tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86734103488181840502011-10-24T02:52:27.177-07:00Beijo escrito em tua bocaConfessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-4749233253563964342010-04-05T09:15:00.003-07:002010-04-05T09:15:50.983-07:00Traduzir minha Alma... <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/eveltana</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-474923325356396434?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-44616418132155568462010-04-05T09:15:00.001-07:002010-04-05T09:15:48.806-07:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Tudo indo...tentando ver cores onde o dia amanhece cinza.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir minha Alma...</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-4461641813215556846?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-45141328285286951902010-04-01T17:50:00.001-07:002010-04-01T17:50:06.038-07:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Nem me acho tão sensual assim. Acho tento ser natural (fugir do vulgar)...ser eu mesmo...algo da alma...</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir minha Alma...</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-4514132828528695190?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-46755734915559744522010-04-01T14:39:00.001-07:002010-04-01T14:39:30.863-07:00Traduzir minha Alma... <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/eveltana</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-4675573491555974452?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-52624848244984278852010-03-22T12:13:00.003-07:002010-03-22T12:13:16.296-07:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Nem um mundo pode ser perfeito (seria muito monótono). Mas,pelo menos com menos violência e respeito a diversidade. Protegendo também mais o meio-ambiente.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir minha Alma...</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-5262484824498427885?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-49155812048362124782010-03-22T12:13:00.001-07:002010-03-22T12:13:10.088-07:00Traduzir minha Alma... <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/eveltana</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-4915581204836212478?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-68829601228545841392010-03-21T08:38:00.005-07:002010-03-21T08:38:38.784-07:00Traduzir minha Alma... <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/eveltana</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-6882960122854584139?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-80964660612659415782010-03-21T08:38:00.003-07:002010-03-21T08:38:28.217-07:00Traduzir minha Alma... <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/eveltana</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-8096466061265941578?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-83654817227113143922010-03-21T08:38:00.001-07:002010-03-21T08:38:25.812-07:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">&quot;Mulheres que correm com lobos&quot; (Clarissa Pinkola Estes) - &quot;O Morro dos Ventos Uivantes&quot; (Emily Bronte) - &quot;Coleção de frases, textos, pensamentos, poesias e poemas de Clarice Lispector&quot;.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir minha Alma...</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-8365481722711314392?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-48155976173377782352010-03-21T08:33:00.001-07:002010-03-21T08:33:19.275-07:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Eu não lembro...rs...(Errei e fiz a pergunta a mim mesmo...rs...)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir minha Alma...</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-4815597617337778235?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-405779763683340792010-03-20T14:16:00.003-07:002010-03-20T14:16:52.921-07:00Traduzir minha Alma... <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/eveltana</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-40577976368334079?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-34287739441318180232010-03-20T14:16:00.001-07:002010-03-20T14:16:50.261-07:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Sim. Estou apaixonada...rs... (Conseguiu me deixar vermelha)...</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir minha Alma...</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-3428773944131818023?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-49476992865028706842010-03-20T08:23:00.005-07:002010-03-20T08:23:44.826-07:00Traduzir minha Alma... <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/eveltana</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-4947699286502870684?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-87325328105053375972010-03-20T08:23:00.003-07:002010-03-20T08:23:34.090-07:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Algumas vezes em saber lidar com minha passionalidade...rs...</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir minha Alma...</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-8732532810505337597?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-53313154360037964212010-03-20T08:23:00.001-07:002010-03-20T08:23:31.798-07:00Traduzir minha Alma... <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/eveltana</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-5331315436003796421?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-27648538138674736462010-03-20T08:18:00.001-07:002010-03-20T08:18:06.489-07:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Quando aos 7 anos rabisquei palavras em guardanapos e brincava de fazer borboletas de papeis e jogava ao vento.Depois escrevi certos segredos(aos 14 anos)coloquei numa garrafa e joguei ao mar.Pensei que um dia chegaria na África...rs...acho que se perdeu em alguma ilha...ou outro doido encontrou...rs...</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir minha Alma...</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-2764853813867473646?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-62402243288067219962010-03-20T08:11:00.001-07:002010-03-20T08:11:51.836-07:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Disposição para perguntar e responder muito...rs...</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir minha Alma...</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-6240224328806721996?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-48847629779678373232010-03-15T17:21:00.001-07:002010-03-15T17:21:07.434-07:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Praia para andar descalço. E serra para um fim de semana com o Amor e vinho(Claro,abraços e chamegos...rs...)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir minha Alma...</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-4884762977967837323?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-56697172074572487802010-03-15T12:42:00.001-07:002010-03-15T12:42:58.131-07:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Acredito sim. Basta que trabalhar meus ciúmes. Acredito que estou alcançando esta maturidade.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir teus olhos</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-5669717207457248780?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-8883485082222973732010-03-11T11:12:00.001-08:002010-03-11T11:12:00.807-08:00Traduzir teus olhos <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/eveltana</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-888348508222297373?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-82805510592603750372010-03-11T11:11:00.003-08:002010-03-11T11:11:55.749-08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Prefiro escutar. Tento falar no momento certo.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir teus olhos</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-8280551059260375037?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-6135622150581843522010-03-11T11:11:00.001-08:002010-03-11T11:11:24.127-08:00<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Meu amor.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/eveltana">Traduzir teus olhos</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-613562215058184352?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-70332789339756108622008-06-22T04:13:00.000-07:002008-06-22T04:14:01.463-07:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">O que foi dito o vento levou...O que foi escrito o tempo rasgou o velho papel...Fato consumado...Enterrado.<br />Procurei nas constelações alguma explicação,talvez algum cometa tenha desviado minhas mãos enquanto eu tateava as estrelas nas junções do seu encontro ao meu.Mas,eu li as minhas mãos e ouvi hoje,a linha da vida continua.<br />E no quarto escuro onde dormi,consegui abrir as venesianas das janelas,e por um bom tempo não acreditei que o sol existe...enfim,as portas foram abertas para que eu ainda me "norteando",tropeçando, começasse a caminhada.<br />Eveltana.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-7033278933975610862?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-87811256576311641052008-04-22T06:19:00.000-07:002008-04-22T06:22:46.214-07:00<strong><span style="color:#993399;">Nua.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Tua cor nua.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Palavras(que palavras?)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Se tua poesia é nua.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">É este mar...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">É despir-se.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">É chorar-se.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">É tocar-se.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Nada terminou.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Tua essência nua,apenas inicia.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Encanto nu.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Pele nua.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Teu cheiro em pêlo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Eveltana.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-8781125657631164105?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-66098752524443776502008-04-22T06:11:00.000-07:002008-04-22T06:18:43.473-07:00<strong><span style="color:#333333;">Existem paixões que são um erro...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Existem beijos que são fatais...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Luz néon nos ilumina,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">olhos indiscretos nos vigiam,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">nossa loucura maior.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">O chão está frio,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">ainda assim,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">deslizamos como animais no cio</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">neste ritual fulminante.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Tua saliva banha meu corpo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">E você me observa</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">com a certeza que sou tua presa.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Existem amores que são um engano...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Existem momentos que são de luz néon.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Eveltana.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-6609875252444377650?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-37844572419467299082008-04-07T15:18:00.000-07:002008-04-07T15:23:43.020-07:00<strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Segmentos,Fragmentos de sentimentos.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Teu corpo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Teu beijo...agonia.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Este papel rabiscado.Cais...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Manda um pouco de ti...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Nosso riso entorpecido.Insensatez.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Somente semente incerta.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Teu corpo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Teu beijo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Nossas loucuras ensaiadas.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Se eu pudesse esquecer.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">E inesperado você se manifesta em mim.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Nu.Delirantemente nu.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Eveltana.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-3784457241946729908?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-46848322934674915392008-04-07T15:14:00.000-07:002008-04-07T15:16:54.605-07:00<strong><span style="color:#993399;">Sentimentos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">confusos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">arrepiam</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">a</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Alma.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">E</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">os</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">sonhos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">se </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">tornam</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">reais.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">E</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">as</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">fantasias</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">comovem</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">o </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">ser,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">fazendo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">parte</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">do</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">meu </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">medo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">tão</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">normal.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Eveltana.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-4684832293467491539?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-51638668054914839002008-04-03T05:50:00.000-07:002008-04-03T06:00:44.781-07:00<strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">E este perfume provoca loucura.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">No nosso contato íntimo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">na busca intensa dos nossos limites.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Faço uso de nossos anseios agora.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">E este perfume é teu,meu,nosso.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Perfume,cheiro erótico.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Este perfume provoca loucura.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">A paixão é louca.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Nossas roupas são loucas,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Nossa nudez é louca.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">E este perfume provoca,cheiro de nós.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Eveltana.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-5163866805491483900?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-16909724216275468612008-04-03T05:28:00.000-07:002008-04-03T05:50:17.186-07:00<strong><span style="color:#993399;">Quando te vejo por entre tantas pessoas,descubro que de tantas pessoas,você é único.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Você mexe com meu sistema cardíaco,as pulsações aceleram o ritmo,o sangue corre,agora quente,inocentemente rasgando artérias.A adrenalina domina todos meus sentidos,invade meu íntimo,penetra na intocável essência e ardendo inexplicavelmente,nossos olhos se encontram.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">É inevitável.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Não estou me enganando.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Teu olhar me devora,me despe,me toca.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">É um feitiço purpuro que faz a sensibilidade da minha pele despertar.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">E nascem as fantasias exóticas do meu corpo no teu,meus lábios a sugarem tua alma e tuas mãos descobrindo meus ilusórios segredos.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Teu olhar é um mistério que me fascina,seduz.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Irresistivelmente e inexplicavelmente me deixa febril.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Teu olhar é uma cilada estonteante e você continua único nesta multidão.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Eveltana.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-1690972421627546861?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-30159173742995921332008-04-01T13:46:00.000-07:002008-04-01T13:52:03.019-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong>Tudo é questão de sensualidade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong>Até mesmo o luar que ilumina nossos corpos nus</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong>se torna um desejo sensual e inevitável.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong>Não é errado te querer,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong>assim,com esta mania de querer conquistar o mundo.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong>Não é errado desejar sugar tua essência</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong>e te beijar até os próximos capítulos.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong>Sensualmente tiro tua roupa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong>Sensualmente me alimento de você</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong>Sensualmente me entrego...totalmente.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"><strong>Eveltana.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-3015917374299592133?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-6688113597298820652008-03-31T15:48:00.000-07:002008-03-31T15:49:32.507-07:00<em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">O teu beijo é fonte,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> é essência.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Eveltana</span>.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-668811359729882065?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-14916202124388643082008-03-31T15:46:00.000-07:002008-03-31T15:48:17.660-07:00<strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">O beijo é o ato de fato de duas bocas arredias com o desejo do seu encontro.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Eveltana.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-1491620212438864308?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-55087074713444446622008-03-31T15:44:00.000-07:002008-03-31T15:46:49.019-07:00<p><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Minha boca treme,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;">murmura palavrinhas,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;">murmura palavrões,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;">murmura agonia,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;">murmura você.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Eveltana.</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-5508707471344444662?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673410348818184050.post-52207286295435163972008-03-31T10:43:00.001-07:002008-03-31T10:43:57.334-07:00<strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Rouba-me beijos como uma ladra...!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673410348818184050-5220728629543516397?l=beijolilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Confessionáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04814574221260530723noreply@blogger.com0