR_OAUHI/AAAAAAAABDs/xdoQDUEEaxQ/s1600/mulher+e+borboleta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTBiY_Y1Nr8/TwYSR_OAUHI/AAAAAAAABDs/xdoQDUEEaxQ/s320/mulher+e+borboleta.jpg" style="background-color: #f4cccc;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: #cfe2f3; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"><b>A ternura dos teus dedos é borboleta que abraça suavemente a minha pele, o sopro dos teus lábios é... brisa na flor do desejo,sorriem-me num beijo<br /><br />Suspirei ...libertando-me ...entreguei-me</b> <b><br /><br />Senti-te ... renasci, amei-te e voltei a mim...</b> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-2075051162662636741?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-73029509677697004932012-01-05T07:39:00.000-08:002012-01-05T07:39:38.599-08:00Tango do amor<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeMUIkpxnMk/Tp24L1oAndI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lF56smFQMyg/s1600/danca.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="367" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeMUIkpxnMk/Tp24L1oAndI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lF56smFQMyg/s320/danca.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="400" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><b> Danças comigo ?</b><b> </b><br /><b>A nossa dança...</b><b> </b><b> </b><br /><br /><b>Sussurro-te</b><b> </b><br /><b> Sentes a nossa melodia ?</b><br /><br /><b>Num sentimento</b><br /><b>Em trajes de mágica</b><br /><b>Flutuamos no chão</b><br /><b>Envoltos num manto de graça</b><br /><b>Em luares de emo<b><b>ç</b></b>ão</b><br /><b>O sol que nos abraça</b><br /><b>No coração</b><br /><br /><b> Sim... sinto-a, sinto-te</b><br /><br /><b> Alcanças as estrelas?</b><br /><br /><b>Balançando ....</b><br /><b>Sim, voamos</b><br /><b>Suavemente em corpos de seda</b><br /><b>Onde o piano toca suavemente</b><br /><b>Em sintonia com o silêncio</b><br /><b>Num véu de toques ardentes</b><br /><b>E as estrelas ambiente</b><br /><b>Sorriem o nosso perfume</b><br /><b>Vestidos de pele e desejo</b><br /><b>Unidos</b><br /><b>Num<span id="dtx-highlighting-item"> doce </span>beijo</b><br /><br /><b> Vem...dança comigo</b><br /><br /><b> Nossos corpos seduzidos</b><br /><b>Pelo toque do olhar</b><br /><b>O prazer de amar</b><br /><b>No infinito dos sentidos</b><br /><b></b><br /><br /><b> Sim...</b><br /><b>Eu danço </b><br /><b>O nosso último tango</b> <b> </b><br /><b>De amor</b><br /><b> Contigo</b><br /><br /><br /><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-7302950967769700493?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-34754700871441698972012-01-05T07:26:00.000-08:002012-01-05T07:26:01.031-08:00Eva selvagem<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TQ8DePVHXo/TwW-puSpn0I/AAAAAAAABBg/PahgMnJBRTw/s1600/ardente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TQ8DePVHXo/TwW-puSpn0I/AAAAAAAABBg/PahgMnJBRTw/s320/ardente.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Sou "Eva" selvagem</b><br /><b>Perde-te no sonho</b><br /><b>Do prazer desta viagem</b><br /><b>Eterno</b><br /><b>É..</b><br /><b>O meu beijo que queima...</b><br /><br /><b>Pele em flor...</b><br /><b>Sentidos apurados</b><br /><b>Provocam</b><br /><b>A tua mente...</b><br /><b>De desejos camuflados </b><br /><b> </b><br /><b>Toca-me...</b><br /><b>Com lábios e pecados </b><br /><b>Sem limites no espaço</b><br /><b>Em corpos suados</b></div><div align="CENTER"><b style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><br /></span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"></span></b><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><b><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"></span></b></span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-3475470087144169897?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-34025755861026041172012-01-05T04:52:00.000-08:002012-01-15T14:21:44.964-08:00Sabes o que me tocou?<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDI1AKDtLsw/TwWbf4sycdI/AAAAAAAABBQ/O-cMavO1A7E/s1600/034uo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDI1AKDtLsw/TwWbf4sycdI/AAAAAAAABBQ/O-cMavO1A7E/s400/034uo1.jpg" width="292" /></a></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sabes o que me tocou?</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sentes o abraço no meu tempo?</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Adormeces os olhos...</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O que vês?o que sentes?</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O verde das ondas que dança</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O teu corpo luar e nua</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O voo livre da pomba branca</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O perfume de sal e algas</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O teu sorriso na água</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sentes o que me seduziu?</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>Um suspiro violino...acaricias-me<br />Os teus dedos como borboletas de seda<br />Excitação que cresce e divina<br />Na pele delicada até o umbigo<br />Pura luz, que nos ilumina<br />As tuas mãos nos meus quadris<br />Pulso de urgência animado<br />Flutuo num oásis<br />Doce gemido e sem pecado<br />Pele sorrindo por suaves beijos<br />Perfumada de paixão<br />Num oceano de delícias<br />A explosão da nossa união</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sabes e sentes agora...o meu desejo?</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Fiquei apaixonada</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Pelo teu olhar encantado</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Senti-me por ti amada</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Vibrando tremores na garganta</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Desejo esgotado,respirado</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O amor </b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Que nasce lado a lado</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Tocou-te ardente no coração?</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-3402575586102604117?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-77988759444596080592012-01-05T02:30:00.000-08:002012-01-05T19:09:48.220-08:00Essência<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nkITtzHkN_g/TwZlr84oF7I/AAAAAAAABFM/Xqf0_7ekgKo/s1600/SOU_TUA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nkITtzHkN_g/TwZlr84oF7I/AAAAAAAABFM/Xqf0_7ekgKo/s400/SOU_TUA.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="335" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: black;">Beija a minha essência</span><br style="background-color: black;" /><span style="background-color: black;"> Em lábios de mel</span><br />Saboreia cada gota<br />Na tua boca<br />A tua língua extasiante<br />Fico louca!<br />Sem consciência<br /><br />Acaricia-me...</b><br /><b><br />No teu abraço<br />Quero adormecer<br />Com o teu sorriso<br />Num beijo despertar</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-7798875944459608059?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-84270812441750495932012-01-04T18:30:00.000-08:002012-01-04T10:07:10.047-08:00Pele<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="background-color: black; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CrCyHovbvE/TwB8iicyZRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7R2XO1glkRo/s1600/sedutora.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CrCyHovbvE/TwB8iicyZRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7R2XO1glkRo/s400/sedutora.png" width="312" /></a></span></td></tr><tr style="color: #e06666;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">A pele sente</span><br /><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> Carícias mudas mas que tudo fala</span><br /><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> Sua ...grita</span><br /><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> Floresce e ama </span><br /><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> </span><br /><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> Quero o teu amor</span></span><br /><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> Tatuado no meu corpo</span></span><br /><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> Olhar-te no meu silêncio</span></span><br /><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> E beijar os gemidos de mistério</span></span><br /><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> Que respiras quando me tocas... </span></span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="background-color: black; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"></span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></span></b></div><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></span></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <br /></span></span></h6><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-8427081244175049593?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-11834745271954209742012-01-03T18:06:00.000-08:002012-01-04T10:49:14.558-08:00Inocente e nua<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_IsJLe4WWg/TuzwsUIPbvI/AAAAAAAAA34/_JfF7Pzc4_c/s1600/Lua_e_mulher%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_IsJLe4WWg/TuzwsUIPbvI/AAAAAAAAA34/_JfF7Pzc4_c/s1600/Lua_e_mulher%255B1%255D.jpg" style="background-color: black;" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A noite despe-se no teu corpo</span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Lua nua e mulher</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span>Silênciosa e com ternura</span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Fonte de doçura</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Tocas-me o prazer</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Envolve-me a tua essência</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sem amanhecer...</span></span></div></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-1183474527195420974?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-70261303750237466032012-01-02T09:39:00.000-08:002012-01-02T14:10:13.102-08:00Beijo de rosa<div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOTBa9A1eSs/TwHpI_ZBo8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/NOXhFIGOM5M/s1600/gothic-blue-rose-girl-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOTBa9A1eSs/TwHpI_ZBo8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/NOXhFIGOM5M/s320/gothic-blue-rose-girl-1.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></b></div></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A tempestade que arrepia na tua mente<br />É tempo... dos meus sopros na tua pele...<br />Brisa doce,chuva quente,vento ardente<br />Sou tua nos beijos nus<br />O teu corpo um espelho<br />Da minha boca faminta e despida de tabus<br /><br />Da rosa mulher</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Romântica e pura<br />A rosa prazer<br />Fogo e aventura<br /><br />Qual a rosa que que contigo acorda?</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-7026130375023746603?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-91042868920604366772012-01-02T09:00:00.000-08:002012-01-02T20:19:34.966-08:00Saberás que és TU<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7xgX_rFQ8O0/TuuC_xAJh8I/AAAAAAAAA2s/lj010rejvIk/s1600/umquarto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7xgX_rFQ8O0/TuuC_xAJh8I/AAAAAAAAA2s/lj010rejvIk/s400/umquarto.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Se eu soubesse que seria a última vez que te via entrar pela porta, eu te abraçaria... tudo o que há para viver e amar num só dia</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Seria mistério,mulher,lua e fantasia</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><i style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b></b></i></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b> </b></i><b><br /></b> </div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Se eu soubesse que era a última vez que ouviria a tua voz, eu guardava cada gesto, cada sorriso,cada som, para mais tarde recordar e cada palavra tua seria poesia para que eu pudesse ler de novo, dia após dia</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b> </div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Se eu soubesse que seria o último céu em que olhamos o mesmo luar, o mesmo rio, a mesma ponte, te daria no meu retrato que tiras-te, o sol da alegria </span></b> </div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b> </div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Se eu soubesse...</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Se eu soubesse que naquela noite o teu beijo foi uma despedida...</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Te tocaria a flor mulher nos teus lábios</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sentirias<br /><br />Se eu soubesse que as tuas palavras eram as últimas que me escrevias, guardaria o meu orgulho numa gaveta e te respondia : entendo querido, somos amigos até mesmo nas diferenças</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><span style="background-color: black;">E se não houvesse amanhã?</span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"> </span></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b> </div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Serias sempre quem me beijou a alma....</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b> </div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Em sopros suaves de ternura</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"> </span></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Serias aquele que eu senti ao entardecer e em leves asas de vento me sussurrou o amor </b></span></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Amo-te... ontem,hoje,sempre </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Escrevo-te hoje assim.... simples</span></b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">Dedicado ao amor da minha vida, o amor que vive na minha alma / D.S.</span><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="background-color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: white;"></span></span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"></span></span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-PT" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-9104286892060436677?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-72455957212604337962012-01-02T06:29:00.000-08:002012-01-02T20:09:12.747-08:00Quero-te<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOT-NMJBGzc/TwG-7BXuEJI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Bdp2Xy8fmWY/s1600/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOT-NMJBGzc/TwG-7BXuEJI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Bdp2Xy8fmWY/s320/image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"><div align="CENTER" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Oiço a tua voz...</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><b>As tuas mãos tocam-me</b></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </b></span><br /><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Tremo, é ... eu vôo</b></span><b> </b></div><b style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Num desejo ardente</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Esqueco-me, perco-me...</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">Impaciente</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b> </div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Selvagem e terna ao mesmo tempo </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b> </div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">O teu respirar</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> O meu ar</span></b><b style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Arrepiada e quente</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sob o teu toque</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">Atraente</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Em beijos extasiantes</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">O prazer em silêncio</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> A paixão escaldante</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Na pele o calafrio</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Desejo-te selvagem, terno e animal</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Amar, amar e respirar o amor </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A minha fome é sede de ti, voraz,sem igual</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Quero perder-me</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sim... </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black;"><b style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Louca sou por ti amor!</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><b></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-7245595721260433796?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-9653551606790255442012-01-01T20:55:00.000-08:002012-01-02T21:00:06.032-08:00Decifra-me<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1b4WB0M8w_Q/TrWwjcwmGLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/cN-vPI6A0no/s1600/6f3xx4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="313" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1b4WB0M8w_Q/TrWwjcwmGLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/cN-vPI6A0no/s320/6f3xx4.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Encontras-me...</span></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Junto ao rio</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Onde brilha o luar</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Por amar-te eu sorrio</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Lembro-te!</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Esquecida</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>E</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Abraçada pelo nada</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Num deserto frio</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Magoada </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O teu olhar que ama<br /></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Nas palavras o vazio</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">És mil e uma noites no meu coração</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sonho com o que quero</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>És dor e saudade ,vazio e tenta</b><b style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">ção</b><b> </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Acordo com o que n</span></b><b style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">ã</b><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">o quero... </span></b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>És norte sem destino</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>Pássaro vadio... </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>Sou... </b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>A rosa branca sem espinhos</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>E a rosa vermelha ardente</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>Choro lágrimas no caminho</b></span><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>Ou sou o desafio na tua mente</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Não...</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Decifra-me</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Nas entrelinhas <br />Do que escrevo</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Nos versos que gritam<br />Em silêncio</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Voa com o pensamento...</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Dedicado a D. S. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><span style="color: #993399;"><b></b></span></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-965355160679025544?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-84785235546030406122012-01-01T16:40:00.000-08:002012-01-22T15:53:57.916-08:00Viciada<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yC09-f7NAY/Tv6-MaCL9wI/AAAAAAAAA9c/qHLP-SrkNWU/s1600/undress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yC09-f7NAY/Tv6-MaCL9wI/AAAAAAAAA9c/qHLP-SrkNWU/s400/undress.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="303" /></a></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Vicia-me<br />No teu sussurro<br />Que me sinto ser tua<br />Embriaga-me<br />Gole por gole na tua boca nua<br />O néctar que nos teus beijos<br />Sacio <br />A sede que me sufoca e sua<br /><br />Provoca-me<br />Com os teus dedos seda e flor<br />Passeia-me <br />Aquecendo-me por inteira<br />Perco-me<br />Em gemidos e magia<br />Acaricio-te...<br />Loucura quente e fria<br />No teu corpo a emoção<br />Arrepia-te </b><br /><b> Bebo-te com paixão<br /><br />Sente-me<br />Os meus olhos que te vestem<br />Sou a rosa mulher<br />E no céu do teu abraço<br />Perfumada da tua pele<br />Adormeço<br />E ao acordar<br />Dispo-me no teu olhar </b><br /><br /><b> Sem somente um toque</b><br /><b>Teu...</b><br /><b>O meu segredo...<br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-8478523554603040612?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-19101760562538075582012-01-01T09:42:00.000-08:002012-01-01T10:16:30.282-08:00Toco-me<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V-usKHEOfjA/TwCdPIHIo9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/70ySJXKFOmg/s1600/rosamulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V-usKHEOfjA/TwCdPIHIo9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/70ySJXKFOmg/s320/rosamulher.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="goog_1082291023"></span><span id="goog_1082291024"></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><b>Procurei-me no silêncio<br />Da noite nua<br />Procurei a poesia<br />Com o teu nome</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><b>E sentir-me tua<br /></b><b>Procurei as p</b><b>alavras para chamar por ti<br />Procurei-me no mistério <br />Para te encontrar na magia da lua<br /><br />Na tua ausência </b> <b><br />Perfumei os meus versos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><b>De pétalas com a tua ess</b><b>ência </b> <b><br /></b><b> Para te sentir nas entrelinhas <br />O amor que beijei nos teus lábios<br /><br />Escrevo-te... </b><b><br /><br />Em mim guardo aromas, o teu sabor</b><b><br />O perfume das rosas no inverno</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><b>O som do teu sorriso,o teu delicado rosto</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><b>O corpo vento terno<br /></b><b></b><br /><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>És meu apenas com as palavras</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Sinto a saudade</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Durante a madrugada</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Tão intenso, tão íntimo</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Aquele jeito quando me tocavas</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Abraço-te (me) com as letras</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Solto-as</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Para te sentir próximo </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Sorriem nos meus dedos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>As tuas m</b><b>ãos brancas,delicadas...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Respiro-te... </b><b> </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Quando me toco</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>És tu que me beijas ...</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-1910176056253807558?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-70738781326695718802012-01-01T06:45:00.000-08:002012-01-02T20:46:32.655-08:00Vénus<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MhNyiasHHF4/TwKEypDo6oI/AAAAAAAABAU/e49E8cI4tfI/s1600/sinto-me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MhNyiasHHF4/TwKEypDo6oI/AAAAAAAABAU/e49E8cI4tfI/s320/sinto-me.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Luxúria e desejo<br />Inquieta<br />Na minha cama </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Ardente borboleta</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><br /><b> Ofegante, delirante<br />Sou tua amante<br />E no pensamento<br />Esque</b><b><span data-jsid="text">ç</span></b><b>o o mundo<br />Estonteante<br /><br />Fulgor celeste<br />Expandir o libido<br />A pele brilhante<br />Inferno em dedos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Flamante</b><br /><b> Desnudo-me </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Visto-me dos sentidos</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><br />Melodias sussurrantes<br />M</b><b>ã</b><b>os e dedos...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Palavras quentes</b><br /><b> Dentro e fora, fora ,dentro<br />Numa rítmica contente<br /><br />Loucura<br />Quente, húmida, rosa<br />A minha mente deseja...<br /><br />Perco o controle<br />Por montes e vales<br />O frenesim do meu fogo<br />Em meu ventre de saudades<br />Rios de prazer gerado<br /><br />Inferno vulcão<br />Tes</b><b>ã</b><b>o<br />Hó venus!<br /><br />Mais que belo não pode ser<br />Prazer bem verdade!</b><b> </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Ousar e tocar<br />Os segredos </b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b>Sim...gosto!</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-7073878132669571880?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-23532146504289542102012-01-01T02:30:00.000-08:002012-01-02T18:22:24.354-08:00Dança comigo<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G1dxNMCnbmI/TwJhAC4lUiI/AAAAAAAABAI/ypkyEg_50G0/s1600/tagcart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G1dxNMCnbmI/TwJhAC4lUiI/AAAAAAAABAI/ypkyEg_50G0/s400/tagcart.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: black;"> Quase madrugada...</span><br style="background-color: black;" /><span style="background-color: black;"> Sons e melodias</span><br />Falas-me com o teu olhar</b><br /><b>No silêncio em que te admiro</b><br /><b> Que me desejas hoje ao luar<br /></b><br /><br /><b> Ai! O bater do coração</b><br /><b>Olho-te profundamente</b><br /><b> Meu corpo são ondas de emoção<br /><br />Sussurras-me que sou uma orquídea<br />Bonita e tão fria mas carinhosa<br />Lentamente, nós dois lá fora</b><br /><b>Apertas a minha mão na tua</b><br /><b> A lua e o sol unidos nesta hora<br /><br />Toca-me ...<br />O fascínio do teu olhar<br />Somos borboletas dançantes<br />Em ventos de luz fervescente<br />Vestido de seda a flutuar<br />Desliza,acaricia meu ventre<br />Quente desejo de amar<br />A tua ansiedade ardente<br /><br />Bailamos entrelaçados<br />Numa melodia de corpos em chama<br /><br />Em brilho de ritmo<br />Soneto dos deuses!<br />Pulso acelerado<br />Pele com pele<br />Suados<br />Salgados<br />Mãos<br />Que deslizam <br />Nas minhas curvas<br />Brisas discretas<br />Na vulva<br />A tua erecção<br />Paixão!<br />À mercê da ganancia<br />A explosão</b><br /><b>O meu corpo sente</b><br /><b> A união<br /><br />Apenas o céu vigia <br />Tu,o meu belo misterioso<br />Eu,a orquídea negra <br />Sensuais nas asas da noite<br />Voamos na magia do tempo</b><br /><b><br />E hoje sou tua...</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><br />Dancemos!</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-2353214650428954210?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-32496900577977827282011-12-30T19:35:00.000-08:002011-12-30T19:35:42.463-08:00Conheço-te<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BhNBV0c8J_s/Tv6AlgwuSfI/AAAAAAAAA6g/-u8jdgJeFTA/s1600/29202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BhNBV0c8J_s/Tv6AlgwuSfI/AAAAAAAAA6g/-u8jdgJeFTA/s400/29202.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="381" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Sou noite em ti<br />És luar em mim<br />Sou saudade em ti</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> És sol em mim</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />Sou o teu pensamento<br />Na lua do momento<br />Sente-me nua<br />Sente-me livre<br />Nas nuvens me sento<br />Esperando o desejo<br />Navego no teu olhar<br />No teu toque desperto</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Conheço</span><span style="font-size: small;">-te<br />Sinto-te</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">Num oceano de delícias</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Toco-te, respiro-te</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Perfumada de paixão…<br />Em ondas de prazer famintos<br />Beijo-te o coração</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Num paraíso de carícias<br />Nosso abraço sorrindo na </span><span style="font-size: small;">dança</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Corpos e alma em sintonia</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Num tango sedutor da (im) perfeição</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Toco-me por ti</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Nos relevos do meu ser<br />Toco-me com loucura<br />Com tanta desejo de te ter<br />Imagino-te meu<br />Só meu<br />Toco-me, como devias tocar<br />De prazer<br />Sem te ter</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sensações divinas assim como são</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Extasiante nosso odor<br />Entrelaçados no chão</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Doce imagina</span><span style="font-size: small;">ção </span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Gemidos soltos sentidos com sabor</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Ávidos de desejo e paixão</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><br /><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Quando dois corações....<br />Renascem para o amor</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A eterna alegria em estrelas de emo</span><span style="font-size: small;">ção</span></b> </div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><small>Poema a dois sentires,</small><br /><small>Paula Lourenço e Manuela Cardoso<br /></small><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-3249690057797782728?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-56249429984200073272011-12-27T15:10:00.000-08:002012-01-14T12:19:19.792-08:00Eu mesma<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr style="background-color: black; color: #6aa84f;"><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7hUpsj3qu0/TvpPsElpnDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/0d2PGwDVDGk/s1600/Sleepy_leaves_by_ValentinaKalliasanamgs.blogspot.com_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="367" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7hUpsj3qu0/TvpPsElpnDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/0d2PGwDVDGk/s400/Sleepy_leaves_by_ValentinaKalliasanamgs.blogspot.com_.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr style="background-color: black; color: #6aa84f;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span style="font-size: small;">Sou camaleão...verde,azul,amêndoa,curiosa...não me queiras definir pelos meus olhos! .<br />Não uso sempre o mesmo perfume,não tentes descobrir o meu cheiro, até o creme é sempre diferente e o sabor da pele mar ou terra.<br />Sou alma viajante, estou aqui, nunca quieta,estou ali, sempre desperta,não me procures aonde tu sonhes que é a minha meta.<br />Minha alma tem asas,vivo os sentimentos livremente,não tentes adornar-me com laços cor d</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small;">e rosa,amo a liberdade e vivo intensamente.<br />Eu não conheço meio termo,sou tudo ou nada,chuva e sol,sou filha da natureza.<br />Sou mística e esotérica,posso ser gótica ou angelical,no segredo do luar, vale sempre a pena voar...<br />O meu sangue é quente,a minha alma é flor e feminina,mas o meu ser é mutante,sou mulher romântica ou ardente vulcão.<br />Sou sensibilidade e um sexto sentido que me faz avançar...ou recuar... não tentes decifrar-me muito menos enganar-me,quando pensas que estou em ti... eu já sou para além de ti.<br />Amo a vida,adoro sorrir,mas se tiver que chorar também choro,esteja onde estiver,por vezes sinto-me perdida,mas logo me recupero, renovo-me sempre que acordo...<br />Pessoas inteligentes atraem-me,impaciência e impulsividade faz parte de mim.<br />Queres ainda descobrir quem sou? <br />Nem por um segundo largo a mão da imperfeição,sou leal e mesmo na loucura sigo sempre...o que sente o coração</span><br /></span></span></h6></td></tr></tbody></table><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br /></span></span></h6><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-5624942998420007327?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-49787417918963975672011-12-23T11:30:00.000-08:002011-12-23T11:34:00.950-08:00A beleza da fantasia<div class="separator" style="background-color: #990000; clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t6u_ZQYXM5M/TvTWLh-rFKI/AAAAAAAAA6I/CvcdoGD9K00/s1600/horses_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t6u_ZQYXM5M/TvTWLh-rFKI/AAAAAAAAA6I/CvcdoGD9K00/s320/horses_n.jpg" style="background-color: #990000;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; text-align: center;"><b>Viajo num sono profundo<br />Urano e Neptuno<br /><br /><br />Cavalo vermelho com asas brancas<br />Dança com orgulho e ousadia<br />Sol e lua sorriem no espaço cintilantes <br />Esvoaçante e fogo de magia</b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; text-align: center;"><b>Despertam os deuses! </b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; text-align: center;"><b>Glorfindel suave, puro sangue e quente</b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; text-align: center;"><b>Pétalas brancas chovem no céu perfumado</b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; text-align: center;"><b>A beleza de uma estrela distante</b></div><div style="background-color: #990000; color: white; text-align: center;"><b>Voa apaixonado... </b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4978741791896397567?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-10152040714820070852011-12-20T10:44:00.000-08:002011-12-20T10:48:32.754-08:00Beijo de luz<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="background-color: black; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vLLOPxnOh8/TvDV-2OP0-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/oss6TrZdOZ8/s1600/beijo+na+boca%255B7%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vLLOPxnOh8/TvDV-2OP0-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/oss6TrZdOZ8/s400/beijo+na+boca%255B7%255D.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Na luz do desejo<br />Procuro-te...<br />Os teus lábios...no meu beijo</span></b></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-1015204071482007085?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-49540372564151809452011-12-19T17:30:00.000-08:002011-12-28T17:26:02.139-08:00Somos um só<div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uihJ-2KA7QY/TbLzeHI45vI/AAAAAAAAAF4/k67vBIZtoqI/s1600/chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1mYl3ZzOeoI/Tu9oySgZXaI/AAAAAAAAA4I/cdFJ4Rtx5s8/s1600/joooo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1mYl3ZzOeoI/Tu9oySgZXaI/AAAAAAAAA4I/cdFJ4Rtx5s8/s400/joooo.gif" style="background-color: black;" width="296" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><b><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Na dança dos lábios</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Pele em suspiros,perfumada,ardente</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> E da união dos nossos beijos</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Corpos unidos,esquecidos no tempo</span></span></span></b></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></b><span class="text_exposed_show"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Perdidos...</span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Na essência dos sentidos...</span></span><br /></b><br /><br /><br /></span></span></h6><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-4954037256415180945?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-84798640699391683552011-12-19T05:08:00.000-08:002011-12-20T11:18:43.288-08:00Mar da solidão<span style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b></b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="background-color: #073763; clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDb8n9P7SQY/Tu82vhxIpuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/J94BeLae0so/s1600/38456_135882863118446_100000902007841_186698_195364_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDb8n9P7SQY/Tu82vhxIpuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/J94BeLae0so/s320/38456_135882863118446_100000902007841_186698_195364_n.jpg" style="background-color: #073763;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">No mar da solidão tardio</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Procuro por ti em mim</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Dispo-me do sofrimento</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Visto-me no silêncio </span></b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Palavras que dançam ao vento </span></b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Naufrago no oceano dos sentidos</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A poesia beija a memória</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Recordaç</span><span style="font-size: small;">ões de sorrisos e carinhos</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Abraçam as letras <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">sua história</span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Afogo as ilusões...</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Na memória da alma lembranças</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Fragrâncias de amor que tocam a saudade</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Chovem as lágrimas...</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">No horizonte dourado</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">As ondas cantam a despedida</span></b><br /><br /></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">O que sinto só o mar ouve</span></b></div><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-8479864069939168355?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paula Lourençohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00394932143095407226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245497418930459812.post-11334888140701849702011-12-18T09:59:00.000-08:002012-02-12T10:40:34.143-08:00Mais vida,menos dor<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #45818e; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TP5G0pGEDmQ/TzgEOIDu-qI/AAAAAAAACDE/8rjj0uSJF08/s1600/abanico-elena-dudina-164870642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TP5G0pGEDmQ/TzgEOIDu-qI/AAAAAAAACDE/8rjj0uSJF08/s320/abanico-elena-dudina-164870642.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #45818e;"><br /></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #45818e; text-align: center;"></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Mais v</span><span style="font-size: small;">ida</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #45818e;"><b><span style="background-color: black;"> </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Menos dor</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Nem sul</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Nem norte</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Silêncio e distância</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Amor</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Abundância</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Tristeza</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Intolerância</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Lágrimas </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Dentro e fora</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Perdidas na chuva </span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Palavras</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Para além de mim</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Pontes</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Prisão</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Viagem</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Desilusão</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Nem luz no horizonte</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Nem porto</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Nem cais</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Só mar</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Infinito</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Vazio</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Profundo</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">No olhar </span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">Frio </span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Para além de mim</span></b></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div align="CENTER" style="background-color: black; color: #45818e; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">E todo o mistério</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">Eu sou o começo e fim</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245497418930459812-1133488814070184970?l=ondascalmaserebeldes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>