tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55140265182048068442024-03-19T03:58:12.354-07:00OLHARES VAGABUNDOSum poema...uma foto...um olhar que sangra num telhado perdido...OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-71122438322709546582016-09-14T02:37:00.002-07:002016-09-14T02:41:54.124-07:00Voaste e sorriste como o outono que abraça a morte<br />
Choraste e amaste como a sorte<br />
Não sabes mas ainda cá moras<br />
Ainda cá moras ...<br />
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Há sentimentos que mesmo esquecidos ainda choram.OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-22662853728496705872010-09-04T01:30:00.000-07:002010-09-04T01:33:43.912-07:00DEVORA-ME...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmrg1uTO7Lyx7ErKW1slJiDP_7-BIJuOFYkrCeS3gEwUVuUIzcceKkbftVb14o0Dj9LJ2arhxC1BPFQyhjP2dPnDwpRTvGXupBwe_Lkcwlycb3CmspuD8Wp6jvE1Sk1U7e1bnUE8cC14/s1600/3966405.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmrg1uTO7Lyx7ErKW1slJiDP_7-BIJuOFYkrCeS3gEwUVuUIzcceKkbftVb14o0Dj9LJ2arhxC1BPFQyhjP2dPnDwpRTvGXupBwe_Lkcwlycb3CmspuD8Wp6jvE1Sk1U7e1bnUE8cC14/s400/3966405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512973687836603362" /></a><br />olha-me e sente-me<br />devora-me e não penses<br />morde-me<br />enquanto sou prazer<br />sou puta<br />lasciva da cor<br /><br />olha-me e não fales<br />olha-me e diz-me<br />diz-me tudo<br />até aquilo que não sente...<br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-33319704595700430992010-08-11T01:18:00.000-07:002010-08-11T01:25:08.125-07:00UM...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCtJD6MRy0Uj-rQIMi-dwgxte3emSRdeioNgEBA-N1X0FNylGhu-Cct9ffZogWuPlLoek0R80kxQHByfw-QAhqKLn3lphZXnS4sv8YVn5yBWQcjwl6GTKVL2KjPZ3m8SJM_MJ7-SAhYU/s1600/3893013.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCtJD6MRy0Uj-rQIMi-dwgxte3emSRdeioNgEBA-N1X0FNylGhu-Cct9ffZogWuPlLoek0R80kxQHByfw-QAhqKLn3lphZXnS4sv8YVn5yBWQcjwl6GTKVL2KjPZ3m8SJM_MJ7-SAhYU/s400/3893013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504065027346243730" /></a><br />um corpo suado em nadas<br />um beijo louco<br />um toque eterno<br />foder-te é sempre bom...<br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-84304681090674193672010-05-07T01:43:00.000-07:002010-05-07T01:47:14.820-07:00DESEJO...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFQtJGEtlTFFy1Nrn7XXtiFcy5XWphyphenhyphenz1zXrv1NheTYH9DiIG3pRk7N2X8snx3rxh_QzAT51QGrD0afirBJbx_Cv1YRC_U_9cZcIFIP5DdKYTJSGShQGvBJ4eh04iyTETBENUaXwdrwg/s1600/361530~2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFQtJGEtlTFFy1Nrn7XXtiFcy5XWphyphenhyphenz1zXrv1NheTYH9DiIG3pRk7N2X8snx3rxh_QzAT51QGrD0afirBJbx_Cv1YRC_U_9cZcIFIP5DdKYTJSGShQGvBJ4eh04iyTETBENUaXwdrwg/s400/361530~2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468446948081547938" /></a><br />sexo vestido de vermelho<br />despido<br />vestido<br />em tudo que é perfeito<br /><br />____poeta vagbundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-42740611104471355992009-08-18T03:06:00.000-07:002009-08-18T03:10:09.618-07:00KEKAS...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oL3VKeGRAUAOUbnDuGGQm_wqN2cmTDBTY6N_4_D6miVko3WS1eU8Wp_KSAHwYMZLZlseUK8N4Qa2jZ3ZlmrJsffPuHOLZQANRUQnQ3iyaJDlEOwg9dyQ__xO_S84FkyBDstw7rUo7cQ/s1600-h/2485550.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oL3VKeGRAUAOUbnDuGGQm_wqN2cmTDBTY6N_4_D6miVko3WS1eU8Wp_KSAHwYMZLZlseUK8N4Qa2jZ3ZlmrJsffPuHOLZQANRUQnQ3iyaJDlEOwg9dyQ__xO_S84FkyBDstw7rUo7cQ/s400/2485550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371243952762744434" /></a><br />e se te desejar o é<br />o é e é sentir-te<br />naquele nosso mundo<br />mundo em fantasia<br />onde dois corpos viajam<br />na margem do prazer<br />no sabor do ser...<br /><br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-16343002092996306142009-08-13T01:39:00.000-07:002009-08-13T01:45:30.345-07:00SENTIDOS...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiu2MDO3x61sRfZ4yx74TU-xupIMnu1MCIe0HpuaKuJxVIPuMhiegqhZtZDHfB9x8oe5iJsw8HcnNzvhwC76i6egDo0kB6lAHmzXptj7ti470duTQBsCQYddPGjedCiKd11ea2erpqOIc/s1600-h/2903912.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiu2MDO3x61sRfZ4yx74TU-xupIMnu1MCIe0HpuaKuJxVIPuMhiegqhZtZDHfB9x8oe5iJsw8HcnNzvhwC76i6egDo0kB6lAHmzXptj7ti470duTQBsCQYddPGjedCiKd11ea2erpqOIc/s400/2903912.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369366735117319106" /></a><br />um fetiche de cor<br />amamenta o toque<br />e rasga o teu corpo<br /><br />e sentes!<br />o sangue<br />o prazer do risco<br />de te sentir<br />do gemido<br />que se quer sem sentido<br /><br />sentes!?<br /><br />há sentimentos que se esquecem de sentir...<br /><br /><br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-36877357572634351932009-08-11T03:18:00.000-07:002009-08-11T03:37:01.330-07:00CORPO...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFTZtiB-vlBPvlwgDAAIYhpnUJZc6Td22g7dmgIknj0kisaTz3xfZqURb9-i8kTZn3Bu78QNxLpa0NzjiyxCHLPEXLoqrW2oQ47y0melFzmP9huuZlRjM_wR6wuV5Q1_E7S7sm-y8b9zM/s1600-h/2909213.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFTZtiB-vlBPvlwgDAAIYhpnUJZc6Td22g7dmgIknj0kisaTz3xfZqURb9-i8kTZn3Bu78QNxLpa0NzjiyxCHLPEXLoqrW2oQ47y0melFzmP9huuZlRjM_wR6wuV5Q1_E7S7sm-y8b9zM/s400/2909213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368653111075492770" /></a><br />desejo proibido<br />corpos em tesão<br />tentação é loucura<br />o teu corpo <br />a tua mão<br />que segura meu sexo<br />aquele que deseja<br />em ti ser de ti...<br /><br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-11686658145243357442009-07-22T12:19:00.000-07:002009-07-22T12:24:43.940-07:00LEMBRANÇAS...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXnXGy9qjLbxrwrtLqGx6dWPxG9xhri1wRfj75ba1uf5-btLesuGywhhyphenhyphen7MNOyDrOIoQEIGmGKK4lbbfmpiEtFpzsFp8HmDK5k6G9hTbvA6QZQXEb3OfcIJHKrI7W9lwkWMx-vrR5Y_A/s1600-h/2754371.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXnXGy9qjLbxrwrtLqGx6dWPxG9xhri1wRfj75ba1uf5-btLesuGywhhyphenhyphen7MNOyDrOIoQEIGmGKK4lbbfmpiEtFpzsFp8HmDK5k6G9hTbvA6QZQXEb3OfcIJHKrI7W9lwkWMx-vrR5Y_A/s400/2754371.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361367567333017202" /></a><br />sentes o meu corpo?<br />o doce da minha boca<br />que de roubar o teu açúcar<br />se tornou algodão...<br /><br />lembras-te!<br />de como assim foi o passado...<br /><br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-25682292792941107832009-06-27T02:04:00.000-07:002009-06-27T02:16:29.715-07:00SEDA...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7GCaB0KupGTSeKqYDbcFGvFNhkDyFyHVMt26kORHYGWDgBty1-SZRUdv022Vb1-AMAdPgJ_nLw9y42xr6XCnDdjATw7igWg8V2mJ8hJlgee0EZqo6xtT6WWA9VvxdznuwEtOIww6exA/s1600-h/po.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7GCaB0KupGTSeKqYDbcFGvFNhkDyFyHVMt26kORHYGWDgBty1-SZRUdv022Vb1-AMAdPgJ_nLw9y42xr6XCnDdjATw7igWg8V2mJ8hJlgee0EZqo6xtT6WWA9VvxdznuwEtOIww6exA/s400/po.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351933700297047330" /></a><br />seda assim és.<br />corpo estranho<br />que amamenta desejos<br /><br />um olhar que aparece<br />que me toma <br />que me faz<br />em sabor a vaidade<br /><br />seda assim parece.<br />nus nadamos <br />na intimidade<br />do que fomos<br />do se somos<br /><br />vim-me em seda...<br /><br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-82423864963396174372008-11-24T12:10:00.000-08:002008-11-24T12:25:28.057-08:00MATEI PARA EXISTIR...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yTGe1IyJHixQxYWxwmg7Zoa-2vghnWlyXtcsqhsYGohul2g2ucciDv-520vEzVmOxYkTHxTYK-Xj5R0-Vo_kBW3lZriBIdnAxUvYRzcMQK6FBgf4QvuXmJY0D8oRFsIZhyphenhyphenMZMa3LrQA/s1600-h/anjo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yTGe1IyJHixQxYWxwmg7Zoa-2vghnWlyXtcsqhsYGohul2g2ucciDv-520vEzVmOxYkTHxTYK-Xj5R0-Vo_kBW3lZriBIdnAxUvYRzcMQK6FBgf4QvuXmJY0D8oRFsIZhyphenhyphenMZMa3LrQA/s400/anjo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272322735518052594" /></a><br />um louco derrama o sangue numa página branca.<br />o mundo descobre que o perdão é tardio. <br />viste!<br />o suor tardio que esquece e aquece o vento.<br />ouve!<br />o amor é orgasmo...acaba onde o desejo morre...<br />tenho medo de não esquecer a felicidade e viver dentro do paraíso onde Lúcifer é anjo...<br /><br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-47531888391518362552008-10-28T12:45:00.000-07:002008-10-28T13:01:09.783-07:00AMANTES...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjzITZiYoN5mc9BIwEZ6GhjgDNoR1rvTF4c8cpaEeIXTY6VPE1uX_5oAq2t5Fm4PdZAexQrhmwebYvVv17lsIhPKqCaf0SCC6obvM616mIogXGwEC08qzPV8gKc3KWsvfW56CH5JLYxqs/s1600-h/aman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjzITZiYoN5mc9BIwEZ6GhjgDNoR1rvTF4c8cpaEeIXTY6VPE1uX_5oAq2t5Fm4PdZAexQrhmwebYvVv17lsIhPKqCaf0SCC6obvM616mIogXGwEC08qzPV8gKc3KWsvfW56CH5JLYxqs/s400/aman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262297032362581714" /></a><br />despi-te em seda e sorriste com esses lábios de infinito. o toque ainda o recordo como se o tempo ainda o desejasse mais que eu.<br />tocaste-me e o medo que se transformara em adrenalina derreteu como se o desejo fosse algo que queimasse.<br />assim veio o beijo com nossas línguas envoltas naquilo que já tinha sido sonho.tudo era perfeito, e éramos amantes envoltos na loucura que só o amor esconde...<br /><br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-61316186530344749292008-09-27T03:36:00.000-07:002008-09-27T03:43:30.866-07:00SEXO E AMOR....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUv_zCBs9U8Rsq_h1GrF9Jp0HTYc3789RB_VYv6iaCI8x_7H03m0IIUvCtUI8oY5qv1ngUjLdLHrRSefZ3b278mH-l765WpuJVOOfA2xRuCBpwlhX3lKwfnEVrsoVgd3E07nfAdfomjw/s1600-h/2213178.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUv_zCBs9U8Rsq_h1GrF9Jp0HTYc3789RB_VYv6iaCI8x_7H03m0IIUvCtUI8oY5qv1ngUjLdLHrRSefZ3b278mH-l765WpuJVOOfA2xRuCBpwlhX3lKwfnEVrsoVgd3E07nfAdfomjw/s400/2213178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250649908010841426" /></a><br /><br />O amor sonha com a pureza<br />sexo precisa do pecado<br />o amor é sonho dos solteiros<br />sexo é sonho dos casados<br /><br /><br /><br />____olhares vagabundos____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-59948507747504171982008-09-11T11:47:00.000-07:002008-09-11T11:57:51.453-07:00PURA...PUTA...SOMBRIA...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSaHZhjcEDJ30ggUoimq6H8gCHdJ5j-wGzxlPnGkGZQw1uByKOEggWejR4ziNzeedlC5s39s9XUB-QZnSxDJ2yh-Of4rk-fBOM9r12R3EP2sFfcmfpDKeYu4Sd1O3PAc1bWwIIl2B7gk/s1600-h/1742144.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSaHZhjcEDJ30ggUoimq6H8gCHdJ5j-wGzxlPnGkGZQw1uByKOEggWejR4ziNzeedlC5s39s9XUB-QZnSxDJ2yh-Of4rk-fBOM9r12R3EP2sFfcmfpDKeYu4Sd1O3PAc1bWwIIl2B7gk/s400/1742144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244839901268735282" /></a><br />pura<br />puta<br />sombria<br /><br />és mulher<br />que me faz acender<br />o eterno anoitecer<br /><br />és assim<br /><br />louca <br />como um deserto<br />que chora a céu aberto...<br /><br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-29189219973212855242008-07-11T11:51:00.000-07:002008-07-11T11:57:53.570-07:00PALHAÇO...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/itRrc0MWhNQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/itRrc0MWhNQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />o que esperas quando ouves a tua melodia?<br />-espero o desejo em forma de vida... a poesia que se transfere na imensidão de uma gota irreal.<br />consegues ser assim?<br />-só assim sei existir dentro desse tempo escondido de tudo.<br />és mesmo palhaço!<br />-sou sim! é verdade que sou... palhaço deste meu mundo escondido...<br /><br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-83767593828466644062008-06-27T23:29:00.000-07:002008-06-27T23:35:12.084-07:00CALOR...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_kyUi3J8G1AK_k5dVIz1z786qo1bzeX2dTfTDnJcc1rfBTvd1IKc-0bd9GfCM9gBUM8S3pQzN3L5pAu9sUlVLnYZSA5kzDvxkmH-offNc1S8N72SbWpTxyY1ZTpmui87BMVUdVlH5cE/s1600-h/1989322.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_kyUi3J8G1AK_k5dVIz1z786qo1bzeX2dTfTDnJcc1rfBTvd1IKc-0bd9GfCM9gBUM8S3pQzN3L5pAu9sUlVLnYZSA5kzDvxkmH-offNc1S8N72SbWpTxyY1ZTpmui87BMVUdVlH5cE/s400/1989322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216817143884266818" /></a><br />corpos<br />sexo<br />calor ou desejo<br />sexo num só corpo<br /><br />desejas-me!<br />eu quero-te<br />amante lasciva<br />mulher em vida<br />um toque<br />de alguém já só...<br /><br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-51257495312862654592008-05-26T02:24:00.000-07:002008-05-26T02:32:28.475-07:00POSSO...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlnqTnYu8kJCOnZLbnHdysL2sn8nnyh6QL-8GHZ16eR09x9_S8YDXIfyli0XJFeLTL5jUEz3Me6KKPEm5lCrIRjLGc2FHvVUIGg4Ecx10dzG0IbmAnKrFx2VjlwDJH-zHobEuCXwdid9w/s1600-h/5739.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlnqTnYu8kJCOnZLbnHdysL2sn8nnyh6QL-8GHZ16eR09x9_S8YDXIfyli0XJFeLTL5jUEz3Me6KKPEm5lCrIRjLGc2FHvVUIGg4Ecx10dzG0IbmAnKrFx2VjlwDJH-zHobEuCXwdid9w/s400/5739.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204616963127805394" /></a><br />faz-me!<br />o desejo<br />vêm-te!<br />comigo<br /><br />não penses<br />selvagem é o sexo<br /><br />um corpo<br />que sua<br />encostado<br />ela nua<br />viva<br /><br />vêm-te!<br />posso ficar assim?<br />assim contigo dentro de mim...<br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-25853649229466258732008-05-24T02:21:00.000-07:002008-05-24T02:38:59.293-07:00ÉS...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7rgXGbGNmbc8CIqm-bzeXDT-3Yn7cR11nw0pETIbnOc90uaGK4JUb-Y1_Tp__Ii2xvnMTxYOwdtJLv6PkdpKDc_OZgVZMTNGzSbpGy5vJCxiK64gZHwrSDiUFY9hmBU0utP78aV29ts/s1600-h/55884148.pb15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7rgXGbGNmbc8CIqm-bzeXDT-3Yn7cR11nw0pETIbnOc90uaGK4JUb-Y1_Tp__Ii2xvnMTxYOwdtJLv6PkdpKDc_OZgVZMTNGzSbpGy5vJCxiK64gZHwrSDiUFY9hmBU0utP78aV29ts/s400/55884148.pb15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203876553715647938" /></a><br />és...<br />foste...<br />e serás...<br />sonho<br /><br />sabes!<br /><br />ainda o és...<br /><br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-14074275803650457062008-05-10T01:48:00.000-07:002008-05-10T02:09:39.211-07:00CAMISA DE FLANELA...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyIQiICsqCuuQzFFoFwDruTV6EmKElplSjqW9dw81QglJ7LR5QFWlH3T0pH0JFr2MKAF22BNTZ3ls_yziRHBoZ7ZMP2rYqZIO01VctQsEU3icHDtTgg6xTfK8V9OgjjK7-2t4wEJ0Ki4/s1600-h/402853.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyIQiICsqCuuQzFFoFwDruTV6EmKElplSjqW9dw81QglJ7LR5QFWlH3T0pH0JFr2MKAF22BNTZ3ls_yziRHBoZ7ZMP2rYqZIO01VctQsEU3icHDtTgg6xTfK8V9OgjjK7-2t4wEJ0Ki4/s400/402853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198673771896065986" /></a><br />fui um adolescente ocasionalmente com ideias muito próprias. usava os cabelos compridos, vestia-me com as calças rotas e usava a famosa camisa de flanela, que tanto sucesso fez nos anos 90.<br />andava nas ruas quase sempre perdido em pensamentos, que por vezes ainda hoje me atormentam. acho que de alguma maneira levava comigo uma rebeldia controlada e sempre escondida.<br />hoje que escrevo estas palavras, sinto que o meu mundo mudou, que as minhas ideias e sonhos já não são os mesmos, que a juventude foi-se como um vento ocasional de verão...hoje já não sou o mesmo...e como diria um dos últimos grandes poetas das camisas de flanela..."eles riem de mim porque sou diferente, eu rio deles porque são todos iguais." <br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPQR-OsH0RQ&hl=pt-br"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPQR-OsH0RQ&hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-73613746913691046952008-05-07T23:29:00.000-07:002008-05-07T23:33:49.543-07:00MULHER...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qzq-YxZD91YlBmA1DVeygp-r9MsC4cFHNvuO3SVBHGK650Ey2awYe3unLhV_ljhZdZGZvHde-rwshaWYhGKUnufSqB6Q7f9nyozohZeWxIyJan6UMcOeYR0p-VmcLzwx1E784yZoC7U/s1600-h/1925198.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qzq-YxZD91YlBmA1DVeygp-r9MsC4cFHNvuO3SVBHGK650Ey2awYe3unLhV_ljhZdZGZvHde-rwshaWYhGKUnufSqB6Q7f9nyozohZeWxIyJan6UMcOeYR0p-VmcLzwx1E784yZoC7U/s400/1925198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197891415661238402" /></a><br />o pecado mora em ti<br />esquece o tempo<br />um orgasmo<br />que mora no vento...<br /><br />____poeta vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-26717237221320242072008-03-28T05:33:00.000-07:002008-03-28T05:48:44.978-07:00MUNDO CHATO...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMfzkiXXAGBlU1exswGRY1nZEs2ATLcsQ-ugyJCBFQylVkCETu0Lk5U6JJIxPgRD4YAj0_Ltg1HRl08uAzRMNB-B7H3-vSQWB3bds3VpPJcQrnZXvqjPabzQ8NMFzSQQFsnutR0z3fZQ/s1600-h/funnygraffiti14ic3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMfzkiXXAGBlU1exswGRY1nZEs2ATLcsQ-ugyJCBFQylVkCETu0Lk5U6JJIxPgRD4YAj0_Ltg1HRl08uAzRMNB-B7H3-vSQWB3bds3VpPJcQrnZXvqjPabzQ8NMFzSQQFsnutR0z3fZQ/s400/funnygraffiti14ic3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182773262179153570" /></a><br /><br /><br />quantas e quantas vezes nos sentimos assim....<br /><br /><br />____olhar vagabundo____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-50002424048683314742008-03-04T10:59:00.000-08:002008-03-04T11:05:56.461-08:00DIAS ESTRANHOS...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpZHluAznDbKUvcvI5XmVuGwk2R7t7qolLadDJ6Oe2UcAlMdbrx7-0ncekVzU-etcpl898ibAvdAOLGngWm09nSx4V-GY7WAgXgfAarxJBUyrw1pm7vQ5pByzdsAhQ9OrYF1PVxLDQGM/s1600-h/1790312.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpZHluAznDbKUvcvI5XmVuGwk2R7t7qolLadDJ6Oe2UcAlMdbrx7-0ncekVzU-etcpl898ibAvdAOLGngWm09nSx4V-GY7WAgXgfAarxJBUyrw1pm7vQ5pByzdsAhQ9OrYF1PVxLDQGM/s400/1790312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173964691632667106" /></a><br />quem sou eu! o mestre divino feito sangue...<br />escuto da morte a vida que não o é. às vezes sorrio enquanto vivo nesse teu jeito que me faz só...<br /><br />____olhares vagabundos____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514026518204806844.post-12630590215477602642008-02-22T04:53:00.000-08:002008-02-22T05:00:40.105-08:00THE END IS THE BEGGINING...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9irYoRE0a0GiaRv3eNUxmjno7qe6lwqsc9tQsZe_IzNO_hyphenhyphenH_qsoEnjobmQJeYYsQCjAnFMc2aPLg9DHt1Mc7Q19tM4K0oO4dDQYvEfhvhaej7RBZx6dQ19T_yAUNo5KLZDCrkPjB2k/s1600-h/183199.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9irYoRE0a0GiaRv3eNUxmjno7qe6lwqsc9tQsZe_IzNO_hyphenhyphenH_qsoEnjobmQJeYYsQCjAnFMc2aPLg9DHt1Mc7Q19tM4K0oO4dDQYvEfhvhaej7RBZx6dQ19T_yAUNo5KLZDCrkPjB2k/s400/183199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169788664049300610" /></a><br />futuro em segmentos<br />corpos despidos<br />uma rua pintada em dor<br />desfaz o sofrer<br /><br />____OLHAR VAGABUNDO____OLHAR VAGABUNDOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653132224806213492noreply@blogger.com15