tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25455488359297971232011-08-02T04:10:01.277-07:00Hot and Hard - Foto António G.Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.comBlogger821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-48615194290671466892010-11-03T08:11:00.000-07:002010-11-03T08:49:58.743-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/TNGEjVSPcVI/AAAAAAAADGo/JcDvca4Nv74/s1600/poeta-en-el-limbo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535351159558992210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/TNGEjVSPcVI/AAAAAAAADGo/JcDvca4Nv74/s400/poeta-en-el-limbo.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(foto Google Search)</span><br /><div align="center"><br />Punhetavam-lhe ideias<br />feito putas de beira de estrada<br /><br />baratas, temerárias causadoras<br />de riscos irreversíveis<br /><br />metia o verso, nem sempre<br />primando pela criação preventiva<br /><br />disseminando erupções insanas<br />abusando de locuções profanas<br />fruto de verve invasiva<br /><br />calcava o bruto e roliço<br />jogo de traços e rimas<br />feito procriador compulsório<br />que recebia soldo irrisório<br /><br />ao copular poesia<br /><br />ainda assim<br />se achava por isso bem pago<br />dando pro fumo, pro trago<br /><br />já era o que lhe valia.<br /><br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna</span> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-4861519429067146689?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-90579734900456535282010-11-03T05:57:00.000-07:002010-11-03T06:35:12.041-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/TNFkxuivQ4I/AAAAAAAADGg/-8ocuVgYtlM/s1600/11301670-md.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535316222485152642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/TNFkxuivQ4I/AAAAAAAADGg/-8ocuVgYtlM/s400/11301670-md.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> (Foto Ben Goossens)</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">aliciar<br />o mais, rupturas<br />amor e ódio<br />onde se completam<br /><br />voraz<br />esfinge que se cala<br />teu nome<br />é um rancor<br /><br />frenético<br />lisérgico, intrépido<br /><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">que na mesa<br />de um domingo<br />em família<br /><br />não é mais filha<br />do que qualquer<br /><br />outra<br />lascíva larissa<br /><br />cria da dor<br />com escárnio<br /><br />soberbo<br />brutal<br /><br /><br />poesia<br /><br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-9057973490045653528?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-74079780875045679342010-05-07T11:46:00.000-07:002010-05-07T11:53:51.023-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/S-Rhm7AktdI/AAAAAAAAC68/2Ugoh7RF1V4/s1600/JOSE+FERREIRA2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/S-Rhm7AktdI/AAAAAAAAC68/2Ugoh7RF1V4/s400/JOSE+FERREIRA2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468603168837645778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Foto José Ferreira)</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="para"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>meus riscos desfilam<br />nas bordas<br />do oco do mundo<br /><br />onde meus pés flutuam<br /><br />sem medo<br />nem culpa<br />nem zelo<br /><br />avesso<br /><br />em flerte<br />com o vazio<br /><br />afundo<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-7407978087504567934?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-3634948528160653362010-04-01T06:46:00.000-07:002010-04-01T06:51:28.695-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/S7Skx8XjypI/AAAAAAAAC5g/ZxZKlwAotL0/s1600/F.Luis.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/S7Skx8XjypI/AAAAAAAAC5g/ZxZKlwAotL0/s400/F.Luis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455166226578000530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Foto F. Luis)</span></span><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="smller"><br /></h3><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="para"> Deixa estar<br />que qualquer dia...<br /><br />ah, um dia desses qualquer<br /><br />quando ninguém mais<br />esperar o respiro fundo<br />do mais profundo<br />estar sobreposto<br />ao ser<br /><br />eu engulo de vez<br />ou vomito sobre a mesa<br />posta do café da manhã<br /><br />esse grito entalado<br />e volto, enfim:<br /><br />viver!<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-363494852816065336?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-59372949330749130412009-12-10T15:12:00.000-08:002009-12-10T15:18:17.533-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SyGBmBDyb7I/AAAAAAAAC40/nyJbemCvmUU/s1600-h/antonio+louro3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SyGBmBDyb7I/AAAAAAAAC40/nyJbemCvmUU/s400/antonio+louro3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413750717195382706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Foto Antonio Louro)</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="para"> hoje me bastaria<br />o quanto cabe<br /><br />na outra<br /><br />metade<br />da cama<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-5937294933074913041?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-57862279145331790232009-12-10T15:02:00.001-08:002009-12-10T15:02:27.353-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SyF9kfAiAlI/AAAAAAAAC4k/UoRBB2FPtKk/s1600-h/ben+goossens16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SyF9kfAiAlI/AAAAAAAAC4k/UoRBB2FPtKk/s400/ben+goossens16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413746292828537426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Foto Ben Goossens)</span></span><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="para"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Lançou seu melhor sorriso<br />como dardo lambuzado<br />no pior veneno<br /><br />corpos combalidos<br />tramados em tapete<br />ainda virgem<br />amorteceram seus passos<br /><br />caminho de subjugações<br />rumo à exultação<br />da forma perfeita<br /><br />por dentro<br />cão virulento<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-5786227914533179023?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-22001260951735291902009-11-10T05:35:00.000-08:002009-11-10T05:39:04.175-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Google search)</span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SvlsltI9o5I/AAAAAAAAC4E/rHRCMYMT6ak/s1600-h/1223160109.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402468623035769746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SvlsltI9o5I/AAAAAAAAC4E/rHRCMYMT6ak/s400/1223160109.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Há vagas<br /><br />diretrizes sórdidas<br />peçonhentas<br />prostitutas<br /><br />feito dardo<br />envenenado<br /><br />a transfixar<br />minhas percepções<br /><br />pura má influência<br />a qual rendida<br />regurgito deliciosos<br />palavrões<br /><br />boca suja<br />não pelo que<br />me entra<br /><br />a saída é que<br />me condena<br />aos grilhões<br />seletivos<br /><br />de outros<br /><br />adoráveis<br />desiguais<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-2200126095173529190?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-43728517115869819452009-10-28T05:31:00.000-07:002009-10-28T05:38:50.217-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Google search)</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Sug7OYDEc2I/AAAAAAAAC3U/mgBfeZ96aCg/s1600-h/0378.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397629271563072354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Sug7OYDEc2I/AAAAAAAAC3U/mgBfeZ96aCg/s400/0378.jpg" /></span></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Minha carne faminta<br />úmida é ácida<br /><br />teu lugar<br /><br />farta<br />sem sobras.<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-4372851711586981945?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-30486808672757758622009-10-13T14:07:00.000-07:002009-10-13T14:09:05.395-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Google search)</span></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/StTsRkUP2rI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/cUWY5z6Cgss/s1600-h/1800291.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392194440419859122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/StTsRkUP2rI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/cUWY5z6Cgss/s400/1800291.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Às pontas dos dedos<br />do falo, da língua<br />levas inteiro delírio meu<br /><br />estala um desdém<br />que não me convence<br /><br />quando sobe ao topo do mundo<br />peito inflado, por trás<br />de tênue camada de pêlos<br /><br />é coisa de macho!<br />bem sei e adoro<br /><br />a feição bruta do mau<br />que almoça donzelas<br />e janta as putas<br /><br />tapa na cara<br />unhas nas ancas<br />conduz o alucinado<br />vai-e-vem<br />dos coitos bandidos<br /><br />morres um pouco mais<br />a cada gozo<br /><br />entregas<br /><br />entre minhas coxas<br />sem luta<br /><br />o manso jazido.<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-3048680867275775862?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-30681444265310311632009-10-09T04:43:00.001-07:002009-10-09T04:45:15.147-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(FOTO DUARTE S.)</span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Ss8iIXzcycI/AAAAAAAAC2I/pJBo9fOlM_c/s1600-h/duarte+s3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390564806209882562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Ss8iIXzcycI/AAAAAAAAC2I/pJBo9fOlM_c/s400/duarte+s3.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Quebrou o salto mortal na calçada<br />e a promessa de mudar de vida<br />descalça, cuspiu a mordaça<br /><br />somente sua a sina<br /><br />o vermelho bradava<br />na boca e cobria a vulva<br />já pulsante à espera<br />de mais um invasor<br /><br />não sentia mais dor<br />quando de quatro<br />estocavam-lhe o rabo<br /><br />nem asco pelos que<br />gozavam na cara<br />sentia<br /><br />a vida fácil<br />jazia ardida<br /><br />alimentava um sonho:<br />foder por amor.<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-3068144426531031163?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-46946011353242336792009-10-07T12:59:00.000-07:002009-10-07T13:30:44.527-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Google search)</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Ssz03nNP2sI/AAAAAAAAC1g/f3csHvNJq94/s1600-h/11077_1194004448.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389952090310171330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Ssz03nNP2sI/AAAAAAAAC1g/f3csHvNJq94/s400/11077_1194004448.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sirva-me dois<br />ou três dedos<br />do teu pior<br />veneno...<br /><br />brindemos!<br /><br />como quem<br />ergue cristais<br />ao amor<br />condicionante<br /><br />que do risco<br />não temo<br /><br />ainda confio<br />no acaso<br />e sei o peso<br />exato<br />do teu corpo<br />sobre o meu.<br /><br />Malu Sant’Anna </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-4694601135324233679?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-39701667960598933752009-09-21T03:53:00.000-07:002009-09-21T03:58:27.354-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Googple search)</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SrdcMPOTEmI/AAAAAAAAC0o/VMjFHKZ9AW0/s1600-h/transa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383873244859404898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SrdcMPOTEmI/AAAAAAAAC0o/VMjFHKZ9AW0/s400/transa.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dissidentes, as pálpebras<br />recobrem os globos desertores<br /><br />meus olhos preferem ficar fechados<br /><br />o escuro induzido disfarça<br />o abuso do teu sorriso<br />cínico de único dono.<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-3970166796059893375?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-80624562533063514442009-09-15T05:38:00.000-07:002009-09-15T05:40:11.008-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Ben Grossens)</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Sq-LCEFW0rI/AAAAAAAAC0M/-s5K4GVrN7A/s1600-h/ben+goossens6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381672947303240370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Sq-LCEFW0rI/AAAAAAAAC0M/-s5K4GVrN7A/s400/ben+goossens6.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">De palavra em punho<br />tantas vezes parti<br />o mundo ao meio<br />na intemperança<br />do meu egocentrismo<br /><br />Mas meu útero<br />gritou mais alto:<br /><br />- Acorda, que ainda é hora!<br /><br />E os estilhaços de sonhos<br />cravados nas paredes<br />de minhas moradas<br /><br />refletem agora<br />uma alma remansada.<br /><br />Enquanto os pesadelos<br />são sombras apenas<br />sob as quais adormeço<br /><br />a salvo.<br /><br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8062456253306351444?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-60064136430519629072009-08-31T06:40:00.000-07:002009-08-31T06:43:19.067-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Imagem Google search)</span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SpvTP0ZS_kI/AAAAAAAACz8/r2qpX7i6VBY/s1600-h/354b_bmp.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376122848913063490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SpvTP0ZS_kI/AAAAAAAACz8/r2qpX7i6VBY/s400/354b_bmp.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sirvam-me cabeças<br />em bandejas de prata<br />ou gamelas carcomidas<br />por cupins.<br /><br />A fome é ególatra<br />e os vermes já proliferam<br />em meu oco craniano.<br /><br />E se puderem enriquecer<br />minha estante de troféus inúteis<br /><br />tragam-me almas poéticas<br />de sobremesa<br /><br />em taças de cristal<br />ou potinhos de plástico<br /><br />reciclado.<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-6006413643051962907?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-71174177437024725592009-08-25T08:49:00.000-07:002009-08-25T08:57:52.609-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Google search)</span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SpQJ2ak3mNI/AAAAAAAACzs/mbQLGrAVdXk/s1600-h/untitled14.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373931085811390674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SpQJ2ak3mNI/AAAAAAAACzs/mbQLGrAVdXk/s400/untitled14.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Rasgo em tiras a trama<br />de minha falange proscrita<br /><br />carcomida por traças<br />e outras pragas<br /><br />em trapos<br />espero teu laço<br /><br />tecido para me coser.<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-7117417743702472559?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-19807191746733320752009-08-05T12:39:00.001-07:002009-08-05T12:56:54.218-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Google search)</span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Snnjvi3ZB5I/AAAAAAAACzc/WEe78v0mevQ/s1600-h/2617581664_507acff442.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366570836941146002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Snnjvi3ZB5I/AAAAAAAACzc/WEe78v0mevQ/s400/2617581664_507acff442.jpg" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Galopas<br />em rompantes<br />invasões<br /><br />minhas etéreas<br />fantasias. <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-1980719174673332075?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-80171646540987403002009-08-05T12:31:00.001-07:002009-08-05T12:38:21.919-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Google search)</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SnnfQxe1FwI/AAAAAAAACzU/6lK44n12n9I/s1600-h/579927_vga.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366565910242203394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SnnfQxe1FwI/AAAAAAAACzU/6lK44n12n9I/s400/579927_vga.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O sentido<br />degusta<br />o toque<br /><br />ávidas<br /><br />dançam<br />línguas<br />no céu<br /><br />carmim.</span> <blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8017164654098740300?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-85410635456934587472009-08-05T12:28:00.000-07:002009-08-05T12:31:02.069-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Google search)</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Snndz9MVEqI/AAAAAAAACzM/c7eBWvlnuXo/s1600-h/uma_dose_veneno.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366564315657999010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Snndz9MVEqI/AAAAAAAACzM/c7eBWvlnuXo/s400/uma_dose_veneno.png" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">a saliva<br />suplica<br />e traga<br /><br />derrete a seiva<br /></div></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">minha preferida<br />na tua boca </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8541063545693458747?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-18428293997532062232009-08-05T12:22:00.001-07:002009-08-05T12:27:47.975-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Jingna Zhang)</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Snnc_siGgzI/AAAAAAAACzE/JbEgZO3hzv8/s1600-h/Jingna+Zhang4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366563417832719154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Snnc_siGgzI/AAAAAAAACzE/JbEgZO3hzv8/s400/Jingna+Zhang4.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ímpia, a verve<br />escorre em<br />escarlate visco.<br /><br />Ao ardor latente,<br />antagonizam<br />cubos de gelo.<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-1842829399753206223?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-88720644241224332082009-07-28T04:10:00.000-07:002009-07-28T04:19:07.896-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Mariah)</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Sm7egdfOI4I/AAAAAAAACy8/8VBPRq60pEU/s1600-h/mariah5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363468855497597826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Sm7egdfOI4I/AAAAAAAACy8/8VBPRq60pEU/s400/mariah5.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Versejam teus cascos<br />ávidos por ganharem<br />o mundo.<br /><br />A galope desenham<br />nuvens sépias<br />no desalinho<br />dos meus<br />horizontes. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8872064424122433208?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-48092669792253402442009-07-09T09:38:00.000-07:002009-07-09T09:44:58.187-07:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Google search)</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SlYeNqNEuaI/AAAAAAAACy0/Tgn-BtdNoQc/s1600-h/poison.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356502026820041122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SlYeNqNEuaI/AAAAAAAACy0/Tgn-BtdNoQc/s400/poison.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Espasmódicos</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">menstruam meus olhos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">alheios à prenhez</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">de minha boca.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-4809266979225340244?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-79248160232242029902009-06-15T10:03:00.000-07:002009-06-15T10:12:49.281-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Gonçalo)</span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SjaAwx75qCI/AAAAAAAACxI/nL2FUFmS2mo/s1600-h/rebenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347603183075698722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SjaAwx75qCI/AAAAAAAACxI/nL2FUFmS2mo/s400/rebenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Água imensa<br />revolta, salgada, fria<br /><br />vens e rebentas<br />em mim rochedo.<br /><br />Ao meio sou partida<br />por conta das tuas<br />sucessivas<br /><br />sempre<br />tão bem-vindas<br /><br />invasões.<br /><br /><br />Mau Sant'Anna</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-7924816023224202990?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-87166595565759737922009-06-15T09:48:00.000-07:002009-06-15T10:01:49.283-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Graça Loureiro)</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SjZ-XbHm8ZI/AAAAAAAACxA/o38Etkg3580/s1600-h/gra%C3%A7a+loureiro16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347600548430803346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SjZ-XbHm8ZI/AAAAAAAACxA/o38Etkg3580/s400/gra%C3%A7a+loureiro16.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Chega, por hora.<br /><br />Quero ver o avesso<br />de onde estou<br />e espiar pela fresta<br />da vida que me roubaste.<br /><br />O banquete de batráquios<br />que me serves regado<br />a cacos de vidro<br /><br />me revolta<br />as vísceras.<br /><br />Não, não me peças<br />para ser outra.<br /><br />Eu morreria<br />se matasse a puta...<br /><br />Calada<br />sou só sombra.<br /><br />Esboço...<br /><br />Uma quase morta!<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8716659556575973792?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-87810081382807051052009-06-09T10:20:00.000-07:002009-06-09T11:49:02.849-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Mariah)</span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Si6uNf2I0dI/AAAAAAAACw4/QM1U-mbjAj8/s1600-h/mariah7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345401354645459410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Si6uNf2I0dI/AAAAAAAACw4/QM1U-mbjAj8/s400/mariah7.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Se pudesse hoje<br />virava fumaça<br /><br />uma dessas<br />marijuânicas...<br /><br />Faria a cabeça<br />de alguém<br /><br />e depois,<br />seria apenas<br />cheiro doce<br /><br />numa roupa<br />colorida.<br /><br />Malu Sant’Anna </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8781008138280705105?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-27139642861777055882009-06-08T14:36:00.000-07:002009-06-08T14:46:52.621-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Elsa Mota Gomes)</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Si2FmIvTAfI/AAAAAAAACww/ztrEk14yTzM/s1600-h/elsa+mota+gomes.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345075222986031602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Si2FmIvTAfI/AAAAAAAACww/ztrEk14yTzM/s400/elsa+mota+gomes.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Contida em mim<br />tenho espasmos abafados<br />e luto incessantemente<br />contra minha própria<br />natureza<br /><br />Vou espargindo<br />de fora para dentro<br />o fel que rega<br />essa indignação<br />imprópria<br />à coletiva harmonia<br /><br />E a cada gota<br />menos de mim.<br /><br />Malu Sant’Anna<br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-2713964286177705588?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-81222403423194710952009-06-04T09:40:00.000-07:002009-06-04T10:20:42.593-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Vedran Marjanovic)</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SigB7WBrGwI/AAAAAAAACwo/AyRVn159JuU/s1600-h/vedran+marjanovic.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343523076911602434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SigB7WBrGwI/AAAAAAAACwo/AyRVn159JuU/s400/vedran+marjanovic.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Ouso,<br />mas não creio.<br /><br />Quase desisto,<br />ainda que isso<br />também não seja fácil...<br /><br />Como uma<br />mórbida necessidade<br />de desafiar a vida<br />em cada esquina<br /><br />e apostar<br />todas as cartas.<br /><br />Na manga<br />coringas conspiram<br />para me salvar.<br /><br />Malu Sant’Anna</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8122240342319471095?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-55815365463786119772009-06-01T14:33:00.000-07:002009-06-04T10:21:39.861-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Ben Goossens)</span> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SiRLS9pTGEI/AAAAAAAACwg/0ZZX1BpdmNM/s1600-h/ben+goossens12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342477847125760066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SiRLS9pTGEI/AAAAAAAACwg/0ZZX1BpdmNM/s400/ben+goossens12.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <div align="center">Às vezes fujo<br />para dentro de mim<br />onde ninguém<br />saberia me achar<br />ou ousaria...<br /><br />porque casulo de doido<br />é silêncio que ecoa...<br /><br />E a fina flor da carência afetiva<br />que me faz dependente<br />da tua atenção<br /><br />é a minha artilharia pesada<br />para abater sem piedade<br />o teu duro coração.<br /><br />Malu Sant’Anna</div><div align="center"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-5581536546378611977?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-81003066320142759382009-04-23T04:48:00.000-07:002009-04-23T06:00:42.802-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(FOTO MAURÍCIO SCHWARTTZMAN)</span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SfBmUnYI7LI/AAAAAAAACr4/R534x8BNtUc/s1600-h/espanhola2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327870863532944562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SfBmUnYI7LI/AAAAAAAACr4/R534x8BNtUc/s320/espanhola2.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Punheta pouca<br />é bobagem...<br /><br />Por isso meus peitos<br />imperfeitos<br /><br />(o esquerdo é maior<br />que o direito)<br /><br />te oferecem<br />esse caminho<br />estreito<br /><br />onde o prepúcio<br />indo e vindo, não pára<br />até que me gozes<br />na cara!<br /><br />Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8100306632014275938?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-91141008492836834252009-04-15T08:50:00.000-07:002009-04-17T06:58:11.111-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Foto Laurentiu Margalin)</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SeiKp99_TUI/AAAAAAAACq0/YvR4uEUhIks/s1600-h/Laurentiu+Margalin.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325659012979445058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SeiKp99_TUI/AAAAAAAACq0/YvR4uEUhIks/s320/Laurentiu+Margalin.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Esse pressuposto vício<br />que me ata feito corda no pescoço,<br />balançando na boca do poço,<br />tem raízes ancestrais.<br /><br />É uma iniquidade compulsiva<br />mesquinha, torpe, ingrata<br />que aos poucos vem e me mata<br />por modus operandis banais.<br /><br />Malu Sant’Anna<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-9114100849283683425?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-37712358294665287642009-04-15T04:30:00.000-07:002009-04-15T04:34:00.420-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"> (Foto Google Search)</span> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SeXFrBDTPeI/AAAAAAAACpM/zb1WdAKMPs8/s1600-h/2788119_large.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324879477242805730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SeXFrBDTPeI/AAAAAAAACpM/zb1WdAKMPs8/s320/2788119_large.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Peço-te que, caso me permitas um último pedido,<br />antes que tudo se acabe, que a vida se liquefaça<br />em gotas azedas da tua essência turva,<br /><br />que não morras hoje, meu amor,<br /><br />enquanto a chuva encharca<br />a terra que irá nos acolher.<br /><br />Porque dia de chuva<br />não é para se morrer.<br /><br />As sementes festejam,<br />o edredom nos espera<br />e há tanto ainda para<br />fazermos em nós mesmos...<br /><br />Nuvens carregadas<br />copulam com o céu<br />assim como em mim<br />estocas teu desejo carnal.<br /><br />E a lua, satélite clichê,<br />se oferece nova<br />dependurada sobre nós<br />feito testemunha voluntária<br />dessa orgia ordinária.<br /><br />Brindemos, então, com a seiva<br />de nossos fluídos corpóreos,<br />nossos sentidos etéreos,<br />e desejos insanos.<br /><br />Enquanto a chuva<br />lava e inunda o mundo lá fora<br />e faz a terra gemer...<br /><br />Malu Sant’Anna </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-3771235829466528764?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-42190640552422118132009-04-07T09:48:00.000-07:002009-04-07T09:55:49.085-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">(Foto Thomas Dunkerley)</span></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SduFWaYOydI/AAAAAAAACo8/eSm15Kxgiys/s1600-h/Thomas+Dunkerley3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321994004752943570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SduFWaYOydI/AAAAAAAACo8/eSm15Kxgiys/s320/Thomas+Dunkerley3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Quantos quilos<br />tenho comido<br />desse pão dormido<br />feito sempre da farinha<br />do mesmo saco?<br /><br />E não me sacia,<br />por mais que meta<br />goela abaixo<br /><br />pelo contrário,<br />me dá azia<br />e um mau humor<br />do caralho.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Malu Sant’Anna </span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-4219064055242211813?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-29590883948355317202009-04-02T12:38:00.000-07:002009-04-04T05:47:34.117-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SdUV1Ssf4cI/AAAAAAAACo0/RXkr73f9aOU/s1600-h/Caballos-Galopando.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SdUV1Ssf4cI/AAAAAAAACo0/RXkr73f9aOU/s320/Caballos-Galopando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320182540103836098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">(Foto Google Search)</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Meu coração<br />amanheceu<br />batendo na garganta...<br /><br />Ontem à noite ele saiu<br />correndo peito à cima<br />para alcançar um impropério<br />e tomá-los pelas rédeas.<br /><br />Agora não sabe<br />se o deixa galopar mundo à fora<br />e fazer seus estragos<br /><br />ou traz para dentro<br />de volta.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-2959088394835531720?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-14137214374927953272009-04-02T09:59:00.000-07:002009-04-02T12:31:03.271-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SdUSCIOgavI/AAAAAAAACos/rVRohwgxHzs/s1600-h/boquitias.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SdUSCIOgavI/AAAAAAAACos/rVRohwgxHzs/s320/boquitias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320178362585475826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" ><br />(Foto Boca Google Search, editada por mim)</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Tanto, sempre tanto para falar...<br />por isso as três bocas.<br /><br />a que se abre ao alimento,<br />engole, saliva, vomita<br />que ao vento semeia palavras,<br />xinga, conforta, pergunta, condena<br />que beija, lambe e suga<br />os paladares típicos<br />da carne<br /><br />a que, ainda víscera,<br />gela diante do medo<br />dá nó, embola,<br />leva pancada<br />em cada fato<br />que se sobrepõem<br />à espera<br /><br />e a que se rende<br />ao falo e o enfeitiça<br />para que o mundo<br />seja sempre mundo.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-1413721437492795327?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-73165403351672592612009-03-14T05:03:00.000-07:002009-04-28T05:44:14.386-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO GOOGLE SEARCH</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SbufZevmDCI/AAAAAAAACk8/EOMuyuCaEas/s1600-h/normal_caminhos_perfumados.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313015445511867426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SbufZevmDCI/AAAAAAAACk8/EOMuyuCaEas/s320/normal_caminhos_perfumados.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Já despenquei<br />em tantos barrancos<br />que a pele hoje é dura<br />das marcas de meus<br />descaminhos.<br /><br />Atravessei rios<br />e cidades,<br />ainda não mares,<br />mas cresci junto<br />com muitas marés<br />para saciar corpo,<br />mente, alma e<br />coração.<br /><br />E a Lua, que a tudo<br />assistia em abusadas<br />transfigurações<br />no espelho,<br />tenho certeza: </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="center"><br />foi parida pelo céu. <blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><blockquote><div align="center"></div></blockquote></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-7316540335167259261?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-67782916610053877732009-03-11T05:49:00.000-07:002009-03-11T05:56:52.574-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO X. MAIA</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Sbe038p_3YI/AAAAAAAACks/nWprxPTaZLU/s1600-h/x.maia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311913158774873474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Sbe038p_3YI/AAAAAAAACks/nWprxPTaZLU/s320/x.maia.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sempre a um passo<br />de outro caminho<br />e no meio<br />de quando em quando<br />um surto.<br /><br />Não é que<br />me dê medo,<br />só não quero<br />levar susto.<br /><br />O monstrinho<br />ainda dorme<br />a salvo<br />no quarto escuro.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Malu Sant’Anna </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-6778291661005387773?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-20666768358060320942009-03-09T04:42:00.000-07:002009-03-09T04:59:42.114-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO GOOGLE SEARCH</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SbUEaUesLWI/AAAAAAAACj0/7LXdyIL7Gqk/s1600-h/untitled10.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311156185773911394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SbUEaUesLWI/AAAAAAAACj0/7LXdyIL7Gqk/s320/untitled10.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cravadas nas tuas<br />carnes fartas,<br />minhas garras.<br /><br />Rasgo<br />para que o sumo<br />escoe<br /><br />e nele<br />aguce o gosto.<br /><br />Faminta,<br />devoro-te presa.<br /></span><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-2066676835806032094?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-34858405156896187722009-02-27T06:47:00.000-08:002009-02-27T06:57:43.470-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO KAISERINE</span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Saf_B6S1pKI/AAAAAAAACfA/yfkNKPP9UoM/s1600-h/kaiserine2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307491094172640418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Saf_B6S1pKI/AAAAAAAACfA/yfkNKPP9UoM/s320/kaiserine2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/Saf9SRie_kI/AAAAAAAACe4/VVcY0Y6aMV4/s1600-h/389.jpg"></a><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Submeta-me<br />a tua natureza<br />ordinária<br />que eu desperto<br />puta inteira<br /><br />feliz ao te servir<br />o pior e o melhor<br />de mim.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-3485840515689618772?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-47554760711515732032009-02-19T05:33:00.001-08:002009-02-19T06:06:23.564-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SZ1nFtvzuZI/AAAAAAAACdQ/gvRmsoRC51I/s1600-h/luis+mendon%C3%A7a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SZ1nFtvzuZI/AAAAAAAACdQ/gvRmsoRC51I/s320/luis+mendon%C3%A7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304509283989436818" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">FOTO LUIS MENDONÇA</span></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SZ1nFtvzuZI/AAAAAAAACdQ/gvRmsoRC51I/s1600-h/luis+mendon%C3%A7a.jpg"><blockquote></blockquote></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Inexisto em mim<br />enquanto esse silêncio abissal<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">se posta, nas tuas costas</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">que preferem ficar voltadas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sou a metade da sombra</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">que perpetra a cratera</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">aberta diante</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">de tanta indiferença</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">em comum.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hoje a luz me dói.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-4755476071151573203?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-41074925352687836242009-02-16T11:26:00.000-08:002009-02-16T12:40:16.815-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO PAULO CÉSAR</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SZnO5Xw7kSI/AAAAAAAACbo/4Z8s4U57jHk/s1600-h/paulo+c%C3%A9sar3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303497521232580898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SZnO5Xw7kSI/AAAAAAAACbo/4Z8s4U57jHk/s320/paulo+c%C3%A9sar3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Golpeia-me de chofre<br />que esse mata-mata<br />vai dar em nada mesmo...<br /><br />Estou cansada de DR,<br />de tentar mais uma vez<br />e ver tudo afinal<br />igual ou pior.<br /><br />Esqueçamos a palavra<br />e partamos<br />ao ato somatório<br />de nossas diferenças.<br /><br />Só preciso<br />que me revires por dentro<br /><br />e eu esqueço todo o resto...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-4107492535268783624?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-79388834443921958122009-02-16T09:00:00.000-08:002009-02-16T09:08:03.879-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO A. BRITO</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SZmdBnyiWfI/AAAAAAAACbY/vFngtDtxRXw/s1600-h/A.+Brito2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303442687391848946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SZmdBnyiWfI/AAAAAAAACbY/vFngtDtxRXw/s320/A.+Brito2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Meu fogo não é só fogo</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">é fome, sede, agonia.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>Labaredas de querer-te</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">em mim, alçando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">insanos voos noturnos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">no céu da tua cama.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>Eu, de tanto que gosto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">dos teus sabores, teus fluídos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">te mordo as carnes,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">te sugo o sangue, a saliva, o sêmen.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>Alimento meus sistemas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">entorpeço meus sentidos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>Te degusto, meu homem!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-7938883444392195812?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-65433642878329423172009-02-12T02:40:00.000-08:002009-02-12T02:48:33.165-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO PAULO ALMEIDA</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SZP-LL2OTjI/AAAAAAAACbQ/M_10J7gY0ag/s1600-h/paulo+almeida3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301860654457441842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SZP-LL2OTjI/AAAAAAAACbQ/M_10J7gY0ag/s320/paulo+almeida3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Hoje parece que<br />a cabeça que eu tinha<br />está oca e, no entorno craniano,<br />infinitos sensores clitóricos.<br /><br /><br />Todos os pensamentos<br />ficam roçando uns nos outros<br />e explodem<br />em súplica vulvar:<br /><br />Foda-me agora!</span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-6543364287832942317?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-70625690644847107352009-02-04T05:35:00.000-08:002009-02-04T05:39:57.854-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYmZwhFdbcI/AAAAAAAACbI/nalKw_gY020/s1600-h/A.Brito2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYmZwhFdbcI/AAAAAAAACbI/nalKw_gY020/s320/A.Brito2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298935495372139970" border="0" /></a><p style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> <span style="font-size:78%;">FOTO A. BRITO</span></o:p></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <blockquote style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">Lancei à força plena</p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">o corpo cansado</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">contra os rochedos</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">cobertos de cracas.</p><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><p></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote></blockquote><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">A pele surrada</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">pela fuligem do caminho,</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">soltou-se aos poucos</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">do apego humano</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">à carne que continha... </p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">E fiquei assim,</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">por dias, carne viva,</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">à flor de minhas culpas.</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">O sal, do mar, de mim,</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">em sua inerente assepsia,</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">permitiu-me a muda</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">e enfim, recobri-me:</p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">Nova!</p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></blockquote></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-7062569064484710735?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-79964035749448319112009-01-30T05:18:00.000-08:002009-01-30T08:24:01.596-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTOS WALTER MEDEIROS E JINGNA ZHANG</span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYL-bcYjh7I/AAAAAAAACaw/klFKHA2Qvh8/s1600-h/valter+medeiros+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297075859170232242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYL-bcYjh7I/AAAAAAAACaw/klFKHA2Qvh8/s320/valter+medeiros+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Se é para quebrar a cara<br />que seja em noite<br />de lua cheia<br />eu, Godiva, alma nua<br />galopando no teu céu...<br /><br />Que me vale tanto zelo,<br />o medo de quedas antigas<br />dos falsos amores<br />em poças rasas?<br /><br />Prefiro o risco.<br /><br />Correr por teus caminhos...<br />entre pedras e espinhos.<br />No teu sexo, minhas asas. <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-7996403574944831911?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-41443006879343156542009-01-29T10:46:00.001-08:002009-01-29T10:51:34.874-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO GRAÇA LOUREIRO</span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYH6DdoZOJI/AAAAAAAACao/wsN7-8pB1gQ/s1600-h/gra%C3%A7a+loureiro12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296789574165018770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYH6DdoZOJI/AAAAAAAACao/wsN7-8pB1gQ/s320/gra%C3%A7a+loureiro12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Eu, avião voando baixo<br />entre as muralhas<br />da civilização,<br />apaguei o risco<br />e o rabisco.<br /><br />De mim,<br />esboço. <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-4144300687934315654?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-73798777929124945022009-01-29T07:32:00.000-08:002009-08-30T07:33:19.552-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO MXAVIER</span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYHN4yo-2II/AAAAAAAACaQ/iVr45iqjeyc/s1600-h/mxavier.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296741012314445954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYHN4yo-2II/AAAAAAAACaQ/iVr45iqjeyc/s320/mxavier.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">do homem que já foi mulher<br /><br />Tenho bons cílios,<br />boa pele e alguns<br />bons filhos...<br /><br />Da mulher que um dia fui<br />ficou presa na garganta<br />uma lágrima.<br /><br />Calcificada,<br />virou pomo de Adão.<br /><br />Do pecado original,<br />sobrou-me a supremacia<br />carnal, a safadeza incontida,<br />verdadeiro instinto animal.<br /><br />Por todo o corpo<br />nasceram pelos<br />e onde eu tive seios<br />está hoje o repouso<br />das minhas presas: fêmeas!<br /><br />Os óvulos são girinos<br />que expulso em impulso<br />ejaculatório.<br /><br />A fenda se fechou<br />e do grelo que eu tinha<br />ergueu-se o pau.<br /><br />É para onde também<br />meu cérebro foi.<br /><br />Não ousaria me comer,<br />seria contra minha macheza,<br />mas comeria a mulher<br />que antes da brotação,<br />um dia cheguei a ser.<br /><br />Devoraria inteira,<br />e também suas amigas...<br /><br />Seus lábios, mamilos,<br />vulvas e bundas.<br /><br />Tudo em nome</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">do meu prazer.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-7379877792912494502?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-74913464644593972072009-01-29T04:43:00.000-08:002009-01-29T10:52:00.618-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO MARGARIDA ARAÚJO</span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYGljRlYR8I/AAAAAAAACZc/uyVhpbwA9Tw/s1600-h/margarida+ara%C3%BAjo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296696662198601666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYGljRlYR8I/AAAAAAAACZc/uyVhpbwA9Tw/s320/margarida+ara%C3%BAjo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Espalma o toque<br />com teu instinto<br />faminto em meus<br />meandros carnais.<br /><br />Saliva tua<br />boca na minha<br />enquanto brindamos<br />à rega de um coquetel<br />de hormônios.<br /><br />Teu cheiro, assim<br />do mamilo, à beira<br />quanta vontade me causa<br />de te servir para mim.<br /><br />Desperta explosivos<br />impulsos primitivos<br /><br />do gozo que<br />me nasce nos olhos,<br />do sonoro gemido,<br />do másculo aroma<br />e teu gosto... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />o preferido<br />do meu paladar.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Malu Sant’Anna</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-7491346464459397207?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-44822739667497389632009-01-29T04:26:00.000-08:002009-01-29T10:52:25.852-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO JOSÉ VIEIRA</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYGhkltyDtI/AAAAAAAACZU/zp4Zj-EsqMU/s1600-h/jos%C3%A9+vieira.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296692286735912658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYGhkltyDtI/AAAAAAAACZU/zp4Zj-EsqMU/s320/jos%C3%A9+vieira.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Aos ególatras, não há limites.<br /><br />O céu e a terra são apenas altares<br />para o culto a si mesmos.<br /><br />E, àqueles que se opõem<br />ao estrelismo nauseabundo<br />das putanas revestidas<br />de poesia conspurcada,<br />uno-me em coro:<br /><br />Fodam-se pérfidas! <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-4482273966749738963?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-43748328551869581272009-01-29T04:05:00.001-08:002009-01-29T04:24:33.877-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO PAULO FRANCO</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYGfwR9jvQI/AAAAAAAACZM/pp2oTFQdHqM/s1600-h/paulo+franco2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296690288568548610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYGfwR9jvQI/AAAAAAAACZM/pp2oTFQdHqM/s320/paulo+franco2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Um segundo estrondoso<br />que me valha insistir...<br /><br />Qual navalha<br />que à carne serve<br />verve ao despertar.<br /><br />Sou magnólia tocada pelo vento,<br />esquife da minha agonia<br />à espera do jardineiro<br />para enfim poder sorrir.<br /><br />Não, ainda não<br />estou pronta para desistir.<br /><br />Ainda tenho escroto<br />mesmo tendo sido<br />castrada ao renascer,<br />ao me parir fêmea,<br />minha mãe.<br /><br />Tenho nas mãos<br />atadas pela cinesia<br />intermitente da vida<br />a chave do tempo.<br /><br />Meu tempo.<br /><br />Descobrir...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Malu Sant’Anna</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-4374832855186958127?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-87067552637270470512009-01-29T03:52:00.000-08:002009-01-29T10:52:51.668-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO PAULO FRANCO</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYGZHuBgMbI/AAAAAAAACZE/wE7g-5tmUVo/s1600-h/paulo+franco.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296682994656883122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SYGZHuBgMbI/AAAAAAAACZE/wE7g-5tmUVo/s320/paulo+franco.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Sob meus pés de tecido,<br />monstros desnudos, vencidos.</span> <blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8706755263727047051?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-43790686353298635022009-01-27T07:30:00.000-08:002009-01-27T07:59:08.859-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO GRAÇA LOUREIRO</span></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SX8pf80NmbI/AAAAAAAACY8/yWwDl3Bfouk/s1600-h/gra%C3%A7a+loureiro10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295997315688798642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SX8pf80NmbI/AAAAAAAACY8/yWwDl3Bfouk/s320/gra%C3%A7a+loureiro10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O silêncio oco </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">na mortalha </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">justificava o fim. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></blockquote>Entretanto, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">não estava <span style="font-family:verdana;">pronta </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">para desistir</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">. </span></span></div></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Não ainda.</span></div></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></blockquote><div align="center">Sulquei o chão </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">com o peso </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">de minhas </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">derrotas.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Desencapei </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">o fio alcançado. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Um toque apenas... </span></div><br /><blockquote><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tremor extremo.</p><blockquote></blockquote><p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></p><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></blockquote><p align="center">Lançada à distância, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">caí estatelada...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><blockquote><p align="center"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Finalmente eu estava </span></p></blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Viva!</span></p></blockquote></blockquote></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></blockquote><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-4379068635329863502?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-38886437834616902732009-01-26T03:38:00.000-08:002009-01-26T03:43:23.089-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO MIGUEL RITA</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SX2hozLgYYI/AAAAAAAACY0/L9TK_BgoiPE/s1600-h/miguel+rita.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295566459162878338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SX2hozLgYYI/AAAAAAAACY0/L9TK_BgoiPE/s320/miguel+rita.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">A lua estava divina, imensa,<br />ainda que só metade<br />refletisse o brilho do sol<br />em um amarelo perturbador.<br /><br />Pendia como se fosse<br />escapar pelo rasgo do céu.<br /><br />Eu viajava por fora,<br />pedalando ao seu encontro,<br />e por dentro,<br />onde o whisky paraguaio<br />e a cannabis me eximiam<br />de qualquer possível lucidez.<br /><br />Assim, louca, livre e feliz<br />pela primeira vez eu vi<br />o céu grávido da lua.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-3888643783461690273?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-66236850749768573022009-01-19T03:37:00.000-08:002009-01-19T03:41:06.619-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO SIG PEREIRA</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SXRmWau3C2I/AAAAAAAACYc/6faH-3eUfWQ/s1600-h/sig+pereira3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292967997386197858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SXRmWau3C2I/AAAAAAAACYc/6faH-3eUfWQ/s320/sig+pereira3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Teus lábios</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">hemisférios. <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Para mim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">são sempre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">carne nova. <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-6623685074976857302?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-27029945780652304472009-01-19T03:13:00.000-08:002009-01-19T03:29:43.981-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO ANTONIO LOURO</span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SXRjnulJUFI/AAAAAAAACYU/OUh1UKqoXfY/s1600-h/antonio+louro2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292964996237054034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SXRjnulJUFI/AAAAAAAACYU/OUh1UKqoXfY/s320/antonio+louro2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Cada pequena porção<br />deste corpo que te sirvo<br />em seda e rendas brancas </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">foi temperado<br />com teus aromas<br />e sabores preferidos. <blockquote></blockquote><br />Unicamente para<br />o teu paladar. <blockquote></blockquote><br />Sei que é de carne<br />tua fome voraz<br />e teu limite é<br />a fartura. <blockquote></blockquote><br />Por isso tanto. <blockquote></blockquote></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-2702994578065230447?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-30101320080832992152009-01-19T02:30:00.000-08:002009-01-19T03:13:16.125-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SXRgOb9jixI/AAAAAAAACYM/l-andxIJdBw/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292961263207549714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SXRgOb9jixI/AAAAAAAACYM/l-andxIJdBw/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SXRdgBPJQ4I/AAAAAAAACX8/yqtRV7tOnx0/s1600-h/gra%C3%A7a+loureiro8.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">O sorriso</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">me sangra</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">em rendas</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">negras e brancas...</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;">É tudo ou nada,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">de mãos atadas</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">nas costas</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">suadas...</span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;">E mais uma vez,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">a um passo do fim,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">perdida em mim</span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;">no resquício sombrio</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">da insana certeza...</span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;">posta à mesa,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">eu serei o jantar!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Malu Sant'Anna</span><br /><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-3010132008083299215?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-11053078986213733402009-01-15T03:49:00.000-08:002009-01-15T03:55:22.803-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO FELIPE PEREIRA</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SW8jsiBF4aI/AAAAAAAACX0/Utv5Ft8dluk/s1600-h/felipe+pereira.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291487335136223650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SW8jsiBF4aI/AAAAAAAACX0/Utv5Ft8dluk/s320/felipe+pereira.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">(Egocentrismo explícito) <blockquote></blockquote></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Castrada na fecundação,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">menina, cheia de culpas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">escondia a masturbação</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">em leves toques</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">sob o lençol, temendo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">um castigo severo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">da Virgem que a tudo via,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">pendurada na parede do quarto.</div><blockquote></blockquote><div align="center"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Do homem que já fui</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">herdei a safadeza incontida</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">que no pensamento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">trazia a Virgem </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">para que lambesse</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">meus mamilos. <blockquote></blockquote></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Do pau, ficou o grelo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">das bolas, ovários,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ainda bem que dos pelos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">poucos restaram</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e nada de pés grandes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e pomo de Adão. <blockquote></blockquote></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Os peitos são seios, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">sempre ávidos por sucção. <blockquote></blockquote></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">E hoje, já mulher feita,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">possuo-me de quatro,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">bato forte em minhas ancas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e soco no mais fundo que posso</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">até arrancar orgasmos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">múltiplos de mim. <blockquote></blockquote></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Se fosse homem ainda,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">por certo me comeria também. <blockquote></blockquote></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-1105307898621373340?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-54555413269029867092009-01-08T04:46:00.000-08:002009-01-09T06:59:10.466-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO AMANDA COM</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SWX3H6FN6pI/AAAAAAAACXU/-wfg6dJP9go/s1600-h/Amanda+com.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288905052638800530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SWX3H6FN6pI/AAAAAAAACXU/-wfg6dJP9go/s320/Amanda+com.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Ando pelas tampas... sempre na pressão.</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>Vontade louca de sair pelo mundo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">andar por veredas novas, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">jamais vistas ou pisadas...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>É como se eu sempre precisasse</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">de mais um trago, uma tragada,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">um gole de café amargo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">mais um orgasmo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>E mar... sinto como se </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">sempre precisasse de mais.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>E onde a falta me absorve</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">sobra sempre uma lacuna.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>A vida clama por mim:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>Viva!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></span></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-5455541326902986709?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-34933339938905975112009-01-06T09:05:00.000-08:002009-01-06T10:14:57.145-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO DDiARTE</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SWOP_IaRbgI/AAAAAAAACWs/_uG68pwD6mI/s1600-h/DDiArte5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288228702215302658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SWOP_IaRbgI/AAAAAAAACWs/_uG68pwD6mI/s320/DDiArte5.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Corpos jazem </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">combalidos </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">na mítica </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">convalescência</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">abstinente.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>Trocaram vícios </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">recorrentes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">por um novo: </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">o não viver.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>Terapias falhas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">dão nisso.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></blockquote>São muito eficazes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">no fabrico</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">de mortos-vivos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></blockquote>Malu Sant'Anna</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-3493333993890597511?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-74017744409155886322009-01-05T03:17:00.001-08:002009-01-05T03:20:13.068-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Foto DDiArte</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SWHsrR51k7I/AAAAAAAACWU/Hlf8rHyaj7w/s1600-h/DDiArte9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287767665794192306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SWHsrR51k7I/AAAAAAAACWU/Hlf8rHyaj7w/s320/DDiArte9.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Escapo em meandro,<br />escopo libertino<br />de alma penada.<br /><br />Não te peço nada<br />tampouco me dou<br /><br />apenas exponho<br />entre as coxas roliças<br />meu preferido</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">lugar de brincar.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-7401774440915588632?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-16785803330700570302009-01-05T02:29:00.000-08:002009-01-27T08:02:56.712-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO VIOLETA TEIXEIRA/PANDORA</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SWHoBVXVFPI/AAAAAAAACWM/hTursjxC9Iw/s1600-h/violeta+teixeira.Pandora.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287762547122181362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SWHoBVXVFPI/AAAAAAAACWM/hTursjxC9Iw/s320/violeta+teixeira.Pandora.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Faz-me presa tua<br />e eu me sinto solta<br />aberta, inteira.<br /></span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;">Desperta<br />na tua rigidez peniana<br />o meu furor clitórico.<br /></span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;">Atemporais,<br />prazeres carnais...<br /></span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;">E eu esqueço tudo<br />para experimentar o pleno.<br /></span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;">O mundo inteiro cabe<br />entre minhas pernas.<br /><br />E tudo o que importa agora<br />é pulsar enquanto jorras.<br /></span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Malu Sant'Anna</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-1678580333070057030?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-42095062073466093942008-12-05T07:25:00.000-08:002009-01-05T03:24:47.388-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO JOSÉ FERREIRA</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SWHtjVcJYNI/AAAAAAAACWc/hEJF05NNIZ4/s1600-h/JOSE+FERREIRA4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287768628816077010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SWHtjVcJYNI/AAAAAAAACWc/hEJF05NNIZ4/s320/JOSE+FERREIRA4.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Venho encharcada</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de uma fadiga viciante...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></blockquote>Impregnada de vazio,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">transpiro inquietude.</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></blockquote><div align="center">Regurgito impropérios.</div><div align="center"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fecho os olhos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></blockquote>Dentro vejo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tudo parece </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">estar </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">melhor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">agora. <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-4209506207346609394?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-6924685803831250882008-12-03T07:47:00.000-08:002008-12-03T09:24:16.599-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO LIBÉLULA DDiARTE<br />FOTO PERNAS CÉSAR DE OLIVEIRA</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/STbAUH_YaMI/AAAAAAAACU8/RnGbaLJ8RfE/s1600-h/PERNAS+E+LIBELULA2+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275615465485920450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/STbAUH_YaMI/AAAAAAAACU8/RnGbaLJ8RfE/s320/PERNAS+E+LIBELULA2+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /></span></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Vítima do meu ardil,</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">capturado </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sob jura </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de satisfação </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">plena,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">entre minhas coxas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">jaz meu homem,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">esvaído </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">em esperma</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e suor.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-692468580383125088?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-27192652695071792102008-11-27T06:02:00.001-08:002008-11-27T06:10:27.960-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO DUARTE S.</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SS6pZ2-3c1I/AAAAAAAACTc/I-8UsnxRXao/s1600-h/duarte+s2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273338475418448722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SS6pZ2-3c1I/AAAAAAAACTc/I-8UsnxRXao/s320/duarte+s2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Das muitas facetas</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dessa minha alma mutante</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hoje estou </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">assumidamente clichê,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">lugar comum, chuva no molado...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Requentado de ilusão,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">esse é o prato do dia.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-2719265269507179210?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-63495475133410833272008-11-27T05:52:00.000-08:002008-11-27T05:53:01.289-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quando o boi vem, a vaca fica sem lambida.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-6349547513341083327?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-4906363289813657632008-11-26T11:03:00.000-08:002008-11-26T11:21:22.494-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SS2hbUydjFI/AAAAAAAACTU/lHB2CdiDrwI/s1600-h/vulcaohavaiefe_TL.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273048229529619538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SS2hbUydjFI/AAAAAAAACTU/lHB2CdiDrwI/s320/vulcaohavaiefe_TL.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Profusão de versos,</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de sentidos, ressentidos caldos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que dariam uma bela sopa de letrinhas.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mas é minha a vontade</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e dela sei pouco ainda...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sei que é madura,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e pode até mesmo ser tardia,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">amarga e estranha, talvez,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mas não é por nada vazia.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E por descer pelo flanco</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">feito lava flamejante,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">sulcando a verve, verborreia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">como se fosse a poesia</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">às vezes a vontade me fere,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">queima e mutila quando se cria.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-490636328981365763?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-52518059503553407142008-11-26T06:54:00.000-08:002008-11-26T07:13:20.212-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO DE BASE: MARIA MARQUES</span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SS1nSL51-9I/AAAAAAAACTM/q-fNz9gNEII/s1600-h/maria+marques2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272984300851428306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SS1nSL51-9I/AAAAAAAACTM/q-fNz9gNEII/s320/maria+marques2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sofro, vezes mais que gostaria,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dessa praga sensorial</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que é o umbigocentrismo.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O pior, o que mais em mim dói,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">é a lei do retorno...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Faço inferno na vida </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dos que estão ao redor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e em mim, do lado de dentro.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-5251805950355340714?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-68657844934814965572008-11-26T05:14:00.000-08:002008-11-27T04:45:28.161-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO MAURO A. BORGES</span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SS1ifsIUDjI/AAAAAAAACTE/UfwyMYEScBs/s1600-h/mauro+a.+borges.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272979035282214450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SS1ifsIUDjI/AAAAAAAACTE/UfwyMYEScBs/s320/mauro+a.+borges.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Umedecida desço</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e páro em teu extremo rijo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que sugo, veementemente.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As bocas derramam desejo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(a de cima e a de baixo)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e eu quero te engolir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sem mastigar, assim, inteiro.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Úmida, toda estou</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">da cabeça aos pés</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de suor, sal, saliva,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e de sêmen, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">somente o teu</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que quando em mim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">jorra viscoso</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">passa então a ser meu.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-6865784493481496557?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-21895852719408742142008-11-21T09:33:00.000-08:002008-11-21T09:43:25.007-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSbzHiW9NGI/AAAAAAAACS8/wVzDtIbwF2E/s1600-h/algemada%2Bm%25C3%25A3os%2Bnas%2Bcostas2%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271167724691469410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSbzHiW9NGI/AAAAAAAACS8/wVzDtIbwF2E/s320/algemada%2Bm%25C3%25A3os%2Bnas%2Bcostas2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">S u b v e r s ã o !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-2189585271940874214?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-18488658249727740622008-11-21T08:54:00.000-08:002008-11-28T04:21:31.218-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO PEREIRA LOPES</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSbpbqqRrFI/AAAAAAAACS0/deCS5rDALXs/s1600-h/pereiralopes3peb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271157075401092178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSbpbqqRrFI/AAAAAAAACS0/deCS5rDALXs/s320/pereiralopes3peb.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> dilacerado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">exacerbado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">extremo <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">esse momento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">em que o vazio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">é tão imenso <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que parece </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">querer me engolir <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-1848865824972774062?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-77345300059316160382008-11-20T04:36:00.001-08:002008-11-20T04:42:28.327-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO MARIAH</span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSVa8OuSy3I/AAAAAAAACSs/AQxDuJab2pc/s1600-h/mariah2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270718929697950578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSVa8OuSy3I/AAAAAAAACSs/AQxDuJab2pc/s320/mariah2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bom mesmo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">é jorrar em terra árida!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-7734530005931616038?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-69202142242137663852008-11-20T02:14:00.000-08:002008-11-20T02:18:38.948-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSU5JZEriaI/AAAAAAAACSk/SJSzKrdjcN8/s1600-h/boquinha.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270681772419156386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSU5JZEriaI/AAAAAAAACSk/SJSzKrdjcN8/s320/boquinha.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> A minha boca pequena fica imensa<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">quando quer sugar tuas intumescências.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-6920214224213766385?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-88634178024345028282008-11-19T07:56:00.000-08:002008-11-19T08:00:54.803-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO JO</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSQ3W17BZ8I/AAAAAAAACSc/IkZNrdTLPMc/s1600-h/JOSE%C2%B4FERREIRA4.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">SÉ FERREIRA</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSQ3W17BZ8I/AAAAAAAACSc/IkZNrdTLPMc/s1600-h/JOSE%C2%B4FERREIRA4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270398329501607874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSQ3W17BZ8I/AAAAAAAACSc/IkZNrdTLPMc/s320/JOSE%C2%B4FERREIRA4.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quedo-me diante do inevitável...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O irresistível prazer de copular contigo!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Malu Sant'Anna</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8863417802434502828?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-35560536721121301182008-11-19T07:44:00.001-08:002008-11-19T07:46:53.747-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO CRISTYE</span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSQ0i0JaRKI/AAAAAAAACSM/OpgoJ4cAsAU/s1600-h/cristye.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395236648633506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSQ0i0JaRKI/AAAAAAAACSM/OpgoJ4cAsAU/s320/cristye.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> A b u s a - m e !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Malu Sant'Anna</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-3556053672112130118?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-84917637932045596002008-11-19T07:29:00.000-08:002008-11-19T07:43:18.968-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO PAULO CÉSAR</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSQy_9Yh9RI/AAAAAAAACSE/Igm4TBhe-iA/s1600-h/paulo+c%C3%A9sar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270393538320921874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SSQy_9Yh9RI/AAAAAAAACSE/Igm4TBhe-iA/s320/paulo+c%C3%A9sar.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Somos agora corpos esvaidos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">escombros da conjunção carnal ilimitada...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Malu Sant'Anna</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8491763793204559600?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-18766819561053260472008-11-18T01:20:00.000-08:002008-11-18T01:46:55.488-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. Falo muito</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2. Falo alto</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3. Falo palavrão e gosto de putarias</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">4. Choro à toa</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">5. Paparico meus amigos descaradamente</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">6. Fecho a cara para quem não gosto</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">7. Detesto que me testem, me usem, me julguem</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">8. Sou teimosa</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">9. Sou ciumenta</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">10. Vou ao banheiro com a porta aberta </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">11. Faço xixi no box</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">12. Como muito</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">13. Como rapa de panela</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">14. Sou fumante</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">15. Sou abusada</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">16. Sou manhosa</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">17. Sofro de "umbigocentrismo" de vez em quando</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">18. Tenho TPM todo mês</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">19. Trabalho muito</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">20. Ganho pouco</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 motivo para querer a minha amizade</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Não sei fingir sentimentos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant’Anna</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-1876681956105326047?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-89207198013812863182008-11-13T15:12:00.000-08:002008-11-13T15:15:21.065-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO RENATO O SOUZA</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SRy0mjTxloI/AAAAAAAACPM/5pdnDRA1Q9I/s1600-h/Renato+O+Souza.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268284238522848898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SRy0mjTxloI/AAAAAAAACPM/5pdnDRA1Q9I/s320/Renato+O+Souza.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> A palavra se disfarça de chibata</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">em tempos de cólera.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Malu Sant'Anna</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8920719801381286318?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-87095339007351575362008-11-11T11:06:00.000-08:002008-11-12T01:52:20.500-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SRnfaROLxFI/AAAAAAAACOs/qN8XlyqNheU/s1600-h/Sem+T%C3%ADtulo-1+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> "Profícua, a palavra livre penetra feito falo rijo e lambuza as bucetas ocas, jorrando nelas a poesia previamente condenada".</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-8709533900735157536?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-55438103245486869132008-11-07T01:48:00.000-08:002008-11-07T01:57:36.904-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO MARIA DE FÁTIMA SILVEIRA</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SRQPnbG6GCI/AAAAAAAACNw/Ei5lqB3CAas/s1600-h/maria+de+f%C3%A1tima+silveira.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265851034268997666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SRQPnbG6GCI/AAAAAAAACNw/Ei5lqB3CAas/s320/maria+de+f%C3%A1tima+silveira.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> No prostíbulo do Pavão, qualquer puta que recebesse mais atenção do que a cauda do patrão era sumariamente execrada.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Malu Sant'Anna</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-5543810324548686913?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-55281023485172590682008-11-06T04:45:00.000-08:002009-01-27T08:05:26.103-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO J. P. SOUSA</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SRLw5dZiQ1I/AAAAAAAACNg/CGuNYg6CdGc/s1600-h/jp+sousa1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265535784284472146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SRLw5dZiQ1I/AAAAAAAACNg/CGuNYg6CdGc/s320/jp+sousa1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SRLnvoYEceI/AAAAAAAACNY/FuTAf-fvWsw/s1600-h/rodrigo+lopes.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ah, não me venha ostentar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">essa rigidez abusiva,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">fálica, provocativa,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">enquanto ainda</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">inflamam nossos ânimos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">contra nós mesmos.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Esquece as rusgas, a raiva e o resto...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Agora vem, indefeso te entrega</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">eu proponho uma trégua</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Vamos nos consumir...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></blockquote></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Malu Sant'Anna</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-5528102348517259068?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-17694091957140582532008-10-31T10:14:00.000-07:002008-10-31T10:21:05.195-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FOTO HELDER VASCONCELOS</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SQs9dfuU7HI/AAAAAAAACHA/Z1wrugOu6OI/s1600-h/Helder+Vasconcelos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263368166453865586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SQs9dfuU7HI/AAAAAAAACHA/Z1wrugOu6OI/s320/Helder+Vasconcelos.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Olha-me </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">sem tocar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">com as mãos...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Toca-me apenas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">com a fome</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">do teu olhar.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-1769409195714058253?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-38601512221100632632008-10-30T09:35:00.000-07:002008-10-30T09:46:12.123-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO ORDILEI CALDEIRAS</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SQnigw-5J-I/AAAAAAAACD4/J4MVunrPjNM/s1600-h/ordilei+caldeira.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262986692091520994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SQnigw-5J-I/AAAAAAAACD4/J4MVunrPjNM/s320/ordilei+caldeira.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O desejo é uma fenda</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que se abre e se fecha</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">por onde passa a essência</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">numa viscosidade viva.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Depois que em mim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">infiltraram-se teus fluidos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">minha porta </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">sempre está aberta</span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-3860151222110063263?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-33253874545523803152008-10-28T06:42:00.000-07:002009-01-27T08:07:17.670-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO FERNANDA NOGUEIRA</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SQcXjFhku1I/AAAAAAAACBU/UafiesfDx2U/s1600-h/Red+Sandals+Fernanda+Nogueira.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262200581151570770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SQcXjFhku1I/AAAAAAAACBU/UafiesfDx2U/s320/Red+Sandals+Fernanda+Nogueira.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Dispo-me de angústias anteriores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dos velhos e falsos amores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">da minha vida vazia <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Para receber os teus sabores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">teus aromas, tuas cores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tua deliciante cinesia <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E consumir os teus teores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sem amarras, sem pudores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ser, enfim, tua vadia! <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Malu Sant'Anna</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-3325387454552380315?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545548835929797123.post-63226090500666584602008-10-27T08:02:00.000-07:002008-10-27T08:18:21.890-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SQXbM1G-ivI/AAAAAAAACAg/2tQbZ6Rw1wk/s1600-h/babi+savoini.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261852753113549554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3irQ0SchBp4/SQXbM1G-ivI/AAAAAAAACAg/2tQbZ6Rw1wk/s320/babi+savoini.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">FOTO BABI SAVOINI</span> <div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tuas formas esculpidas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">com capricho, com primor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">são as formas mais perfeitas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que meu corpo visitou.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Na tua boca, minha saliva</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">na minha, o gosto teu.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Em teu peito, meu repouso</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">em teus braços, meu Morfeu.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nas tuas coxas eu deliro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">grossas, fortes, tão viris</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Em teu sexo extasio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">agarrada em teus quadris.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quando em mim </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">teu rijo membro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">se instala, entra e sai</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">eu deliro loucamente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">quero sempre,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sempre mais!</span></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Malu Sant'Anna<br /></div></span><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545548835929797123-6322609050066658460?l=minhasintumescencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730185935728351838noreply@blogger.com4