tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53249491202387232212011-08-07T02:04:36.684-07:00À Flor da Pelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09599719293506610214noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324949120238723221.post-66569266904652117172009-02-24T15:28:00.000-08:002009-02-24T15:38:29.604-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SaSDSMO4HDI/AAAAAAAAACI/xelYjUQiVgA/s1600-h/pintura.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306510609493793842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SaSDSMO4HDI/AAAAAAAAACI/xelYjUQiVgA/s320/pintura.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Fantasias...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Junto-me à multidão dos aflitos,<br />Fantasiados do brilho da ilusão,<br />Assim podemos soltar os gritos,<br />Sem culpa, sem dar explicação...<br /><br />Enfeito-me, como tantos, da cor<br />Que a mentira leva no disfarce,<br />Misturando no riso a mesma dor<br />Escorrido o ano todo pela face...<br /><br />E quando esse povo se dispersa...<br />Ao som do silêncio do tamborim,<br />Meu lado solitário quer conversa...<br /><br />Repreende o meu juízo sem jeito...<br />E da purpurina que ficou em mim<br />Salpica estrelas sobre meu leito!<br /><br />Telma Moreira </span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324949120238723221-6656926690465211717?l=telmamoreira09.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>À Flor da Pelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09599719293506610214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324949120238723221.post-64169255606127832752009-02-21T11:52:00.000-08:002009-02-21T12:20:36.790-08:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SaBdS3q4HKI/AAAAAAAAACA/016-9-6xwAs/s1600-h/mascara+rosto+pintado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305342939805260962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SaBdS3q4HKI/AAAAAAAAACA/016-9-6xwAs/s320/mascara+rosto+pintado.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em><strong>É carnaval...<br /><br />Teria eu guardado,<br />Alguma fantasia<br />Que tenha sobrado<br />De qualquer alegoria<br />Do meu passado?<br /><br />Só vejo no fundo<br />Do armário vazio,<br />Um traje imundo<br />De mofo e de frio,<br />Do tempo oriundo...<br /><br />Deixo-o às traças<br />Da tola lembrança...<br />São fúteis fumaças<br />De veste esperança,<br />Bordando pirraças...<br /><br />Cubro-me do nada,<br />Enfeito-me do riso,<br />Na máscara pintada...<br />Confetes ora piso,<br />Pra nua ser levada...<br /><br />Telma Moreira </strong></em></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324949120238723221-6416925560612783275?l=telmamoreira09.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>À Flor da Pelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09599719293506610214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324949120238723221.post-34349867558438059912009-01-30T21:25:00.000-08:002009-01-30T21:59:44.639-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SYPnrAh6F1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/0MylOjuwB70/s1600-h/casal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297332312780445522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SYPnrAh6F1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/0MylOjuwB70/s320/casal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>DEPOIS DO AMOR...<br /><br />Enquanto repousas<br />Sobre meu corpo saciado,<br />Percorro teu corpo suado<br />Com dedos leves e toques sutis<br />A te agradecer por ser tão feliz!<br /><br />Enquanto madornas,<br />Sinto tua respiração ardente<br />E as batidas de teu coração cadente...<br />Então, te digo coisas que não ouves<br />E te falo de sonhos que nunca soubes...<br /><br />Enquanto descansas...<br />Depois de nosso amor louco,<br />Forte e suave, de tudo um pouco,<br />Satisfeita e agradada, desperta proponho...<br />E no beijo te enalteço, te amo, te sonho!<br /><br />Enquanto viajas,<br />Entre o prazer e o cansaço,<br />Cuido de ti e te envolvo em meus braços...<br />Sorrio das lágrimas, te faço poesia,<br />Na espera que a noite possa ver o dia...<br /><br />E, enquanto tu vais...<br />Eu fico! Mas, não sós...<br />Corpo e alma não se separam jamais!<br />Quando partes, me leva contigo...<br />E, quando não vou... ficas comigo!<br /><br />Telma Moreira </strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324949120238723221-3434986755843805991?l=telmamoreira09.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>À Flor da Pelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09599719293506610214noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324949120238723221.post-83523325630091844342009-01-27T14:00:00.001-08:002009-01-27T14:07:32.075-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SX-FJBEjVcI/AAAAAAAAABo/fHkfZeKoLYU/s1600-h/Mulher+(431).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296098076763837890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SX-FJBEjVcI/AAAAAAAAABo/fHkfZeKoLYU/s320/Mulher+(431).jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">DESVIO</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Telma Moreira</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Hoje amanheci em chuva...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Acordei em pedaços,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">C’alma em dores,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Sem almejar espaços...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">E transcorri em fios as horas,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Sem encontrar abrigos,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Nem discernir amigos,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Que me fizesse afagos...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Vem a noite, o dia vai...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">E o anseio de findar meus ais...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Desmaiar de beijos,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Adormecer em desejos...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Um chamego, um apreço,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Qualquer coisa ao fim do dia,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Que afugente a nostalgia,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Do solitário corpo...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Ah, quem dera... nada muda!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Enquanto a vida impede</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Meu coração de sorrir...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Derramo a dor do peito,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Ajeito o cabelo desfeito,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Limpo as cinzas do cinzeiro,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">Vou me arrumar... e sair!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324949120238723221-8352332563009184434?l=telmamoreira09.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>À Flor da Pelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09599719293506610214noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324949120238723221.post-39896325184542694092009-01-27T13:52:00.000-08:002009-01-27T13:57:41.146-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SX-CZMG1neI/AAAAAAAAABY/7lg-eI-g9-Y/s1600-h/Casais+(109).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296095056069238242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SX-CZMG1neI/AAAAAAAAABY/7lg-eI-g9-Y/s320/Casais+(109).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">EROTISMO</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Telma Moreira</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Cobre-se do rubro no corpo ardente...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Em leito escuro, solitário e quente,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Onde fez-se noite e madrugada</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">E o sono esperado não tem morada...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">As mãos indóceis percorrem inábeis...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Nos desejos insanos e inconfessáveis</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">A tocar a pele e os contornos tensos...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Ouvindo silêncio e palpitar imensos!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Contorcida em ritmo brando e lento,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Num turbilhão de sentir e de vontade...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Incesto, querer fazer amor com a saudade...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Na luta contra esse demônio hilário...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Não há anjos quaisquer que lhe deem alento</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">E já, leve-a ao êxtase, o macho imaginário!</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324949120238723221-3989632518454269409?l=telmamoreira09.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>À Flor da Pelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09599719293506610214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324949120238723221.post-24714682232488961362009-01-27T13:45:00.000-08:002009-01-27T13:59:41.619-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SX-A9j7zkUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PzXURTpatf8/s1600-h/0+(415).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296093481917452610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SX-A9j7zkUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PzXURTpatf8/s320/0+(415).JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>VÉSPERA</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>Telma Moreira</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong><br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>Quem é você...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>que rodeia meu bloqueio e remexe em minha rotina?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>Quem é você...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>que insiste em satisfazer desejos já não sonhados?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>Quem é você...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>que invade meu mundo de muros derrubados?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>Quem é você...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>que persiste em roubar meu tempo de sono escasso?...</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>Há muito ando perdida e não me procuro mais!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>E você vem querendo despertar a parte que dorme, acordada...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>Há tanto de mistério em você, em mim, nesse encontro...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>Você chega para fazer ressurgir o medo...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>Um medo inexplicável, imenso, insensato, absurdo...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>O medo de reagir...de ser...ou de querer...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>Um medo infindo de ousar...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"><strong>E você, quem será?...</strong></span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324949120238723221-2471468223248896136?l=telmamoreira09.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>À Flor da Pelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09599719293506610214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324949120238723221.post-20126619492385285932009-01-27T13:35:00.000-08:002009-01-27T13:45:26.010-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SX-AAdsG-TI/AAAAAAAAABI/bscoE0xVnKo/s1600-h/costura.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296092432268982578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SX-AAdsG-TI/AAAAAAAAABI/bscoE0xVnKo/s320/costura.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>TRIBUTO À MINHA MÃE!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Telma Moreira</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Toca... e toca seu pé, a costureira,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>No pedal de sua máquina penhorada...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Até que as peças formem uma montoeira</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>De tons e cores, por sobre a bancada...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Balança os pés, em ritmo tão igual</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Que as pernas doem e a vista cansa,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Parecendo sofrer de algum mal...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Embora sua vontade não descansa...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>E quando a entrega lhe imputa</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>O pagamento de míseras moedas...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Ainda lhe resta o sorriso da melancolia...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Por bendita ser esta labuta,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Que lhe benzem o pão de cada dia...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>E garante a escola de cada filha!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324949120238723221-2012661949238528593?l=telmamoreira09.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>À Flor da Pelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09599719293506610214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324949120238723221.post-91921235325069102292009-01-27T13:22:00.000-08:002009-01-27T13:33:08.561-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SX98tx14MbI/AAAAAAAAABA/dltUbUB4QTM/s1600-h/Mulher+(710).bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296088812726268338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ytf7ofvSMok/SX98tx14MbI/AAAAAAAAABA/dltUbUB4QTM/s320/Mulher+(710).bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong>ESCULTURA</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong>Telma Moreira</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong>És estátua talhada em cedro nobre...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong>Tens a forma solitária de mulher...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong>Moldada e gravada pelo artista pobre...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong>Que sonha na vida o que quer!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong>Trazes esculpida em teus traços...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong>A 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imagem</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong>Sensualidade, audácia, coragem...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><strong>Aos olhos de quem te veja!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5324949120238723221-9192123532506910229?l=telmamoreira09.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>À Flor da Pelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09599719293506610214noreply@blogger.com2