<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2010 14:53:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>plan(o)alto</title><description>d o i s</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-1414084112918286251</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 12:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-04T14:01:23.416+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/TKnPQA7h9_I/AAAAAAAAOc4/oFwMGgWj1d0/s1600/66614043_a5cc7782e3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 660px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/TKnPQA7h9_I/AAAAAAAAOc4/oFwMGgWj1d0/s400/66614043_a5cc7782e3_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524174291981170674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto: Nicom @ DeviantArt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu queria escrever-te uma carta&lt;br /&gt;Amor,&lt;br /&gt;Uma carta que dissesse&lt;br /&gt;Deste anseio&lt;br /&gt;De te ver&lt;br /&gt;Deste receio&lt;br /&gt;De te perder&lt;br /&gt;Deste mais que bem-querer que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Deste mal indefinido que me persegue&lt;br /&gt;Desta saudade a que vivo todo entregue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;António Jacinto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-1414084112918286251?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2010/10/foto-nicom-deviantart-eu-queria.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/TKnPQA7h9_I/AAAAAAAAOc4/oFwMGgWj1d0/s72-c/66614043_a5cc7782e3_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-873207643432435372</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 17:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-09T18:40:56.489+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>azuis</category><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contigo, traz a adaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empunha-a&lt;br /&gt;e toca o meu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não me firas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com as duas mãos&lt;br /&gt;crava-a fortemente&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;mata-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fica tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;não gritarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olha os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verás duas lágrimas escorrendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diluindo-se&lt;br /&gt;no sangue que escorre do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-873207643432435372?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2010/09/vem-contigo-traz-adaga-empunha-e-toca-o.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-8750982639350027446</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-07T01:47:06.368+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/TIWJktVOVuI/AAAAAAAAM5o/KsxExVJnpaI/s1600/Virgil+Brill+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 660px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/TIWJktVOVuI/AAAAAAAAM5o/KsxExVJnpaI/s400/Virgil+Brill+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513964582521951970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://www.virgil-brill.com//"&gt;Virgil Brill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;o que eu procuro em ti,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;é esquecer-me do que procuro,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitor Oliveira Jorge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Pequeno Livro de  Aforismos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-8750982639350027446?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/02/foto-virgil-brill-o-que-eu-procuro-em.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/TIWJktVOVuI/AAAAAAAAM5o/KsxExVJnpaI/s72-c/Virgil+Brill+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-7512679201941108725</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-07T01:47:45.769+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/TH0DZjsC44I/AAAAAAAAM5I/RAXy-M_ulPs/s1600/greyscale-lips-wallpapers_10054_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 660px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/TH0DZjsC44I/AAAAAAAAM5I/RAXy-M_ulPs/s400/greyscale-lips-wallpapers_10054_1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511565256582947714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acordo com o teu nome nos&lt;br /&gt;meus lábios...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria do Rosário Pedreira&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Nenhum nome depois&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-7512679201941108725?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2010/08/acordo-com-o-teu-nome-nos-meus-labios.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/TH0DZjsC44I/AAAAAAAAM5I/RAXy-M_ulPs/s72-c/greyscale-lips-wallpapers_10054_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-5501695931278125935</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T16:16:06.775+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>azuis</category><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;eu sou a noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vestida de uma lua de gelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;envolta numa labareda de sol&lt;br /&gt;bailo ao som de melodia antiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o deserto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-5501695931278125935?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-sou-noite.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-8216222601355932305</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-25T00:05:38.960+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>azuis</category><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A mulher apaixonou-se. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele. Brincava com ela. Ela sentia o fascínio das palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Ela. Ouviu a sua voz envolvente. Viu os seus olhos fugidios.&lt;br /&gt;Ele. Tocou-lhe a mão. Ela sentiu a dele quente.&lt;br /&gt;Ela. Bebeu o seu beijo meigo. Desfazendo-se em espuma doce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-8216222601355932305?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2010/08/mulher-apaixonou-se.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-5480618860172635965</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T15:55:49.946+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SU7J4OyFqbI/AAAAAAAACjM/d-_DV_qxPiM/s1600-h/Julia+Iwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 663px; height: 469px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SU7J4OyFqbI/AAAAAAAACjM/d-_DV_qxPiM/s400/Julia+Iwo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282381380830210482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photodom.com/photographer/iwo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Julia Iwo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... afinal&lt;br /&gt;comover-te foi&lt;br /&gt;pôr-me-e-te em movimento&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;no momento de abalar&lt;br /&gt;não comer&lt;br /&gt;para não te voltar a ver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Sant'Iago,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brincosdepalavra.blogspot.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-5480618860172635965?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/10/foto-julia-iwo.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SU7J4OyFqbI/AAAAAAAACjM/d-_DV_qxPiM/s72-c/Julia+Iwo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-8890260818878423958</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T04:51:55.341+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SsaCsJYJ2GI/AAAAAAAALts/PKQn_DM5KuE/s1600-h/Knut+wiarda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 660px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SsaCsJYJ2GI/AAAAAAAALts/PKQn_DM5KuE/s400/Knut+wiarda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388137699138459746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://www.onlineportfolio.de/"&gt;Knut Wiarda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;... we will meet again,&lt;br /&gt;On other worlds some&lt;br /&gt;Future time undated.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Without the promise&lt;br /&gt;Of one more sweet encounter&lt;br /&gt;I will not deign to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... Encontrar-nos-emos,&lt;br /&gt;noutros lugares,&lt;br /&gt;num futuro sem data.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Sem a promessa&lt;br /&gt;de mais um doce encontro&lt;br /&gt;não me permitirei a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (trad. caseira por O'Sanji)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-8890260818878423958?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/10/foto-knut-wiarda.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SsaCsJYJ2GI/AAAAAAAALts/PKQn_DM5KuE/s72-c/Knut+wiarda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-7940724219239829728</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T20:06:46.038+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SrvCeTrVCAI/AAAAAAAALss/1l6SfsNIa14/s1600-h/RuslanKadiev+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 663px; height: 436px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SrvCeTrVCAI/AAAAAAAALss/1l6SfsNIa14/s400/RuslanKadiev+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385111605385431042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://ruslankadiev.deviantart.com/"&gt;Ruslan Kadiev&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... Olharam-se. Maravilharam-se. E o amor era a capacidade de se&lt;br /&gt;maravilharem a cada instante...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepetela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muana Puó&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-7940724219239829728?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/09/foto-ruslan-kadiev.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SrvCeTrVCAI/AAAAAAAALss/1l6SfsNIa14/s72-c/RuslanKadiev+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-6387243070143611165</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T19:03:06.153+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SrpiCNvoS6I/AAAAAAAALsk/-FOyUxKPXSE/s1600-h/Joanna+Nowakowska+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 663px; height: 428px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SrpiCNvoS6I/AAAAAAAALsk/-FOyUxKPXSE/s400/Joanna+Nowakowska+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384724094663543714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://www.sistermoon.art.pl/"&gt;Joanna Nowakowska&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- Não posso viver sem ternura... É o meu mel!...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepetela,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muana Puó&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-6387243070143611165?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/09/foto-joanna-nowakowska.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SrpiCNvoS6I/AAAAAAAALsk/-FOyUxKPXSE/s72-c/Joanna+Nowakowska+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-4582866217118675454</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 21:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T22:41:46.135+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SrP8vd7vQbI/AAAAAAAALSY/7k1lIg3kFCk/s1600-h/%D0%90%D0%BB%D0%B5%D0%BA%D1%81%D0%B5%D0%B9+H+-+Alexei+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 659px; height: 558px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SrP8vd7vQbI/AAAAAAAALSY/7k1lIg3kFCk/s400/%D0%90%D0%BB%D0%B5%D0%BA%D1%81%D0%B5%D0%B9+H+-+Alexei+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382923872057115058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © Alexei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... Olhas-me, ... cada vez mais de perto,... as bocas encontram-se..., mordendo-se&lt;br /&gt;com os lábios, quase não apoiando a língua nos dentes,... como se tivéssemos&lt;br /&gt;a boca cheia de flores ou de peixes,... E há apenas uma saliva e apenas um sabor...,&lt;br /&gt;e eu sinto-te tremer em mim como a lua na água.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julio Cortazar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Jogo do Mundo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-4582866217118675454?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/09/foto-alexei.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SrP8vd7vQbI/AAAAAAAALSY/7k1lIg3kFCk/s72-c/%D0%90%D0%BB%D0%B5%D0%BA%D1%81%D0%B5%D0%B9+H+-+Alexei+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-6885031270978792932</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 22:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T04:52:35.474+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SrFom9ve3II/AAAAAAAALRk/eFCT1Xtlt2Q/s1600-h/Christine+Ellger+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 661px; height: 413px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SrFom9ve3II/AAAAAAAALRk/eFCT1Xtlt2Q/s400/Christine+Ellger+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382198048302488706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://www.fotocommunity.de/pc/pc/mypics/495951"&gt;Christine Ellger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;... Every beginning&lt;br /&gt;is only a sequel, after all,&lt;br /&gt;and the book of events&lt;br /&gt;is always open halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... Cada recomeço&lt;br /&gt;é, afinal, uma sequela,&lt;br /&gt;e o livro dos acontecimentos&lt;br /&gt;está sempre meio aberto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wislawa Szymborska &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(trad. caseira por O'Sanji)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-6885031270978792932?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/09/foto-christine-ellger.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SrFom9ve3II/AAAAAAAALRk/eFCT1Xtlt2Q/s72-c/Christine+Ellger+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-3455847693514197398</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 22:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T23:31:21.916+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SqWIRrs2HfI/AAAAAAAALBo/Rqt1UQc7770/s1600-h/Jan+Saudek+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 661px; height: 497px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SqWIRrs2HfI/AAAAAAAALBo/Rqt1UQc7770/s400/Jan+Saudek+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378855167333899762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://www.saudek.com/"&gt;Jan Saudek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dá-me um bocadinho do teu amor &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;... para que o teu amor me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp [dure até ao fim da vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Negreiros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;o cheiro da sombra das flores&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;a href="http://joaonegreiros.blogspot.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-3455847693514197398?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/09/foto-jan-saudek-da-me-um-bocadinho-do.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SqWIRrs2HfI/AAAAAAAALBo/Rqt1UQc7770/s72-c/Jan+Saudek+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-1071932081524934937</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 23:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T01:59:24.183+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SpM2qm93D4I/AAAAAAAAK_g/AMr1IptZsIA/s1600-h/King+Douglas+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 664px; height: 408px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SpM2qm93D4I/AAAAAAAAK_g/AMr1IptZsIA/s400/King+Douglas+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373698886025547650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://www.kingdouglas.com/"&gt;King Douglas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... Estou apaixonada. E este amor vai decerto arrastar-me&lt;br /&gt;para longe. A corrente é demasiado forte, não tenho escolha&lt;br /&gt;possível... Posso acabar por perder tudo. Mas já não posso&lt;br /&gt;voltar atrás. Só posso deixar-me ir com a maré. Mesmo que&lt;br /&gt;comece a arder, mesmo que desapareça para sempre...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruki Murakami,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sputnik,meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-1071932081524934937?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/08/foto-king-douglas.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SpM2qm93D4I/AAAAAAAAK_g/AMr1IptZsIA/s72-c/King+Douglas+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-6812513976974404689</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 14:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T15:46:31.035+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>azuis</category><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;o espírito do mar levou-me aos teus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;e planando sobre telhados antigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;suspensa na doce melodia dos teus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;senti-me a cortesã do castelo dos nossos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-6812513976974404689?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-espirito-do-mar-levou-me-aos-teus.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-2440507931948664715</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T15:06:20.685+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>azuis</category><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;estende a tua mão e toca-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;toca-me a mão e o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;como o fizeste um dia, neste dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-2440507931948664715?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/07/estende-tua-mao-e-toca-me.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-7936919859267867487</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-10T00:03:25.470+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SlZ2SMDMvaI/AAAAAAAAINY/t48tv2szYRw/s1600-h/RuslanKadiev+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 664px; height: 497px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SlZ2SMDMvaI/AAAAAAAAINY/t48tv2szYRw/s400/RuslanKadiev+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356598861648149922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://ruslankadiev.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;Ruslan Kadiev&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... Eu não te posso esquecer,... Ai!, porque não queres passar a vida inteira ao pé de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Se me fosse possível... iria eu, sem guardar nenhuma conveniência, procurar-te, e seguir-te,&lt;br /&gt;e amar-te em toda a parte...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariana Alcoforado&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cartas Portuguesas&lt;/i&gt; (pref. e trad. de Eugénio de Andrade), (via &lt;a href="http://adispersapalavra.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Dispersa Palavra&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-7936919859267867487?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/07/foto-ruslan-kadiev.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SlZ2SMDMvaI/AAAAAAAAINY/t48tv2szYRw/s72-c/RuslanKadiev+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-5427234867119458441</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 17:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-24T18:41:39.359+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SkJkO26aK6I/AAAAAAAAIM4/llIsvu9bPzI/s1600-h/Igor+Laszlo+1+absol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 665px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SkJkO26aK6I/AAAAAAAAIM4/llIsvu9bPzI/s400/Igor+Laszlo+1+absol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350949513691016098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://www.absolutearts.com/portfolios/i/igorlaszlo/"&gt;Igor Laszlo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A mulher espera o sono&lt;br /&gt;de olhos cravados no ventre:&lt;br /&gt;há muitos dias que ninguém passa&lt;br /&gt;por esta estrada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catarina Nunes de Almeida,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A metamorfose das plantas dos pés&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-5427234867119458441?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/06/foto-igor-laszlo-mulher-espera-o-sono.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SkJkO26aK6I/AAAAAAAAIM4/llIsvu9bPzI/s72-c/Igor+Laszlo+1+absol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-6491660727373105035</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-13T00:00:06.016+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SjKKey6MBiI/AAAAAAAAHxE/-6wJON5DRy4/s1600-h/anke+merzbach+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 661px; height: 440px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SjKKey6MBiI/AAAAAAAAHxE/-6wJON5DRy4/s400/anke+merzbach+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346487969308739106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://www.ankemerzbach.de/"&gt;Anke Merzbach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;podes colher de mim&lt;br /&gt;tudo quanto precisares&lt;br /&gt;alimento-me só de saudade...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberte Momán&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Erótica&lt;/i&gt; (ver mais &lt;a href="http://moman.wordpress.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-6491660727373105035?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/06/foto-anke-merzbach-podes-colher-de-mim.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SjKKey6MBiI/AAAAAAAAHxE/-6wJON5DRy4/s72-c/anke+merzbach+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-2646080091693787963</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-07T00:00:02.886+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SirndbQQ2UI/AAAAAAAAHvQ/plTwjjAm25g/s1600-h/Grodner-von-Buchholz+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 662px; height: 506px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SirndbQQ2UI/AAAAAAAAHvQ/plTwjjAm25g/s400/Grodner-von-Buchholz+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344338400546707778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://en.seen.by.spiegel.de/grodner-von-buchholz"&gt;Grodner von Buchholz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... Oh yes, getting&lt;br /&gt;A man to love is easy, but living&lt;br /&gt;Without him afterwards may have to be&lt;br /&gt;Faced. A living without life when you move&lt;br /&gt;Around,...&lt;br /&gt;... with ears that hear only&lt;br /&gt;His last voice calling out your name and your&lt;br /&gt;Body which once under his touch had gleamed&lt;br /&gt;Like burnished brass, now... destitute.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... Oh, sim. É fácil&lt;br /&gt;fazer um homem amar-te, mas deves encarar&lt;br /&gt;a vida sem ele, depois. Uma vida sem vida quando&lt;br /&gt;andas por aí...&lt;br /&gt;... ouvindo unicamente&lt;br /&gt;a sua voz quando, pela última vez, te chamava pelo nome e pelo&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo, que, ao seu toque, ardia como metal em brasa&lt;br /&gt;e que agora se encontra... desamparado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kamala Das&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(poeta indiana) (via &lt;a href="http://feminine-fragrance.blogspot.com/2008/01/kamala-in-search-of-love.html"&gt;Feminine Fragrance&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (tradução caseira por O'Sanji)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-2646080091693787963?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/06/foto-grodner-von-buchholz.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SirndbQQ2UI/AAAAAAAAHvQ/plTwjjAm25g/s72-c/Grodner-von-Buchholz+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-2381012378481546783</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-06T23:10:32.143+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SigZZmbP2FI/AAAAAAAAHuw/YVsHKKH3Iyc/s1600-h/Marta+Bauza+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 663px; height: 369px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SigZZmbP2FI/AAAAAAAAHuw/YVsHKKH3Iyc/s400/Marta+Bauza+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343548885477349458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="https://www.usefilm.com/photographer.asp?ID=17514"&gt;Marta Bauza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Getting a man to love you is easy&lt;br /&gt;... Stand nude before the glass with him&lt;br /&gt;... All the fond details that make&lt;br /&gt;Him male and your only man. Gift him all,&lt;br /&gt;Gift him what makes you woman, the scent of&lt;br /&gt;Long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts,&lt;br /&gt;... and all your&lt;br /&gt;Endless female hungers...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É fácil fazer um homem amar-te&lt;br /&gt;... Põe-te nua à frente de um espelho, a seu lado&lt;br /&gt;... Todos os delicados detalhes que o fazem sentir&lt;br /&gt;homem e o teu único homem. Oferece-lhe tudo,&lt;br /&gt;oferece-lhe o que faz de ti uma mulher, o perfume&lt;br /&gt;do teu cabelo comprido, o doce almiscarado dos teus seios&lt;br /&gt;... e todas as tuas infinitas&lt;br /&gt;fomes de mulher...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kamala Das&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(poeta indiana) (via &lt;a href="http://feminine-fragrance.blogspot.com/2008/01/kamala-in-search-of-love.html"&gt;Feminine Fragrance&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (tradução caseira por O'Sanji)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-2381012378481546783?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/06/foto-marta-bauza-getting-man-to-love.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SigZZmbP2FI/AAAAAAAAHuw/YVsHKKH3Iyc/s72-c/Marta+Bauza+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-6966218374720707090</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-04T10:53:55.431+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SiZrvVtSxQI/AAAAAAAAHuo/9eNNn9b_O6M/s1600-h/392151754_9491925a21_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 668px; height: 494px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SiZrvVtSxQI/AAAAAAAAHuo/9eNNn9b_O6M/s400/392151754_9491925a21_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343076468946814210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://www.sistermoon.art.pl/"&gt;Joanna Nowakowska&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este amor que... queima&lt;br /&gt;... é de carne - é foz...&lt;br /&gt;de um rio sempre a crescer, sempre na esteira&lt;br /&gt;do que tão perto está mesmo se ausente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Rui de Sousa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obra poética&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-6966218374720707090?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/06/foto-joanna-nowakowska-este-amor-que.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/SiZrvVtSxQI/AAAAAAAAHuo/9eNNn9b_O6M/s72-c/392151754_9491925a21_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-6974642082328507509</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-29T00:00:02.636+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/Sh8ORWBfR_I/AAAAAAAAHsQ/FuOdVitUrhA/s1600-h/Al+Chizhik+1+alt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 665px; height: 496px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/Sh8ORWBfR_I/AAAAAAAAHsQ/FuOdVitUrhA/s400/Al+Chizhik+1+alt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341003374217086962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://www.altphotos.com/Gallery.aspx?&amp;a=MemberGallery&amp;memberid=21436"&gt;Al Chizhik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... como deixarei de sofrer enquanto não te vir?... Mas não importa, estou resolvida a adorar-te toda a vida... e asseguro-te que seria melhor para ti não amares mais ninguém. Poderias contentar-te com uma paixão menos ardente que a minha? Talvez encontrasses mais beleza..., mas não encontrarias nunca tanto amor, e tudo o mais não é nada...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariana Alcoforado,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cartas Portuguesas&lt;/i&gt; (pref. e trad. de Eugénio de Andrade), (via &lt;a href="http://adispersapalavra.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Dispersa Palavra&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-6974642082328507509?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/05/foto-al-chizhik.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/Sh8ORWBfR_I/AAAAAAAAHsQ/FuOdVitUrhA/s72-c/Al+Chizhik+1+alt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-8009184340785449351</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T00:00:05.513+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/Sh3A_4taQqI/AAAAAAAAHsI/oi8qGjcC_lw/s1600-h/zygmunt+kozimor+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 668px; height: 438px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/Sh3A_4taQqI/AAAAAAAAHsI/oi8qGjcC_lw/s400/zygmunt+kozimor+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340636936918418082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://www.zygmuntkozimor.art.pl/"&gt;Zygmunt Kozimor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... Sou o corpo &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp o incêndio&lt;br /&gt;só o fogo&lt;br /&gt;me acalma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Teresa Horta,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inquietude - Poesia Reunida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-8009184340785449351?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/05/foto-zygmunt-kozimor.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/Sh3A_4taQqI/AAAAAAAAHsI/oi8qGjcC_lw/s72-c/zygmunt+kozimor+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013314380954524289.post-5840402250788309515</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 23:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-26T00:33:59.253+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/ShsqaSGnnXI/AAAAAAAAHqc/UI5AcDKoAFc/s1600-h/Biliana+Rakocevic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 663px; height: 429px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/ShsqaSGnnXI/AAAAAAAAHqc/UI5AcDKoAFc/s400/Biliana+Rakocevic+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339908414202420594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto © &lt;a href="http://photo.net/photos/Biliana"&gt;Biliana Rakocevic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tengo...&lt;br /&gt;necesidad de verte&lt;br /&gt;esperanza de verte&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Tengo urgencia de oírte...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Benedetti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1013314380954524289-5840402250788309515?l=planoalto2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://planoalto2.blogspot.com/2009/05/foto-biliana-rakocevic-tengo.html</link><author>osanji_lupuka@hotmail.com (O'Sanji)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOipWloLSXg/ShsqaSGnnXI/AAAAAAAAHqc/UI5AcDKoAFc/s72-c/Biliana+Rakocevic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item></channel></rss>