tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71162336936733881132024-03-05T20:23:52.389+00:00Da minha ideia do mundoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116233693673388113.post-10388618368349433232014-12-09T10:13:00.001+00:002014-12-09T10:13:20.022+00:00Há que gostar <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gosto do teu corpo.<br />
Gosto do sabor único dos teus lábios.<br />
Gosto do sabor da tua carne.<br />
Gosto do perfume da tua pele debaixo dos lençóis.<br />
Gosto da nossa química.<br />
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A minha mão no teu mamilo. A minha mão no teu cu. A minha mão que aprende o teu corpo. A minha mão que invade o teu sexo molhado. A minha mão no teu pescoço enquanto te vens. A minha mão e a tua pele.</div>
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Apesar da idade, não me acostumar à vida. Vivê-la até ao derradeiro suspiro de credo na boca. Sempre pela primeira vez, com a mesma apetência, o mesmo espanto, a mesma aflição. Não consentir que ela se banalize nos sentidos e no entendimento. Esquecer em cada poente o do dia anterior. Saborear os frutos do quotidiano sem ter o gosto deles na memória. Nascer todas as manhãs. </div>
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Agarrou no meu sexo e decidiu sem mais demora que o ia devorar. Foi então que vi naquele olhar a piedade e a fome, a submissão e o orgulho.</div>
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"É mais fácil ser amante do que ser marido, pela simples razão de que é mais difícil ter espírito diariamente do que dizer coisas bonitas de vez em quando."<br />
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Entrei nela como se fosse uma religião, com alegria e fervor. Perdi-me nos lábios quentes e abertos. Enterrei a minha esperança e a minha redenção. Saboreei a satisfação da epifania.Desamarradohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12555682927360576179noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116233693673388113.post-88468764138814798892014-11-04T11:05:00.002+00:002014-11-04T11:07:25.560+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Somos todos curiosos. Precisamos ver o que está acima das nuvens, no topo das montanhas e no mais profundo dos oceanos. Queremos perceber a pele e entrar nela. </div>
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Desamarradohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12555682927360576179noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116233693673388113.post-30657441346783940302014-11-02T20:00:00.000+00:002014-11-02T20:00:05.266+00:00Coisas simples<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Desamarradohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12555682927360576179noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116233693673388113.post-48851365193804972292014-11-01T16:12:00.000+00:002014-11-01T16:20:46.945+00:00Necessidade <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ela ligou e disse que tinha o meu cheiro dentro dela. Sentia ainda a presença do meu sexo. </div>
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Tinha sido bom e forte. A pele, os músculos, o suor e as terminações nervosas. </div>
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Ouvi aquela voz e as partes mais sensíveis do meu corpo acordaram. </div>
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Definitivamente precisava dela outra vez.</div>
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O que vem depois é meu. Sei o que te faz tremer. Não é o toque. É a antecipação e a espera. É não saber quando é que vai acontecer.</div>
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Hoje é o amanhã de ontem. Entre ontem à noite e hoje mil anos passaram. </div>
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Eternidades suspensas no sol que queima o tempo. </div>
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Sei que provavelmente não haverá calor nos dias de chuva. O homem ainda não inventou um fogo que nunca se apague.</div>
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O homem inventou os sentimentos e apagou as cores do mundo. Destruiu a paisagem abstracta e com o vermelho, o preto e o branco pintou a tela.</div>
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O homem desenha as formas, fantasia sobre sexo e amor. Procura encontrar um sentido, trabalha sem parar e um dia envelhece. Envelhece e esquece que amanhã é o dia depois da véspera de outro amanhã.</div>
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