tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43278493101598771662024-03-19T03:45:54.071+00:00ExtremoSentimentosMary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-81031258175921821322012-06-08T09:11:00.001+01:002012-06-08T09:15:50.914+01:00Crucify ...<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Every finger in the room is pointing at me<br /> I want to spit in their faces<br /> Then I get afraid of what that could bring<br /> I got a bowling ball in my stomach<br /> I got a desert in my mouth<br /> Figures that my courage<br /> Would choose to sell out now</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets<br /> Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets<br /> I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in<br /> Just what God needs, one more victim</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Why do we crucify ourselves?<br /> <u>Everyday I crucify myself</u><br /> <u>Nothing I do is good enough for you</u><br /> I crucify myself<br /> Everyday I crucify myself<br /> And my heart is sick of being in<br /> And my heart is sick of being in chains<br /> Chains</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Got a kick for a dog<br /> Begging for love<br /> Gotta have my suffering<br /> So that I can have my cross<br /> I know a cat named Easter<br /> He says: "Will you ever learn?<br /> You're just an empty cage, girl<br /> If you kill the bird."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets<br /> Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets<br /> I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in<br /> Got enough guilt to start my own religion</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Please be<br /> Save me<br /> I cry</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Looking for a savior in these dirty streets<br /> Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets<br /> I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in<br /> Where are those angels when you need them?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Why do we<br /> Crucify ourselves?<br /> Everyday<br /> I crucify myself</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eu já tenho a fantasia...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617380762309110450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjni7eyCbSibinRU45NIxrKGZ2oYVaU9ENBkf1fQqvIAck07588BiyTigneZRafCT-Lbmx_2ezi054UI-xWS2JTlLCWSfMA47U0vIhtgBgVv5IAHGvr8mXPjMrqSkdZJMFboGo7UbFZros/s400/hamilton011.jpg" /></a> .<br />.<br />. <br /><div></div>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-1482868519606102592011-06-08T23:47:00.001+01:002011-06-09T00:07:18.202+01:00Sorri<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Sorri quando a dor te torturar<br />E a saudade atormentar<br />Os teus dias tristonhos vazios<br /><br /><br />Sorri quando tudo terminar<br />Quando nada mais restar<br />Do teu sonho encantador<br /><br /><br />Sorri quando o sol perder a luz<br />E sentires uma cruz<br />Nos teus ombros cansados doridos<br /><br /><br />Sorri vai mentindo a sua dor<br />E ao notar que tu sorris<br />Todo mundo irá supor<br />Que és feliz!"<br /><br /><br />Charles Chaplin<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><a href="http://youtu.be/dj4Dq4Wxs7c"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">music - inxs - Beautiful Girl</span></a>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-88195340417541348652011-05-18T13:45:00.004+01:002011-05-18T13:56:30.102+01:00If i lay here...<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCZtBSASTHLiTfDkw-n0BOPba6Z01AlPDCxx70WipUzhIOu8ICVyKth4BSmPDZzJIH4P-t_v45PBLi0MHKXoyWr86AWxybKzXKk-AdrDja3e-iyjudVn63J8XRZszYAwhD6aJ39bXPQ4/s1600/blog01-250509h.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608038802163772370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCZtBSASTHLiTfDkw-n0BOPba6Z01AlPDCxx70WipUzhIOu8ICVyKth4BSmPDZzJIH4P-t_v45PBLi0MHKXoyWr86AWxybKzXKk-AdrDja3e-iyjudVn63J8XRZszYAwhD6aJ39bXPQ4/s400/blog01-250509h.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">We'll do it all,<br /><br />Everything,<br /><br />On our own.<br /><br /><br />We don't need<br /><br />Anything<br /><br />Or anyone.<br /><br /><br />If I lay here,<br /><br />If I just lay here,<br /><br />Would you lie with me and just forget the world?<br /><br /><br />I don't quite know<br /><br />How to say<br /><br />How I feel.<br /><br /><br />Those three words<br /><br />Are said too much.<br /><br />They're not enough.<br /><br /><br />If I lay here,<br /><br />If I just lay here,<br /><br />Would you lie with me and just forget the world?<br /><br /><br />Forget what we're told<br /><br />Before we get too old.<br /><br />Show me a garden that's bursting into life.<br /><br /><br />Let's waste time<br /><br />Chasing cars<br /><br />Around our heads.<br /><br /><br />I need your grace<br /><br />To remind me<br /><br />To find my own.<br /><br /><br />If I lay here,<br /><br />If I just lay here,<br /><br />Would you lie with me and just forget the world?<br /><br /><br />Forget what we're told<br /><br />Before we get too old.<br /><br />Show me a garden that's bursting into life.<br /><br /><br />All that I am,<br /><br />All that I ever was<br /><br />Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.<br /><br /><br />I don't know where,<br /><br />Confused about how as well,<br /><br />Just know that these things will never change for us at all.<br /><br /><br />If I lay here,<br /><br />If I just lay here,<br /><br />Would you lie with me and just forget the world?</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">music - </span>Sn</span><a href="http://youtu.be/GemKqzILV4w"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ow Patrol - Chasing Cars</span></a> </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-7711843930868311542011-04-17T22:46:00.005+01:002011-04-17T22:55:42.098+01:00summertime<div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596672211988710898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEght-MsBiAwalRdrSdE3ULbnQbnb-JEUNdOI1d35Khw9G0xBm7Zv4mNAvcTRLu6cUfZMqO_U2CpM5aU58qLp5KFEuQxJFvYqyl2QEVUPBFdHloo0q1pfTBKE_8w64cIO7mwijwLLxQpmoo/s400/mirror.jpg" /></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://youtu.be/MIDOEsQL7lA">music: sumeertime - Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong</a></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-88581752553119532572011-03-26T15:22:00.001+00:002011-03-26T15:26:50.518+00:00DULZURA<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><br/></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><br/></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9ElbubaoUjkyXNcUvLzH8AXLt7IXoEBK-mA5zpLJbqSZyI6X1ivAA5CpRPHtFYK_ng8BtY-QImPvFdJljKcGmzqUZJ8S1sIIfO0FwXfphAHjHGnaACbEZnGOPDsGH22-P2DDYJqlkj0/s1600/olhares.aeiou.pt5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588410278904942194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9ElbubaoUjkyXNcUvLzH8AXLt7IXoEBK-mA5zpLJbqSZyI6X1ivAA5CpRPHtFYK_ng8BtY-QImPvFdJljKcGmzqUZJ8S1sIIfO0FwXfphAHjHGnaACbEZnGOPDsGH22-P2DDYJqlkj0/s400/olhares.aeiou.pt5.jpg" /></a> <br/><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Faz amor comigo em Espanhol.<br />Não com essa outra língua.<br />Quero-te juntito a mi,<br />terno como a linguagem cantarolada por bebés.<br />Quero ser assim<br />embalada, mi bien<br />querido, assim amada.<br /><br />Quero-te dentro<br />da boca do meu coração<br />dentro da harpa dos meus pulsos,<br />a doce carne da manga,<br />no ouro que baloiça<br />nas minhas orelhas e pescoço.<br /><br />Diz o meu nome. Di-lo.<br />Do modo que é suposto dizê-lo.<br />Quero saber que já te conhecia<br />mesmo antes de te conhecer."<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />SANDRA CISNEROS</span></span></div><br/><br /><br/> <div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div></div>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-45100931587359573512011-03-19T02:02:00.003+00:002011-03-19T02:03:57.093+00:00TPM<br/><br /><br/><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmeLed6wDKMYniou-yGMncyB5_TjaN4bEaQx-3DbIdPW8jDRH1ZYBjWb0icOeSFcgXcnYwBMCczbCSS95vvrwn0csf8UY7WlaO-v2N1JloLJvPNCHUZPVh4WgOfs5CoF6snNKW-w6uLg/s1600/tira181.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585605636875613778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmeLed6wDKMYniou-yGMncyB5_TjaN4bEaQx-3DbIdPW8jDRH1ZYBjWb0icOeSFcgXcnYwBMCczbCSS95vvrwn0csf8UY7WlaO-v2N1JloLJvPNCHUZPVh4WgOfs5CoF6snNKW-w6uLg/s400/tira181.gif" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><br/></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"> Não consigo entender, porque motivo dizem que estou com o TPM!!!!</span><br /><br/></div><div align="center"><br/></div><div align="center"></div>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-68097718910623126022011-03-15T18:18:00.004+00:002011-03-15T20:14:30.722+00:00Final<div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">~</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">~</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Y452wJJPkzW7YhnZNkM6zkf_tnQ1olahXJDYyxl8Q_PzmHmRx8KI7IhzNYR9ShhXyasm_wts97U27ZPf1DfuvBiQZprNk466WN7HXAHsP81jgRYGMP92B5eO_-Kq2C6781uI1hr8pIw/s1600/_2561669276_2c77f70d56_b_m.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584373306288372242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Y452wJJPkzW7YhnZNkM6zkf_tnQ1olahXJDYyxl8Q_PzmHmRx8KI7IhzNYR9ShhXyasm_wts97U27ZPf1DfuvBiQZprNk466WN7HXAHsP81jgRYGMP92B5eO_-Kq2C6781uI1hr8pIw/s400/_2561669276_2c77f70d56_b_m.jpg" /> <p align="right"></a><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">~</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">~</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br/></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Quero acabar como uma gata,</span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br/> <br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">beber leite em tigelas de barro,<br /><br/> </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">comer peixe fresco e fetos.<br /><br/> </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quero ser uma gata para me deitar<br /><br/> </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">entre livros que estás a ler,<br /><br/> </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">deixar pêlos meus pela casa toda,<br /><br/> </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">arranhar-te as pernas.<br /><br/> </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quero acabar como gata,<br /><br/> </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">para que me fales quando estiveres só,<br /><br/> </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">convencido de que nunca te vou compreender<br /><br/> </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">rasgar-te papéis importantes,<br /><br/> </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">extraviar adornos de valor.<br /><br/> </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quero ser uma gata para de noite subir aos telhados<br /><br/> </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e ouvir-te desesperado a chamar-me: </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br/><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>miau</strong>,</span> <span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>miau</strong>,</span> <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">miau</span></strong>, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">miau</span>...</strong>”<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /></p><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Zoé Valdéz</strong></span></div>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-9097406125896125942011-03-13T20:10:00.002+00:002011-03-13T20:12:43.169+00:00Vamos ás compras?<br/><br /><br/><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqc7WrnpquRvE9TCDLsC1b2go-ghqyE4CbjVEqETUSACTK_0piKg26TORGA0vD3KMHlQJFmB0520Es4wHmjem33t_BB4AA_SuVr5O5HWEaxXFCL8brJzyWctgTPVHfUdMDumoHeDvuIU/s1600/Capture.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583659850071770194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqc7WrnpquRvE9TCDLsC1b2go-ghqyE4CbjVEqETUSACTK_0piKg26TORGA0vD3KMHlQJFmB0520Es4wHmjem33t_BB4AA_SuVr5O5HWEaxXFCL8brJzyWctgTPVHfUdMDumoHeDvuIU/s400/Capture.JPG" /></a> <br/><br /><br/><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://store.lustfilms.com/">http://store.lustfilms.com/</a></div>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-27345296792882278592011-02-09T10:59:00.002+00:002011-02-09T11:04:18.933+00:00GOSTAVA QUE ME AMASSES, HOJE NO FINAL DA TARDE…<br/><br /><br/><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1V5f_pkjfN9iSJ1i_VSl0YQ0ThQ7Nk2jdBVOQln1ipEsUJE0SLT4MJfb5l7myHTxOexL_XSMBEeQiAKpnw8kVT-6xkbjp4J4GgxrXyWx0cYn6GShhc2FBTxsAzG5HVzxMCN0maMS85A/s1600/zz5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571642859564117346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1V5f_pkjfN9iSJ1i_VSl0YQ0ThQ7Nk2jdBVOQln1ipEsUJE0SLT4MJfb5l7myHTxOexL_XSMBEeQiAKpnw8kVT-6xkbjp4J4GgxrXyWx0cYn6GShhc2FBTxsAzG5HVzxMCN0maMS85A/s400/zz5.jpg" /></a> .<br />.<br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Tenho este desejo… que cresce dentro de mim… Tenho o desejo que me ames, que me amarres por de trás.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">~<br />Sentir a tua respiração quente junto a minha orelha… e ouvir as tuas promessas sussurradas ao meu ouvido.<br />~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sentir o teu pau duro, dentro das calças encostado ao meu cu, a roçar… a convidar.<br />~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sentir as tuas mãos me percorrerem de baixo para cima, amarrando-me acariciando, puxando-me cada vez mais para ti.<br />~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sentir os teus lábios no meu pescoço, a beijarem-me e morderem-me…<br />~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sentir as tuas mãos procurarem o meu corpo por debaixo da roupa, sentir o arrepio das tuas mãos frias na minha pele cada vez mais quente.<br />~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sentir o teu tesão cada vez mais duro, toca-lo com as minhas mãos…. Desliza-lo, abri-lo para mim. Ajoelhar-me diante de ti e deliciar-me contigo, com o teu sabor, os teus gemidos e o teu rosto de prazer…. Fazer-me escorrer de prazer apenas com o sentido da visão e sabor.<br />~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sentir-te a desejar-me, sentir-te a abrires-me e me lamberes toda, com vontade e sofreguidão…<br />~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sentir-te a beber-me a saborear-me enquanto me venho na tua boca deliciosa…<br />~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sentir-me nos teus lábios, que lambo depois do fantástico orgasmo que acabo de ter.<br />~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sentir-te a penetras-me com força de uma vez só o teu pau duro, na minha cona molhada de desejo, de vontade que a penetres, que a fodas…<br />~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sentir as tuas estucadas até ao fundo… fortes, certeiras, duras…<br />~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sentir-te a escorrer de prazer dentro de mim e pelas minhas pernas..<br />~</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Com toda esta vontade, só me resta fechar os olhos e pedir baixinho:<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">~</span></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">“Gostava que me amasses, hoje no final da tarde…”</span></em><br />.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">.</div></span>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-35118815220034152352011-01-30T16:56:00.009+00:002011-02-01T00:14:54.004+00:0013<br/><br /><br/><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy28gNt_y5OztYAWP7zphHbgo5dfBSVm3kAsLGU9pXa4jSErUN2halxVMCV-hYvpeRGv452PQgy4eQRqpx9byAqB90_IS1__2G5bojVompss9Xi4MjL_7LpCZ19WSQ6jGahkhyphenhyphenQWezURY/s1600/__first_kiss___by_my_try.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568027413928481138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy28gNt_y5OztYAWP7zphHbgo5dfBSVm3kAsLGU9pXa4jSErUN2halxVMCV-hYvpeRGv452PQgy4eQRqpx9byAqB90_IS1__2G5bojVompss9Xi4MjL_7LpCZ19WSQ6jGahkhyphenhyphenQWezURY/s400/__first_kiss___by_my_try.jpg" /></a> <br/><br /><br/><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">01/02/1998 (Domingo inicio de noite)<br /><br/><br />O dia estava feio, aguardavamos os nossos amigos, que estavam a chegar para mais uma semana de aulas.<br /><br/><br />Estávamos ambos deitados sobre a minha cama a ver o “Chuva de estrelas”, não havia nada para fazer. (o programa de TV, mostra bem o desespero!)<br /><br/><br />Olhamo-nos e roubamo-nos um beijo… Estranho… éramos os melhores amigos, nada, nenhuma acção que a gente tenha tido, nos levaria a pensar, que aquele momento iria acontecer.<br /><br/><br />Prometemo-nos 3 semanas de namoro. Pois nunca nos passou pela cabeça que aquele beijo selaria o que são hoje 13 anos em conjunto.<br /><br/><br />13 anos em conjunto definem-se em <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Amor</span></strong> (hoje, amanhã e depois de tudo), <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Tesão</span></strong>, <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Amizade</span></strong> (algo que nunca se perdeu e que fortaleceu, com muito carinho), <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Diálogo</span></strong> (horas… noites… ver o amanhecer), <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sexo</span></strong>, <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Casamento</strong></span>, <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Trabalho/emprego</strong></span> (que nos rouba toda a nossa essência), <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Silêncio</span></strong> (por vezes, é de ouro, outras nem por isso), <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Distância</strong></span>, <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Discussão</strong></span> (tristes, marcantes, mas que fazem falta, estou certa que algumas foram desnecessárias), <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Tristeza</strong></span> (com muitas, muitas lágrimas), <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Alegrias</span></strong> (com muitos sorrisos e risos), <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Abraços</strong></span> (bem apertadinhooooooos), <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Musica</strong></span> (omg, o que eu aprendi!), <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Poesia/literatura</span></strong> (uma das paixões adquirida com o companheirismo), entre outras igualmente importantes.<br /><br/><br />Para o futuro apenas uma: <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Esperança!</strong></span> (No restauro de uma confiança quebrada)<br /><br/><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Parabéns Z.<br />Amote muito!</span></div><br/><br /><br/> <div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Muitas musicas poderiam ser a nossa... temos uma vantagem, temos um monte delas... mas esta marca o nosso casamento, quando espantamos todos os nossos convidados com a nossa fantástica actuação... :)))</span></div><br/><br /><br/> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sL_EKEVtmSU"><span style="font-size:85%;">music - Frank Sinatra & Bono Vox - (I've Got You) Under My Skin</span> </a></span></div>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-42204175994930480252011-01-27T23:03:00.001+00:002011-01-27T23:16:25.525+00:00...<br/><br /><br/><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyAgNTNa8iAlaybz8Wh3qZ-hU0Q5FszXlsyHyNn3aqC8MKf_AIS7q2VqAj9-n-K7kvyoK7tYivfyErozfRL6_sdoRX6R3KPhSMT6JIrNw5mLYrhDpKxV7sPUgqiN78dBF9LD5_haZC6M/s1600/ed6180cd502e67c8b197c147dba9732b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567008423154587266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyAgNTNa8iAlaybz8Wh3qZ-hU0Q5FszXlsyHyNn3aqC8MKf_AIS7q2VqAj9-n-K7kvyoK7tYivfyErozfRL6_sdoRX6R3KPhSMT6JIrNw5mLYrhDpKxV7sPUgqiN78dBF9LD5_haZC6M/s400/ed6180cd502e67c8b197c147dba9732b.jpg" /></a> <br/><br /><br/><br /><div></div>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-999672131222886232011-01-08T02:21:00.001+00:002011-01-08T02:24:34.730+00:00...<br/><br /><br/><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxf6jHfkOgDWdUPv05xFZ4hQTORgNAr6DzXy8GDzxxdjTxuUbaJJoD6FhOvlUvzEpKB9a_dpjRaSv_B41GYztnebIeDX9mAMcf2v62whRE_yN2n1C7PyJKfNXwnG1wd8xxjAS4-ozhq8/s1600/BDSM_collar_back.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559634924789565826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxf6jHfkOgDWdUPv05xFZ4hQTORgNAr6DzXy8GDzxxdjTxuUbaJJoD6FhOvlUvzEpKB9a_dpjRaSv_B41GYztnebIeDX9mAMcf2v62whRE_yN2n1C7PyJKfNXwnG1wd8xxjAS4-ozhq8/s400/BDSM_collar_back.jpg" /></a> <br/><br /><br/><br /><div></div>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-21557083339490708242011-01-05T23:05:00.001+00:002011-01-05T23:06:58.100+00:00i can't stop! :))~<br />~<br />~<br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CEigSnFVmFfe2Ux2KB48UcJUVzVrrJN6FDwzr9bpfcVN20CQ9iUYcaPoVLsFe2L7uTdcOca44IDjKi7jkttEPZx0sQVr78Gco1U6riaQ9NWbPOs3zBt2vjeR4_LBv6DSf04pS1c4OXI/s1600/smile_by_bestday-d2xrc2p.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558842005894301010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CEigSnFVmFfe2Ux2KB48UcJUVzVrrJN6FDwzr9bpfcVN20CQ9iUYcaPoVLsFe2L7uTdcOca44IDjKi7jkttEPZx0sQVr78Gco1U6riaQ9NWbPOs3zBt2vjeR4_LBv6DSf04pS1c4OXI/s400/smile_by_bestday-d2xrc2p.jpg" /></a><br />~</div><div align="right">~</div><div align="right">~</div>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327849310159877166.post-70108546387193407812010-12-30T12:57:00.004+00:002010-12-30T13:29:36.553+00:00Feliz 2011!<br/><br /><br/><br /><br/><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoavz7Ztnurd3ipOmyKOaZewYNOSLVoKzwUcdPeId5NX_UbbZ1DqlY-g7t1i65-jxb8vjgf9TUspTfTXwXGf1PT1fchtxL6gza0-pdaOmhbxJbR5ziyn3fNbI4UW0ExbfKo6tZ16YB88/s1600/guerrera.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556458896819448370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoavz7Ztnurd3ipOmyKOaZewYNOSLVoKzwUcdPeId5NX_UbbZ1DqlY-g7t1i65-jxb8vjgf9TUspTfTXwXGf1PT1fchtxL6gza0-pdaOmhbxJbR5ziyn3fNbI4UW0ExbfKo6tZ16YB88/s400/guerrera.jpg" /></a> <br/></p><p><br/><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Soou o toque de saída. É o final de mais uma batalha… mas não da guerra.</span></p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br/><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Essa continua…</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br/></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">A nossa última luta foi dura, quase insuportável… Estive quase a dar-me por vencida.<br /><br/></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Utilizaste os golpes mais baixos.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br/><br />E não estando eu preparada e sabendo tu do tamanho do meu orgulho e teimosia, sabias que me irias destruir.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br/><br />Atiraste-me ao chão, fizeste-me comer o pó da arena. O meu sangue misturou-se com a terra. </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br/><br />Abriste-me feridas que só o tempo, muito amor e esperança podem curar.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br/></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mesmo quase moribunda, segurei-me ás minhas últimas forças e levantei-me. </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br/><br />Afinal sou Guerreira, não deixei que me eliminasses!</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br/><br />Recuperei o fôlego o meu orgulho, enxuguei as lágrimas, lambi as feridas.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br/><br />Estou de volta á arena... solto o meu grito de guerra.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br/></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Anda… Não me dou por vencida!</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br/><br /></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsNfHcfy8PI"><span style="font-size:100%;">music - i stand alone</span></a></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Now I've told you this once before can't control me</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If you try to take me down you're gonna break</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I feel your having nothing that you`re doing for me</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm thinking you`re a fake, you run away</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stand alone Inside </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br/></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stand alone</span></div><div align="justify"><br/></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You're always hiding behind your so called goddess </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So what, you don't think that we can see your face?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ressurrected back before the final fallen</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I'll never rest</span></strong> until </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I can make my own way</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm not afraid of fading </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br/></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stand alone</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Feeling your sting down inside me </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I'm not dying for it</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stand alone </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Everything that </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I believe is fading </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stand alone </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Inside </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stand alone</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br/></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now it's my time </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's my time to dream </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dream of the skies </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Make me believe that this place isn't plagued by the poison in me</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Help me decide if my fire will burn out before you can breathe </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Breathe into me </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br/></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stand alone </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Inside</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stand alone</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br/></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Feeling your sting down inside me </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm not dying for itI stand alone </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Everything that I believe is fading </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br/></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stand alone </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Inside </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stand alone </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Inside </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stand alone </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Inside </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stand alone </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Inside ..."<br /><br/></div></span>Mary Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14295148191753291569noreply@blogger.com3