<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:58:08.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinfonia de Sensualidade</title><subtitle type='html'>ARTE É VIDA
SANDRA WAIHRICH TATIT</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-6674001121086935986</id><published>2009-09-26T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:43:37.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* AMO A CHUVA *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sr8FEDMF3iI/AAAAAAAAMDw/mg9aA_h3S-k/s1600-h/milpedacoswoman131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386029246492040738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sr8FEDMF3iI/AAAAAAAAMDw/mg9aA_h3S-k/s400/milpedacoswoman131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De momentos ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha vida é feita assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fragmentada em pensamentos ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te amar foi tudo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por algum tempo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoje é quase nada .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acabou a sinfonia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a sensualidade ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigo minha estrada sozinha ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a chuva faz um doce som&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em minha janela ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu murmuro a ela ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baixinho falo que a amo , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo que sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agora dela ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a inspiração sem musa ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não é inspiração ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é tristeza ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;27.09.2009 / 3hs44min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-6674001121086935986?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/6674001121086935986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=6674001121086935986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6674001121086935986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6674001121086935986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/amo-chuva.html' title='* AMO A CHUVA *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sr8FEDMF3iI/AAAAAAAAMDw/mg9aA_h3S-k/s72-c/milpedacoswoman131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-8197179793805425385</id><published>2009-09-18T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:46:12.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* MÚSICA , SORRISO E FASCINAÇÃO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SrPEmb-X8FI/AAAAAAAAMB4/4tZ-p3_VGQY/s1600-h/O+Teu+Riso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382862144261320786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SrPEmb-X8FI/AAAAAAAAMB4/4tZ-p3_VGQY/s400/O+Teu+Riso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Penso que a música é a melhor coisa desta vida ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;penso até que sou música !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu nome é Música ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estava no piano a tocar há pouco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e nesta hora esqueço tudo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é como num ato de fazer amor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a fantasia , o prazer , o orgarmo artístico ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;emocional ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se as pessoas imaginassem este efeito maravilhoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que a arte faz ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todas acionariam este poder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que temos em potencial ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cultivariam mais ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todos os seres humanos têm a arte em latência ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como em uma semente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; basta que a deixemos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;germinar ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É uma libertação das preocupações do cotidiano &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é luz , calor e energia ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;atração , fascinação , tesão , amor , tudo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paixão intensa , imensa ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desafiando as minhas crenças ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu não poderia viver sem ela ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É uma delícia deslizar nas teclas do piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e sentir ... a sensibilidade jorrar e me falar ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que minhas ansiedades são descabidas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de nada adianta lamentar por coisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que de mim não dependam ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;melhor aceitar tudo como se apresenta ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tocar o barco &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e deixar a vida me levar ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numa sinfonia de sensualidade e paz .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;18.09.2009 / 14hs40min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-8197179793805425385?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/8197179793805425385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=8197179793805425385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/8197179793805425385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/8197179793805425385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/musica-e-sorriso-e-fascinacao.html' title='* MÚSICA , SORRISO E FASCINAÇÃO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SrPEmb-X8FI/AAAAAAAAMB4/4tZ-p3_VGQY/s72-c/O+Teu+Riso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-5864101995935534496</id><published>2009-09-17T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:37:31.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* MINHA GATINHA ANSIOSA *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SrKbp3v1pyI/AAAAAAAAMBo/-g1-HtWtLAA/s1600-h/Eu+amo+vocÃª+e+pronto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382535648302704418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SrKbp3v1pyI/AAAAAAAAMBo/-g1-HtWtLAA/s400/Eu+amo+voc%C3%AA+e+pronto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Te quero tanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nem sabes no entanto o quanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sabes te dedico meu canto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enquanto para mim és um encanto .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;17.09.2009 / 17hs32min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-5864101995935534496?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/5864101995935534496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=5864101995935534496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5864101995935534496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5864101995935534496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/minha-gatinha-ansiosa.html' title='* MINHA GATINHA ANSIOSA *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SrKbp3v1pyI/AAAAAAAAMBo/-g1-HtWtLAA/s72-c/Eu+amo+voc%C3%AA+e+pronto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-376207281894269577</id><published>2009-09-14T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:42:32.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sq6qREOz9xI/AAAAAAAAL_8/97cZhzW8rHo/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulosss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381425814924687122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sq6qREOz9xI/AAAAAAAAL_8/97cZhzW8rHo/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulosss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uma história ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma saudade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eternidade ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;14.09.2009 / 17hs42min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-376207281894269577?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/376207281894269577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=376207281894269577&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/376207281894269577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/376207281894269577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/feliz-aniversario.html' title='* FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sq6qREOz9xI/AAAAAAAAL_8/97cZhzW8rHo/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulosss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-7107944980272439834</id><published>2009-09-12T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:35:39.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* QUÍMICA DO AMOR *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqxoTh5a3FI/AAAAAAAAL-s/9rict2Py9g8/s1600-h/AT+det+floral.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380790339526909010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqxoTh5a3FI/AAAAAAAAL-s/9rict2Py9g8/s400/AT+det+floral.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-7107944980272439834?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/7107944980272439834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=7107944980272439834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7107944980272439834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7107944980272439834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/quimica-do-amor.html' title='* QUÍMICA DO AMOR *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqxoTh5a3FI/AAAAAAAAL-s/9rict2Py9g8/s72-c/AT+det+floral.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-7692716130370967711</id><published>2009-09-11T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:02:21.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* LIVRE PRESA *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqsnWjyOBBI/AAAAAAAAL-U/zUyhQPX7aHo/s1600-h/Chain_of_Love_header31.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380437448340669458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqsnWjyOBBI/AAAAAAAAL-U/zUyhQPX7aHo/s400/Chain_of_Love_header31.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Livre presa , &lt;div align="center"&gt;pobre mulher ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mulher do mundo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mulher da rua ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mulher da vida ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que dá à vida ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a alma nua ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no espelho a chave é sua , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sua mirada é serena ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amena ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma cena de amor após fazer amor ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dor e desamor !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-7692716130370967711?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/7692716130370967711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=7692716130370967711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7692716130370967711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7692716130370967711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/livre-presa.html' title='* LIVRE PRESA *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqsnWjyOBBI/AAAAAAAAL-U/zUyhQPX7aHo/s72-c/Chain_of_Love_header31.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-3262669288457544700</id><published>2009-09-11T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:53:35.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* PAIXÃO DÓI *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqrE6g9yleI/AAAAAAAAL-E/3jCkZJDHGnA/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380329214408037858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqrE6g9yleI/AAAAAAAAL-E/3jCkZJDHGnA/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paixão dói , &lt;div align="center"&gt;paixão machuca ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  balança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em um segundo nosso mundo ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paixão é delícia , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faz dormir ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é fruta fresca ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é morango maduro ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é cereja , é desejo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faz gozar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as paixões movem o mundo , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em meio segundo transformam nosso ser ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na urgente iconoclastia de viver ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11.09.2009/ 18hs51min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-3262669288457544700?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/3262669288457544700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=3262669288457544700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3262669288457544700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3262669288457544700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/paixao-doi.html' title='* PAIXÃO DÓI *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqrE6g9yleI/AAAAAAAAL-E/3jCkZJDHGnA/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-3570193642356622322</id><published>2009-09-09T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:04:30.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* SOU APAIXONADA POR TUDO QUE FAÇO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqfCe0WBBWI/AAAAAAAAL9U/VmmDDWMyQjk/s1600-h/DAY_DREAMER212221.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379482114620196194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqfCe0WBBWI/AAAAAAAAL9U/VmmDDWMyQjk/s400/DAY_DREAMER212221.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sou apaixonada naturalmente ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pela vida , pelas pessoas ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou impolgada ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me emociono com coisas simples ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fico triste quando vejo pessoas , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuja frieza tem o poder de derrubar meu entusiasmo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por isto a poesia é tão importante ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no nosso cotidiano , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estas mesmas pessoas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frias e desencantadas , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;podem ver a vida mais doce e mais sublime ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nas sendas do sublime .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para quem tem muito a dar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como penso ser meu caso , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentir este não ter de outrem ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é decepcionante ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;09.09.2009 /12hs02min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-3570193642356622322?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/3570193642356622322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=3570193642356622322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3570193642356622322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3570193642356622322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/sou-apaixonada-por-tudo-que-faco.html' title='* SOU APAIXONADA POR TUDO QUE FAÇO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqfCe0WBBWI/AAAAAAAAL9U/VmmDDWMyQjk/s72-c/DAY_DREAMER212221.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-3392552328105020969</id><published>2009-09-08T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:16:51.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* TE OFEREÇO NESTA TARDE GRIS *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sqasl78gXUI/AAAAAAAAL8c/Y43lRGhqWmg/s1600-h/%21CID_0%7E1111.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sqasl78gXUI/AAAAAAAAL8c/Y43lRGhqWmg/s400/%21CID_0%7E1111.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379176572687244610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um pouco de mim para ti ...&lt;br /&gt;nesta tarde de chuva&lt;br /&gt;me dou inteira nestas rosas ...&lt;br /&gt;te faço companhia&lt;br /&gt;te passo energia e amor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-3392552328105020969?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/3392552328105020969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=3392552328105020969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3392552328105020969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3392552328105020969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/te-ofereco-nesta-tarde-gris.html' title='* TE OFEREÇO NESTA TARDE GRIS *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sqasl78gXUI/AAAAAAAAL8c/Y43lRGhqWmg/s72-c/%21CID_0%7E1111.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-4605862405030913602</id><published>2009-09-05T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:19:59.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* DISTÂNCIA CRUEL *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqK3_7VqvGI/AAAAAAAAL7E/fq3ED6oLkCA/s1600-h/RENATADORMINDONAGRAMA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378063213922008162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqK3_7VqvGI/AAAAAAAAL7E/fq3ED6oLkCA/s400/RENATADORMINDONAGRAMA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tarde de sol ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; uma tristeza me invade a alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pareço calma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; sinto uma saudade imensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aqui dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quero te ter amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quero te ver ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu querer sozinho me consome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a distância é terrível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quero sorrir e não consigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a embalar minha tristeza ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;então meu violão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prefere emudecer e vem pedir perdão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por não poder cantar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te amo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vens aplacar a minha sede de ti .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;05.09.09 / 16hs13min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-4605862405030913602?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/4605862405030913602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=4605862405030913602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/4605862405030913602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/4605862405030913602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/distancia.html' title='* DISTÂNCIA CRUEL *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqK3_7VqvGI/AAAAAAAAL7E/fq3ED6oLkCA/s72-c/RENATADORMINDONAGRAMA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-3685603955974392445</id><published>2009-09-04T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:14:06.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* TUA DOÇURA *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqG5BVyp_YI/AAAAAAAAL6U/Rj_SKgxCGWc/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377782862737702274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqG5BVyp_YI/AAAAAAAAL6U/Rj_SKgxCGWc/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fujo sem querer , &lt;div align="center"&gt;sem ver-te tenho quase tudo , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elaboro a tua imagem na minha ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;colando-te ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mesmo esfacelada ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te reintegro ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te refaço com meu abraço ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amando-te mesmo na distância ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parece tão cruel ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nesta triste ausência da presença ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na margem da saudade que me consome ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;próxima a ti ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;longe e perto ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na inconstância do vento ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu lamento , meu tormento ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vens amor ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me queimas este desencanto , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que é tanto o meu pranto ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; que me consome ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me dás teu acalanto ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teu canto em minha amargura que é pura ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tua doçura ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serenamente , delicadamente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;languidamente como em uma travessura ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoje amor , melhor é não cantar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;só há canto quando existe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muito tempo e muito espaço ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para a canção ficar se eu passo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para dizer o que eu não disse .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;04.08.09 / 22hs11min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-3685603955974392445?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/3685603955974392445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=3685603955974392445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3685603955974392445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3685603955974392445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/tua-docura.html' title='* TUA DOÇURA *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SqG5BVyp_YI/AAAAAAAAL6U/Rj_SKgxCGWc/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-3301274450198396132</id><published>2009-09-03T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:14:48.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* UM NOVO AMOR *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sp_L5JNY-HI/AAAAAAAAL5c/e8Afozuu0T8/s1600-h/2j4ys0h.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377240662688725106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sp_L5JNY-HI/AAAAAAAAL5c/e8Afozuu0T8/s400/2j4ys0h.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Manhã gris , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de um acinzentado belo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chuva dando o toque final&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me apaixono pela chuva sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estes dias são tão especiais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prenúncios de primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão bela a atmosfera chuvosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tanto esplendor e carinho ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é um doce encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a natureza regada e feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pela primavera esperada ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recebo um bom dia tão sublime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de alguém que me encontrou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e tem me dado alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao amanhecer ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é de touro ... lindo e delicado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;regido por venus da beleza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ele é belo e tem nobreza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me busca a cada manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;será que vou amá-lo ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me faria tão bem ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deixarei nas mãos de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este caminho nascente ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amores renascem e se refazem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como por encanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surge um novo amor em minha vida ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estou feliz .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;03.09.09 / 11hs10min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-3301274450198396132?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/3301274450198396132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=3301274450198396132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3301274450198396132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3301274450198396132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-novo-amor.html' title='* UM NOVO AMOR *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sp_L5JNY-HI/AAAAAAAAL5c/e8Afozuu0T8/s72-c/2j4ys0h.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-1275946976121968784</id><published>2009-09-01T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:17:22.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* BOM DIA MEU AMOR *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sp0bz0ZpPvI/AAAAAAAAL4c/hRAsI-LRopI/s1600-h/000.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376484107203722994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sp0bz0ZpPvI/AAAAAAAAL4c/hRAsI-LRopI/s400/000.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bom dia meu amor ... &lt;div align="center"&gt;é setembro ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;claro que lembro ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é primavera e estou contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agora e sempre ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isto é dádiva para mim .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As flores me falam de amor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me dizem que vão aparecer ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais e mais para nós ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que a sinfonia de sensualidade existe ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;falam que não é uma criação ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me afirmam que é realidade ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que tu me amas de verdade ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sonhas comigo e vês a chuva cair ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de manhã , à tardinha ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na madrugada ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim és tu , sempre sonhando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e vivendo teu sonho ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim é a vida , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim é bom ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este é nosso som ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim nos amaremos para sempre ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com calor , desejo e dor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;também prazer ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pensando que isto nada pode destruir .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este é meu primeiro poema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de primavera ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é para ti !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;01.09.09 / 10hs10min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-1275946976121968784?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/1275946976121968784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=1275946976121968784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/1275946976121968784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/1275946976121968784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/bom-dia-meu-amor.html' title='* BOM DIA MEU AMOR *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sp0bz0ZpPvI/AAAAAAAAL4c/hRAsI-LRopI/s72-c/000.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-5482969831332076433</id><published>2009-08-31T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:43:12.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* CHUVA DA PAIXÃO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpxB5gX6v8I/AAAAAAAAL38/YFMa0F9e2Xs/s1600-h/Soft_Touch2221.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376244511372132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpxB5gX6v8I/AAAAAAAAL38/YFMa0F9e2Xs/s400/Soft_Touch2221.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quanta vida ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quanta saudade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quanto desejo  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quanto amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é bom demais te ter comigo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bem assim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não me deixes jamais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este beijo que me deste &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com muita paixão ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inundou meu coração &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de desejo e espera ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chove chuva fria cai &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chove nesta tarde assim ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chove esta saudade sobre mim .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;31.08.09 / 18hs37min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-5482969831332076433?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/5482969831332076433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=5482969831332076433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5482969831332076433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5482969831332076433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/chuva-da-paixao.html' title='* CHUVA DA PAIXÃO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpxB5gX6v8I/AAAAAAAAL38/YFMa0F9e2Xs/s72-c/Soft_Touch2221.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-8202663494799156418</id><published>2009-08-30T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:31:19.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* UMA VOZ *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpsXb3DjvxI/AAAAAAAAL3c/oN8ZFpFufss/s1600-h/am-tag-grey-moon-cpc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375916347599601426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpsXb3DjvxI/AAAAAAAAL3c/oN8ZFpFufss/s400/am-tag-grey-moon-cpc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma voz ... &lt;div align="center"&gt;um lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um luar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te dei meu sorriso ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um pouco de paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e muito de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um conhecimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trocas previstas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;precauções revogadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te dei meu carinho ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;informações esperadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um atalho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um compromisso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te dei meu tempo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alguém partiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o show já acabou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te dei a mim ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vamos voltar à realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o sonho passou? ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não precisamos mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;das máscaras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te dei minha verdade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu para ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim nesta luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te dei minha saudade ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eternidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;30.08.09 / 21hs27min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-8202663494799156418?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/8202663494799156418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=8202663494799156418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/8202663494799156418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/8202663494799156418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/uma-voz.html' title='* UMA VOZ *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpsXb3DjvxI/AAAAAAAAL3c/oN8ZFpFufss/s72-c/am-tag-grey-moon-cpc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-1067562048709528628</id><published>2009-08-30T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:16:56.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* TE QUERO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpqJDmHfRYI/AAAAAAAAL3U/D4nfV-q1X20/s1600-h/49659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375759800084678018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpqJDmHfRYI/AAAAAAAAL3U/D4nfV-q1X20/s400/49659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Te quero vida minha ... &lt;div align="center"&gt;te quero noite e dia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu só vivo para ti ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te quero com doçura ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com sonho e ternura ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com a lágrima mais pura ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desde que te conheci !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;30.08.09 / 11hs16min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-1067562048709528628?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/1067562048709528628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=1067562048709528628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/1067562048709528628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/1067562048709528628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-quero_30.html' title='* TE QUERO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpqJDmHfRYI/AAAAAAAAL3U/D4nfV-q1X20/s72-c/49659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-599592082462953890</id><published>2009-08-28T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:21:15.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* PERDER *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpiAE_rTFFI/AAAAAAAAL2M/ywhbxp0Xs7c/s1600-h/ad18a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375186978567558226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpiAE_rTFFI/AAAAAAAAL2M/ywhbxp0Xs7c/s400/ad18a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estou chorando ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;triste ...&lt;br /&gt;não entendo a razão ...&lt;br /&gt;uma emoção de perder algo que nunca tive ...&lt;br /&gt;de perder uma batalha não disputada ...&lt;br /&gt;de sentir a lágrima cair ...&lt;br /&gt;rolar assim em meu rosto ...&lt;br /&gt;querer estar só ...&lt;br /&gt;imaginar mares distantes ...&lt;br /&gt;passados e muito azuis ...&lt;br /&gt;gaivotas lindas adejam para mim ...&lt;br /&gt;me falam que a vida é linda ...&lt;br /&gt;navego sozinha !&lt;br /&gt;te quero .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;br /&gt;28.08.09 / 22hs13min&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-599592082462953890?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/599592082462953890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=599592082462953890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/599592082462953890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/599592082462953890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-quero.html' title='* PERDER *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpiAE_rTFFI/AAAAAAAAL2M/ywhbxp0Xs7c/s72-c/ad18a0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-2378210533675586313</id><published>2009-08-28T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:27:28.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* O SONHO ACABOU *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SphvOLa-uwI/AAAAAAAAL18/10AyJ_zmXVs/s1600-h/170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SphvOLa-uwI/AAAAAAAAL18/10AyJ_zmXVs/s400/170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375168444641491714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mar ...&lt;br /&gt;O céu ...&lt;br /&gt;As ondas ...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acabou !&lt;br /&gt;Hoje amanheci triste ,&lt;br /&gt;Meu sonho acabou .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;28.08.09 / 21hs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-2378210533675586313?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/2378210533675586313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=2378210533675586313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/2378210533675586313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/2378210533675586313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-sonho-acabou.html' title='* O SONHO ACABOU *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SphvOLa-uwI/AAAAAAAAL18/10AyJ_zmXVs/s72-c/170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-6677654872547254465</id><published>2009-08-26T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:52:47.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* MEU PORTO SE ALUCINA *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpVKPmuNQXI/AAAAAAAALzc/6tgRS7_7c4Q/s1600-h/mulher+e+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374283362289402226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpVKPmuNQXI/AAAAAAAALzc/6tgRS7_7c4Q/s400/mulher+e+mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpVGH0J3FTI/AAAAAAAALzU/uVQ5BkODukw/s1600-h/1-MULH~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Secretos sonhos de um amanhecer tristonho ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minhas mãos te acariciaram em sonhos ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amanheci contigo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu corpo carecente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meus sentidos latentes ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minhas mãos ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ansiosas , cantam hinos ao amor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;executam partituras de dor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;odes silenciosas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;antevejo agora a hora de chorar por ti ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentindo teus espaços a inundarem os meus ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vais embora , me deixas à deriva ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como um barco que se esquiva ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;divina prece que antecede a tua chegada , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu porto se alucina ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se embriaga , e desanima ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu sonho acaba , desperto trêmula ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quero voltar a adormecer ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tua chegada se anuncia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as ondas retornam trajadas de vento quente , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vento norte , minha sorte ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;26.08.09 / 11hs26min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-6677654872547254465?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/6677654872547254465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=6677654872547254465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6677654872547254465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6677654872547254465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-porto-se-alucina.html' title='* MEU PORTO SE ALUCINA *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpVKPmuNQXI/AAAAAAAALzc/6tgRS7_7c4Q/s72-c/mulher+e+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-6049696828738453893</id><published>2009-08-25T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:18:37.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* AMAR-TE POR AMAR*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpRpK-fIbHI/AAAAAAAALzE/WE28Q-m1vjc/s1600-h/1j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374035892653026418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpRpK-fIbHI/AAAAAAAALzE/WE28Q-m1vjc/s400/1j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amo teu sorriso ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adoro teu nome ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tua alma me envolve ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me devolve a alegria ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teu corpo , teu mar , teu luar tão calmo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;penetrando vagarosamente em mim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim à tardinha ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o sol se escondendo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha oração ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vai morrendo lentamente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vem a minha alma ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acabando assim o dia , Ave Maria ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deixas eu te amar , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em meu segredo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bem fundo , distante do mundo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim sozinha , sentindo teu carinho ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cuidar-me e embalar-me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no silêncio quente ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me mimando sem querer ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem saber , alimentando meu ser ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como é bom estar contigo , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentir tua doçura ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tua ternura mais pura ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;25.08.09 / 19hs42min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-6049696828738453893?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/6049696828738453893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=6049696828738453893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6049696828738453893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6049696828738453893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/amar-te-por-amar.html' title='* AMAR-TE POR AMAR*'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpRpK-fIbHI/AAAAAAAALzE/WE28Q-m1vjc/s72-c/1j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-8237901818640140228</id><published>2009-08-24T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:24:41.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* ÊXTASE *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpLZBl25NKI/AAAAAAAALyk/tNVgdUIcc00/s1600-h/1512939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373595926771872930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpLZBl25NKI/AAAAAAAALyk/tNVgdUIcc00/s400/1512939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Êxtase ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando alguem nos toca , &lt;div align="center"&gt;demais e mais ainda ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;transpiramos de êxtase ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diante da emoção sentida ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;derramamos nossas sensações ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;úmidas e insaciáveis ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desmedidas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;insensatas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;transbordantes em nossos sentidos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;colamos a pele em outra pele ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beijamos com a força de um trovão ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todos os labirintos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os lábios quentes e ardentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suplicam mais e mais ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentindo o gosto do mar presente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salgado e nascente ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o suor efervecente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o prazer sufocante ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim é o momento supremo que buscamos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim é um querer passional que nos domina ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nesta hora vale tudo , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lembrança , virtual ou real ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a tua mão em minha mão ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teu corpo em meu corpo , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mover a emoção ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arfando de desejo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chegar lá no fundo , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no âmago de teu ser , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te dizer ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vens amor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vens aplacar meu calor , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ardente ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vens evitar este iminente incêncio que se anuncia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jogas água fria ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jogas beijos , jogas carinhos e desejos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me vejas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me sintas latejar , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;até o êxtase ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;24.08.09 / 15hs22min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-8237901818640140228?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/8237901818640140228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=8237901818640140228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/8237901818640140228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/8237901818640140228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/extase.html' title='* ÊXTASE *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SpLZBl25NKI/AAAAAAAALyk/tNVgdUIcc00/s72-c/1512939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-5661200015147711406</id><published>2009-08-21T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:25:55.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* AMOR SAGRADO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/So9oggvkKCI/AAAAAAAALxU/-nKBqEAtLGs/s1600-h/vÃ´o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372627788230830114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/So9oggvkKCI/AAAAAAAALxU/-nKBqEAtLGs/s400/v%25C3%25B4o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este amor escondido ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nas cavidades de minhas saudades ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me invade e me sacia , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;melancolia , ousadia , pele fria ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tantas razões me dizem ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentimentos me afligem ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dos motivos escondidos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;das razões de estar em mim ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é encanto , é pranto e é quebranto ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sacrossanto ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é tanto que não o sustento em meu canto ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desencanto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;22.08.2009 / 0h45min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-5661200015147711406?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/5661200015147711406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=5661200015147711406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5661200015147711406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5661200015147711406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-sagrado.html' title='* AMOR SAGRADO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/So9oggvkKCI/AAAAAAAALxU/-nKBqEAtLGs/s72-c/v%25C3%25B4o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-6475203429621002431</id><published>2009-08-21T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:24:27.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* INTEIRA ASSIM *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/So7_iC1CBXI/AAAAAAAALw8/FvjAwPDHJIY/s1600-h/duasfaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372512365839517042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/So7_iC1CBXI/AAAAAAAALw8/FvjAwPDHJIY/s400/duasfaces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tão lindo é imaginar ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se sentir inteira em um lugar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma pele acariciar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma carícia embalar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um orgasmo sufocar ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amparar , prender ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acalentar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depois gozar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lentamente ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;docemente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vagarosamente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inteira assim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;explodir ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu anseio em teu peito ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deste jeito ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dar meus lábios ao beijo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meus apelos ao desejo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim , te vejo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;21.08.2009 / 17hs22min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-6475203429621002431?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/6475203429621002431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=6475203429621002431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6475203429621002431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6475203429621002431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/inteira.html' title='* INTEIRA ASSIM *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/So7_iC1CBXI/AAAAAAAALw8/FvjAwPDHJIY/s72-c/duasfaces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-5515170213072319429</id><published>2009-08-20T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:17:55.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* BEM TE VI *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/So4cITTb4vI/AAAAAAAALwk/ZZDbPXnTRPk/s1600-h/Corpo_de_Mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372262334445904626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/So4cITTb4vI/AAAAAAAALwk/ZZDbPXnTRPk/s400/Corpo_de_Mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;se te vendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te desejo e não te tenho ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; em não te vendo te desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e posso ter-te ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numa lágrima que rola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;num rosto que chora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;num abraço que demora ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;num corpo que implora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é hora vou embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bem te vi bem me vês ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nos misturamos cada vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nos confundimos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu sou tu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu és eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duas almas que no mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o destino escolheu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uniu e esqueceu ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;21.08.09 1h12min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-5515170213072319429?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/5515170213072319429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=5515170213072319429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5515170213072319429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5515170213072319429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/bem-te-vi.html' title='* BEM TE VI *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/So4cITTb4vI/AAAAAAAALwk/ZZDbPXnTRPk/s72-c/Corpo_de_Mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-7396399956840450744</id><published>2009-08-19T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:28:50.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* PAIXÃO E SILÊNCIO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Soy75gV11PI/AAAAAAAALu0/zcFaoO0PboY/s1600-h/mulher-transparente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371875052154639602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Soy75gV11PI/AAAAAAAALu0/zcFaoO0PboY/s400/mulher-transparente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nos contornos de minha formas , percebo o doce equilíbrio ,&lt;br /&gt;da harmonia das minhas sensações ,&lt;br /&gt;nuas e vazias ,&lt;br /&gt;no calor da minha pele ,&lt;br /&gt;a queimar no som dos meus apelos ,&lt;br /&gt;a mais penetrante melodia de meu ser ,&lt;br /&gt;razão de meu viver ,&lt;br /&gt;agora carente e ausente ,&lt;br /&gt;tantas horas vividas ,&lt;br /&gt;hoje estagnadas ...&lt;br /&gt;subtraída a harmonia do movimento ,&lt;br /&gt;tanto prazer e dor ,&lt;br /&gt;tanto amor ...&lt;br /&gt;a pele exalando a fragrância dos desejos ,&lt;br /&gt;aroma afrodisíaco ,&lt;br /&gt;desejos tão contidos ...&lt;br /&gt;reprimidos ,&lt;br /&gt;hoje quase esquecidos ,&lt;br /&gt;não vividos intensamente ,&lt;br /&gt;em todos os profundos momentos&lt;br /&gt;que na taça da vida os bebia ...&lt;br /&gt;no cálice do amor ,&lt;br /&gt;horas marcantes ,&lt;br /&gt;extenuantes ...&lt;br /&gt;tantos carinhos e vivências ,&lt;br /&gt;até hoje me acompanham ,&lt;br /&gt;tantos anos conjugando a paixão ,&lt;br /&gt;doce chão de meus silêncios .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;20.08.2009/0h15min&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-7396399956840450744?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/7396399956840450744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=7396399956840450744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7396399956840450744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7396399956840450744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/paixao-e-silencio.html' title='* PAIXÃO E SILÊNCIO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Soy75gV11PI/AAAAAAAALu0/zcFaoO0PboY/s72-c/mulher-transparente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-681790829281977907</id><published>2009-08-19T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:52:16.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* EMOÇÃO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoyarGsrHBI/AAAAAAAALuk/a5S-lq4Ff9E/s1600-h/chorando12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371838520869198866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoyarGsrHBI/AAAAAAAALuk/a5S-lq4Ff9E/s400/chorando12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando duas pessoas se amam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ninguém separa as cabeças ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sonhamos ao anoitecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao amanhecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o sol nos acorda ao nascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nos convocando a viver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;19.08.09/21h50min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-681790829281977907?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/681790829281977907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=681790829281977907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/681790829281977907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/681790829281977907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/emocao.html' title='* EMOÇÃO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoyarGsrHBI/AAAAAAAALuk/a5S-lq4Ff9E/s72-c/chorando12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-4793941235475693414</id><published>2009-08-19T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:24:03.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*  SOLAMENTE  *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SowI5a2Sq1I/AAAAAAAALuU/CFLcRJIvKIU/s1600-h/viomrer22222341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371678238098762578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SowI5a2Sq1I/AAAAAAAALuU/CFLcRJIvKIU/s400/viomrer22222341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toda una vida ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te estaria mimando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te estaria cuidando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como cuido a mi vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que la cuido para ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No me importaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De decirte siempre ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pero siempre siempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que eres em mi vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ansiedad angustia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desesperacion ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;19.08.09/11hs20min&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-4793941235475693414?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/4793941235475693414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=4793941235475693414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/4793941235475693414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/4793941235475693414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/toda-una-vida.html' title='*  SOLAMENTE  *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SowI5a2Sq1I/AAAAAAAALuU/CFLcRJIvKIU/s72-c/viomrer22222341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-7033709998716301</id><published>2009-08-18T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:00:16.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* MEU DESEJO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SotPBvBeZEI/AAAAAAAALt0/Dozm4s_7aSU/s1600-h/imagemERDR4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371473871790564418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SotPBvBeZEI/AAAAAAAALt0/Dozm4s_7aSU/s400/imagemERDR4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quente e eloquente &lt;div align="center"&gt;a chuva fria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma sinfonia de sensualidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o rumor desta chuva &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me encanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me espanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me amedronta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me beija&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a face nua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é como rima &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a regar meu desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que se insinua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pedras caem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trovões presentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão quentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em minha mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eternamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;18.08.09/22hs13min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-7033709998716301?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/7033709998716301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=7033709998716301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7033709998716301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7033709998716301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-desejo.html' title='* MEU DESEJO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SotPBvBeZEI/AAAAAAAALt0/Dozm4s_7aSU/s72-c/imagemERDR4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-6655123075106011378</id><published>2009-08-17T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:02:27.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* GOZO DE CHUVA *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SolQM8SNe3I/AAAAAAAALss/FX5xXbSQJ3k/s1600-h/s014_Aneli___Christmas20comes20Early_a017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370912213887187826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SolQM8SNe3I/AAAAAAAALss/FX5xXbSQJ3k/s400/s014_Aneli___Christmas20comes20Early_a017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Após o gozo o descanso  &lt;div align="center"&gt; canseira divina ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; prazer satisfeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desejo exaurido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sonhos de quimeras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;primavera ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; a natureza chora a chuva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; chora a lágrima do desejo saciado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; em seu orgasmo transmite um prazer maior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;algo mais &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; prazer do todo universal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; agora satisfeito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;molhando a relva e as árvores &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; gotejadas de êxtase &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; tudo tão sereno agora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; sem sol mas a chuva é bênção &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; nesta manhã gris de prelúdio de primavera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; à espera ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;17.08.09/10hs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-6655123075106011378?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/6655123075106011378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=6655123075106011378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6655123075106011378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6655123075106011378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/gozo-de-chuva.html' title='* GOZO DE CHUVA *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SolQM8SNe3I/AAAAAAAALss/FX5xXbSQJ3k/s72-c/s014_Aneli___Christmas20comes20Early_a017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-8995829658439055211</id><published>2009-08-16T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:37:39.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* TE AMO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SohI1E0_GGI/AAAAAAAALrk/myUWsp5JyGw/s1600-h/loveukli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370622632305563746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SohI1E0_GGI/AAAAAAAALrk/myUWsp5JyGw/s400/loveukli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; te amo ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no compasso binário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no rítmo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de todos os tempos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;há dez mil anos atrás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como disse Raul Seixas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ele nasceu em meu dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nascemos há dez mil anos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ele e eu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quero amá-lo como amo a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para a eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como algo mais e para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em clave de distância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e de suprema saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como te quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;16.08.2009/15hs6min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-8995829658439055211?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/8995829658439055211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=8995829658439055211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/8995829658439055211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/8995829658439055211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-amo_16.html' title='* TE AMO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SohI1E0_GGI/AAAAAAAALrk/myUWsp5JyGw/s72-c/loveukli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-6866264167567409912</id><published>2009-08-15T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:37:33.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* MEU DOCE RECANTO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sod9LCwlJAI/AAAAAAAALqk/7YIHCNAcl5g/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370398709335270402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sod9LCwlJAI/AAAAAAAALqk/7YIHCNAcl5g/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em meu recanto , meu canto ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu ressalto depois da queda ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caí de tão alto ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tão inteira e longa a minha permanência ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em tua memória ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; na memória da pedra ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fria ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sombria e fugidia .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16.08.2009/0h35min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-6866264167567409912?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/6866264167567409912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=6866264167567409912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6866264167567409912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6866264167567409912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-doce-recanto.html' title='* MEU DOCE RECANTO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Sod9LCwlJAI/AAAAAAAALqk/7YIHCNAcl5g/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-7555387912063858094</id><published>2009-08-14T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:32:33.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* CUMPLICIDADE *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoWrDjsDTGI/AAAAAAAALps/WU48mV-Q3LE/s1600-h/32474424.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoWqDul5E_I/AAAAAAAALpk/9nmH-B9WolI/s1600-h/08121205_blog_uncovering_org_vales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369885111732474866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoWqDul5E_I/AAAAAAAALpk/9nmH-B9WolI/s400/08121205_blog_uncovering_org_vales.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoWjQm9A6II/AAAAAAAALpM/fz8dhiyiGo4/s1600-h/TACAMORANGOSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369877636438878338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoWjQm9A6II/AAAAAAAALpM/fz8dhiyiGo4/s400/TACAMORANGOSS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta noite vou brindar contigo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meia noite , chegarei cansada ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu estarás a esperar-me com a avidez de uma serpente ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serenamente chegarei ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com a calma de uma fenix ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a contemplar as cinzas do seu majestoso renascimento ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chegarei molhada ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelas minhas lágrimas de desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e inundada pelas carícias levadas a ti ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certamente estarás a esperar-me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com a ansiedade dos que esperam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo ardente orgasmo das noites de lua cheia ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim , após transpormos a noite ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afoitamente e apaixonadamente ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;atingiremos o esperado amanhecer do meio dia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nosso parceiro desta louca cavalgada noturna .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sabor de nossos corpos misturando-se ao sabor das horas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;então anoitecerá ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e renovaremos esta paródia burlesca , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão nossa cúmplice ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;14.08.2009/15hs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-7555387912063858094?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/7555387912063858094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=7555387912063858094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7555387912063858094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7555387912063858094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/cumplicidade.html' title='* CUMPLICIDADE *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoWqDul5E_I/AAAAAAAALpk/9nmH-B9WolI/s72-c/08121205_blog_uncovering_org_vales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-7387846252204813235</id><published>2009-08-12T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:02:09.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* NUNCA *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoOPnQUe0KI/AAAAAAAALo0/ds7FB58a2PY/s1600-h/2504182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369293085314306210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoOPnQUe0KI/AAAAAAAALo0/ds7FB58a2PY/s400/2504182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não me deixes nunca , &lt;div align="center"&gt;te peço ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ainda que seja em pensamento ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouças meu lamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em tua caminhada ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em tua trajetória sem mim .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;13.08.2009/2hs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-7387846252204813235?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/7387846252204813235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=7387846252204813235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7387846252204813235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7387846252204813235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/nunca.html' title='* NUNCA *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoOPnQUe0KI/AAAAAAAALo0/ds7FB58a2PY/s72-c/2504182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-1887145828201320553</id><published>2009-08-12T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:32:08.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* QUERO UM BEIJO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoOLifmIcmI/AAAAAAAALos/8RYcvdgSTWY/s1600-h/ro20beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369288605469012578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoOLifmIcmI/AAAAAAAALos/8RYcvdgSTWY/s400/ro20beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quero um beijo , &lt;div align="center"&gt;com sabor de infinito ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com rumor de eternidade ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com devoção de paixão , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paixão de dor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de sabor de perder ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem nunca ter ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quero te beijar meu amor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agora ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ávida para transpor distâncias &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com a dor do impossível ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o sabor da fogosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e passional saudade quente ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que trago em minha mente .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sandra waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;13.08.09 / 1h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-1887145828201320553?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/1887145828201320553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=1887145828201320553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/1887145828201320553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/1887145828201320553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/quero-um-beijo.html' title='* QUERO UM BEIJO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoOLifmIcmI/AAAAAAAALos/8RYcvdgSTWY/s72-c/ro20beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-6670230348199308025</id><published>2009-08-12T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:35:45.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*A NOITE NA ILHA*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoM0hfe1XMI/AAAAAAAALoU/9pAX-gGwKA0/s1600-h/2016821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369192930746916034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoM0hfe1XMI/AAAAAAAALoU/9pAX-gGwKA0/s400/2016821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Noite na Ilha&lt;br /&gt;Dormi contigo a noite inteira junto do mar, na ilha. Selvagem e doce eras entre o prazer e o sono, entre o fogo e a água. Talvez bem tarde nossos sonos se uniram na altura e no fundo,em cima como ramos que um mesmo vento move,embaixo como raízes vermelhas que se tocam. Talvez teu sono se separou do meu e pelo mar escuro me procurava como antes, quando nem existias,quando sem te enxergar naveguei a teu lado e teus olhos buscavam o que agora - pão, vinho, amor e cólera - te dou, cheias as mãos, porque tu és a taça que só esperava os dons da minha vida.Dormi junto contigo a noite inteira, enquanto a escura terra gira com vivos e com mortos, de repente desperto e no meio da sombra meu braço rodeava tua cintura. Nem a noite nem o sonho puderam separar-nos.Dormi contigo, amor, despertei, e tua boca saída de teu sono me deu o sabor da terra,de água-marinha, de algas, de tua íntima vida, e recebi teu beijo molhado pela aurora como se me chegasse do mar que nos rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-6670230348199308025?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/6670230348199308025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=6670230348199308025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6670230348199308025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6670230348199308025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/noite-na-ilha.html' title='*A NOITE NA ILHA*'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoM0hfe1XMI/AAAAAAAALoU/9pAX-gGwKA0/s72-c/2016821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-1092279617560416081</id><published>2009-08-10T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:01:55.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* A PORTA DE SAÍDA *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoBiuiozU6I/AAAAAAAALnM/2RbIMW6O0fQ/s1600-h/RENATASTUDIO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368399307537077154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoBiuiozU6I/AAAAAAAALnM/2RbIMW6O0fQ/s400/RENATASTUDIO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assim , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nua na noite ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entrei em teu mundo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem querer , sem saber ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desavisada ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fascinada ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em busca de nada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou te tudo .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Algo diferente do trivial ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do óbvio entediante .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdida em minha estrada ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem rumo naquela hora ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dirigida por ventanias de outrora ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nada pensei , nada programei ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;olhei e entrei ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em tua morada ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vi teu olhar distante ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me convidando a entrar em teu deserto ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em teu oásis fascinante ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simplesmente entrei e te encontrei .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora perdida ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;procuro a despedida ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde é mesmo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a porta de saída ? ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-1092279617560416081?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/1092279617560416081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=1092279617560416081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/1092279617560416081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/1092279617560416081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/porta-da-saida.html' title='* A PORTA DE SAÍDA *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SoBiuiozU6I/AAAAAAAALnM/2RbIMW6O0fQ/s72-c/RENATASTUDIO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-3374792856837436821</id><published>2009-08-07T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:13:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* SEMPRE AS ROSAS *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnykRg2wxyI/AAAAAAAALks/J1NJ78Tr0_I/s1600-h/ILOVEYOU[1].JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367345476703143714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnykRg2wxyI/AAAAAAAALks/J1NJ78Tr0_I/s400/ILOVEYOU%5B1%5D.JPG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quero ficar aqui assim , quieta , serena e cheia de emoção , parece até que estou adolescente de novo , cada vez mais vejo que a vida é desejo , é isto que sinto agora . Experiências acumuladas somam , trazem energias ao nosso coração . Sempre adorei rosas vermelhas , difícil uma mulher não gostar , me fascinei por esta imagem .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-3374792856837436821?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/3374792856837436821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=3374792856837436821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3374792856837436821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3374792856837436821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/sempre-as-rosas.html' title='* SEMPRE AS ROSAS *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnykRg2wxyI/AAAAAAAALks/J1NJ78Tr0_I/s72-c/ILOVEYOU%5B1%5D.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-7086532704335040064</id><published>2009-08-06T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:58:38.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* SORRISO DE TERNURA *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnzpvaquU7I/AAAAAAAALlc/lhf-IhoIyPk/s1600-h/382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367421856740430770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnzpvaquU7I/AAAAAAAALlc/lhf-IhoIyPk/s400/382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um sorriso de ternura , uma paz deveras pura ,&lt;br /&gt;um olhar que irradia ,&lt;br /&gt;bondade , luz e alegria ,&lt;br /&gt;este olhar transmite tanto ,&lt;br /&gt;este sorriso ,&lt;br /&gt;é encanto e é ousadia ...&lt;br /&gt;este olhar é um recanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em meu pranto ...&lt;/div&gt;e minha nostalgia ,&lt;br /&gt;nesta suave e quente&lt;br /&gt;noite fria .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-7086532704335040064?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/7086532704335040064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=7086532704335040064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7086532704335040064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7086532704335040064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorriso-de-ternura.html' title='* SORRISO DE TERNURA *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnzpvaquU7I/AAAAAAAALlc/lhf-IhoIyPk/s72-c/382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-5846019392990887032</id><published>2009-08-05T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:47:58.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* SABOR DE PAIXÃO *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnpsxzN8IAI/AAAAAAAALi4/ai5pHigRcZI/s1600-h/son1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366721508783431682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnpsxzN8IAI/AAAAAAAALi4/ai5pHigRcZI/s400/son1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje tive um sonho de amor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; estavas aqui e era tão bom ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; estávamos olhando a chuva ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; e valorizando a beleza da terra molhada ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; as plantas agradeciam pela água&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; e se preparavam ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; para lançar os brotos de uma nova planta .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Pensei , como é bom a gente sentir assim , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de um jeito assim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; de um querer assim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; tudo fica tão lindo saboreado com paixão .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-5846019392990887032?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/5846019392990887032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=5846019392990887032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5846019392990887032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5846019392990887032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabor-de-paixao.html' title='* SABOR DE PAIXÃO *'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnpsxzN8IAI/AAAAAAAALi4/ai5pHigRcZI/s72-c/son1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-7166992376114599373</id><published>2009-08-05T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:58:34.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*DESPERTAR DA PAIXÃO*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnoNIuV5jgI/AAAAAAAALio/LMj773ASVm8/s1600-h/_o_o[1].bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366616349495365122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnoNIuV5jgI/AAAAAAAALio/LMj773ASVm8/s400/_o_o%5B1%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma nova paixão , &lt;div align="center"&gt;pura emoção ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é loucura da razão ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é a fuga dos pés no chão ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é querer e não ter , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é um latejar constante , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um gozar sem medos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o risco desejado , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;interrompido apenas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelos pássaros em uníssono ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anunciando o fim do dia , agora !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha alma até chora ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu corpo exaurido ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;conjuga verbos indefinidos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me diz que para fazer poemas é preciso amar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu respondo não ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para fazer poemas é preciso se apaixonar ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seguir em frente e gostar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem rumo , sem limite ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os dias acabam e nada ficará ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;só se encontra a felicidade ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando se entrega o coração . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te dei meu amor por um dia , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoje sei que não vou mais chorar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tudo passa , passará ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ficará a eterna lembrança gravada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eternizada até o final dos tempos .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teu lugar em meu coração , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é emoção , é paixão e é dor .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-7166992376114599373?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/7166992376114599373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=7166992376114599373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7166992376114599373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7166992376114599373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/despertar-da-paixao.html' title='*DESPERTAR DA PAIXÃO*'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnoNIuV5jgI/AAAAAAAALio/LMj773ASVm8/s72-c/_o_o%5B1%5D.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-3143830429171919015</id><published>2009-08-05T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:00:21.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*ALAMEDAS DOS DESEJOS*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnoGiZPOK9I/AAAAAAAALig/dlGqapWrAvU/s1600-h/alina3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366609093925415890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnoGiZPOK9I/AAAAAAAALig/dlGqapWrAvU/s400/alina3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A sensualidade da terra me seduz , &lt;div align="center"&gt;me conduz às alamedas dos desejos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;das esperas e das lembranças ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amo a terra desde criança , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as folhas , a seiva ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o mato com o sol banhando seus galhos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amo a vida que da natureza brota ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amo a latência da semente , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amo o trigo que dá o pão , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou amante por natureza ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu ser busca para sempre a paixão ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paixão de ser livre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e viver assim sem rédeas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao relento de meus pensamentos , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão indomáveis ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;galopam assim para a eternidade .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-3143830429171919015?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/3143830429171919015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=3143830429171919015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3143830429171919015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/3143830429171919015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/alameda-dos-desejos.html' title='*ALAMEDAS DOS DESEJOS*'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnoGiZPOK9I/AAAAAAAALig/dlGqapWrAvU/s72-c/alina3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-5660243415360371819</id><published>2009-08-05T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:10:14.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*ESPERA*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnoCDIti_tI/AAAAAAAALiY/BwKIVL3ond0/s1600-h/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366604158866751186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnoCDIti_tI/AAAAAAAALiY/BwKIVL3ond0/s400/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preciso estar contigo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quero estar contigo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;necessito tua presença ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na ausência e sempre ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tua alma atrai minha alma ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teu corpo grita ao meu corpo , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o mar nos espera , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sejamos primavera !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-5660243415360371819?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/5660243415360371819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=5660243415360371819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5660243415360371819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5660243415360371819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/espera.html' title='*ESPERA*'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnoCDIti_tI/AAAAAAAALiY/BwKIVL3ond0/s72-c/38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-7662168512558765361</id><published>2009-08-04T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:06:37.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*SENDAS DO SUBLIME*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Snj3GQJSuYI/AAAAAAAALh4/s_NKA1_hfpw/s1600-h/Sol47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366310642797164930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Snj3GQJSuYI/AAAAAAAALh4/s_NKA1_hfpw/s400/Sol47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certamente meu interior assim está pensando agora ,&lt;br /&gt;nas sendas do sublime ...&lt;br /&gt;pensamos que é somente minha esta emoção ,&lt;br /&gt;esta paixão sublime nasce ,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto outras pessoas a sentem tão distante ,&lt;br /&gt;na verdade não é solidão nem carência ,&lt;br /&gt;é evidência ...&lt;br /&gt;poderá ser excesso de amor ,&lt;br /&gt;saudade ou dor ,&lt;br /&gt;no som quente de uma melodia ,&lt;br /&gt;na tristeza imensa que me envolve ,&lt;br /&gt;e o sorriso me devolve .&lt;br /&gt;Amores que renascem ,&lt;br /&gt;sublimes como se foram ,&lt;br /&gt;retornam sua trajetória ,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que perdidos de sua origem&lt;br /&gt;esquecidos de sua glória .&lt;br /&gt;Partem sem deixar nenhuma história .&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou assim ,&lt;br /&gt;é uma sensação de estar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;e tão acompanhada estou ,&lt;br /&gt;na excitante jornada dos meus pensamentos ,&lt;br /&gt;transbordantes de paixão ,&lt;br /&gt;de emoção ...&lt;br /&gt;uma paixão que nasce ,&lt;br /&gt;colorindo minha face ...&lt;br /&gt;elas sempre nascem assim para mim ,&lt;br /&gt;arrebatadoras ...&lt;br /&gt;meu fazer apaixonado já é uma constante em meu viver .&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo que faço me dou inteira ,&lt;br /&gt;sempre assim fui&lt;br /&gt;sobrevivendo , sofri e renasci sempre ,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo após o desencanto ,&lt;br /&gt;como um gozar em pranto&lt;br /&gt;penetrando em meu canto .&lt;br /&gt;Construí meus castelos de carinhos&lt;br /&gt;sobre as cinzas das desilusões ...&lt;br /&gt;certeira e sorrateira a buscar meus caminhos ,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo em meio aos espinhos ,&lt;br /&gt;tornando a sublimidade uma constante ,&lt;br /&gt;um prazer reinante e transbordante ...&lt;br /&gt;como um delicioso licor em minha boca ,&lt;br /&gt;degustado gota à gota ...&lt;br /&gt;mesmo nas horas tristes e aparentemente vazias .&lt;br /&gt;Seriam na verdade uma agonia ,&lt;br /&gt;Se não buscasse minhas eternas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;fugidias , em minha cavalgada ...&lt;br /&gt;transformando-as em sendas do sublime ,&lt;br /&gt;numa apaixonante noite fria .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meus Poemas de Improviso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://aquariussandra.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.08.2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-7662168512558765361?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/7662168512558765361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=7662168512558765361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7662168512558765361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/7662168512558765361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/sendas-do-sublime.html' title='*SENDAS DO SUBLIME*'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/Snj3GQJSuYI/AAAAAAAALh4/s_NKA1_hfpw/s72-c/Sol47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-6046109879691892427</id><published>2009-08-02T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:22:35.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*TE AMO*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnZ-a1CqDQI/AAAAAAAALhI/IA8CHfLILLY/s1600-h/382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365615005438446850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnZ-a1CqDQI/AAAAAAAALhI/IA8CHfLILLY/s400/382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saudade , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu tens coisas que eu não posso entender ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saudade , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha vontade na vida é esquecer de ti .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na vida tudo se acaba , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que é belo também chega ao fim ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saudade que o trilho maltrata ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;partes para longe de mim .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu és tudo saudade ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tudo que a gente quer ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;és vela branca perdida , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nas ondas verdes do mar ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu és tudo na vida ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que a gente sente mas não vê ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;velha saudade repondes ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saudade , a vida és tu ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-6046109879691892427?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/6046109879691892427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=6046109879691892427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6046109879691892427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/6046109879691892427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-amo.html' title='*TE AMO*'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnZ-a1CqDQI/AAAAAAAALhI/IA8CHfLILLY/s72-c/382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565909721071824392.post-5781348298981627402</id><published>2009-08-02T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:22:59.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*CARÍCIAS*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnZ2rBXuCGI/AAAAAAAALhA/2Nu1-LCnJC8/s1600-h/ATgAAADksxVOOqv_fiTbQ3v5XfsSbbEQROacfMBNTFwg7cgKWRgfxTv-Jf3tquhiS0TpMAtmyXO10G35tK90EuZWOckZAJtU9VB7ZRpwLDfIwTn6R-VWF2tNWCkeKg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365606487532898402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnZ2rBXuCGI/AAAAAAAALhA/2Nu1-LCnJC8/s400/ATgAAADksxVOOqv_fiTbQ3v5XfsSbbEQROacfMBNTFwg7cgKWRgfxTv-Jf3tquhiS0TpMAtmyXO10G35tK90EuZWOckZAJtU9VB7ZRpwLDfIwTn6R-VWF2tNWCkeKg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No doce compasso do amor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;refeita das carícias e do carinho ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na madrugada me encontrei com o sol nascente , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ele falou que esta noite de amor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;era singular e eterna ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Waihrich Tatit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4565909721071824392-5781348298981627402?l=sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/feeds/5781348298981627402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4565909721071824392&amp;postID=5781348298981627402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5781348298981627402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4565909721071824392/posts/default/5781348298981627402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinfoniadesensualidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/caricias.html' title='*CARÍCIAS*'/><author><name>Sandra Waihrich Tatit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03271419740703472814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SvwSh418bgI/AAAAAAAAMcI/BX-7giHJ38I/S220/7117_101010193255812_100000404958625_24611_1692841_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gvar0QfAm2A/SnZ2rBXuCGI/AAAAAAAALhA/2Nu1-LCnJC8/s72-c/ATgAAADksxVOOqv_fiTbQ3v5XfsSbbEQROacfMBNTFwg7cgKWRgfxTv-Jf3tquhiS0TpMAtmyXO10G35tK90EuZWOckZAJtU9VB7ZRpwLDfIwTn6R-VWF2tNWCkeKg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
