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style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desenvolver este lado que estava até então guardadinho lá dentro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me envolvi demais...&lt;br /&gt;fiz tudo errado... sofri, chorei... fui lá no&lt;br /&gt;fundo do poço, me afastei da Net por um tempo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saí dos grupos, deletei o meu... depois tudo começou a se ajeitar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coloquei a casa em ordem, redescobri o amor dentro de mim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o amor por quem realmente me ama e de repente me vi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apaixonada pelo pai de meus filhos e voltamos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou feliz demais, coração em paz,&lt;br /&gt;tranqüila, aprendi a usar a Net como opção, lazer...&lt;br /&gt;Não estou mais deslumbrada, estou fazendo tudo com carinho e cuidado,&lt;br /&gt;respeito e principalmente, com os pés no chão.&lt;br /&gt;É isso amigos, hoje faço mais um ano de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz e realizada em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Amo vocês e agradeço pelo carinho&lt;br /&gt;de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo em todos e bom dia.&lt;br /&gt;27/07/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-145646127435669654?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o corpo inteiro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caminhando lentamente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parando, desenhando cada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pedacinho, contornando,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;incendiando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teus lábios tentadores, macios,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sensuais, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me beijando, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enlouquecendo totalmente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teus olhos me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;admirando, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me deixando completamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;despudorada diante do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teu desejo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;"&gt;Tento dormir e não consigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;"&gt;teu cheiro ainda está lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;"&gt;impregnado em meus lençois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;"&gt;tuas essências correm em meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;"&gt;sangue, sinto tudo, todas as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;"&gt;sensações, suspiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;"&gt;chamo teu nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje na nossa alcoviteira macia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;"&gt;no emaranhado dos lençois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não consigo pensar em mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada, só em ti, em nossas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noites apaixonadas, nosso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amor intenso, delirante, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheio de prazer... nosso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentir... nosso querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/SlR3TUuNrvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YHZD8dfUGCM/s1600-h/%21cid_01ed01c95656%242930a5c0%240300000a%40RAFA.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356037030714126066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/SlR3TUuNrvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YHZD8dfUGCM/s320/%21cid_01ed01c95656%242930a5c0%240300000a%40RAFA.gif" border="0" 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href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/sentindo-voce-eliana-duarte-deitada-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868524272288671382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/SlR3ETeraMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7LlAjUT73b4/s72-c/%21cid_007b01c9ffb0%24096327f0%24b38cfea9%40desk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-7892953534085010719</id><published>2009-07-06T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:17:05.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/SlJbL999fSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-cWtpk-dNMI/s1600-h/!cid_00da01c9b37e%245888a090%240300000a%40RAFA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355443168068074786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/SlJbL999fSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-cWtpk-dNMI/s320/!cid_00da01c9b37e%245888a090%240300000a%40RAFA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo pelo que tu és e representas&lt;br /&gt;para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo acima de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;de todos, acima de mim mesma, além de todas as minhas vontades.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo porque és minha razão&lt;br /&gt;de viver, meu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;meus sonhos, minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo porque teus olhos são doces, tua boca tem o sabor do mel, teu corpo me envolve totalmente a cada momento em que&lt;br /&gt;juntinhos estamos.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo assim:&lt;br /&gt;Te sentindo,&lt;br /&gt;me inspirando cada vez que te olho,&lt;br /&gt;te desnudando em meu pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;te desenhando em meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;De forma doce e delicada,&lt;br /&gt;sensivel e amada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3464364277299257951-7892953534085010719?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7892953534085010719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=7892953534085010719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-2688796765293230573</id><published>2009-07-03T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:10:32.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Sk5ljZayfUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DxwkKG-qe6U/s1600-h/!cid_002101c9ea26%24564ddcd0%24b38cfea9%40desk.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354328665783172418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Sk5ljZayfUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DxwkKG-qe6U/s320/!cid_002101c9ea26%24564ddcd0%24b38cfea9%40desk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SABE O QUE EU MAIS QUERIA AGORA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sair com você pelas ruas de mãos dadas, bem abraçadinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ouvir aquele som e saber que aquela é a nossa musica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Deitar e saber que ao acordar você ainda estaria lá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;juntinho de mim, que não era um sonho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que você era meu de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vestir aquela roupa sensual, perfumar-me e ver seu olhar de admiração, achando-me bela e querendo-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ir a um cinema, comer pipoca,&lt;br /&gt;me emocionar com um belo filme de amor e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;estar ali bem pertinho de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sentir-me nas nuvens só de ver o brilho dos seus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Te amar docemente com toda intensidade do meu querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me sentir uma criança mimada, acarinhada e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;apaixonada por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sentar na varanda, ficar olhando o pôr do sol, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;acariciando seu rosto, sentindo seu calor e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vivendo nosso momento... único e especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O que eu mais queria era ser sua namorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eliana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-2688796765293230573?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2688796765293230573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=2688796765293230573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/2688796765293230573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/2688796765293230573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/sabe-o-que-eu-mais-queria-agora-eliana.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868524272288671382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Sk5ljZayfUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DxwkKG-qe6U/s72-c/!cid_002101c9ea26%24564ddcd0%24b38cfea9%40desk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-4984510667702239642</id><published>2009-07-03T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:38:26.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Sk5eDxxA3KI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DF8COpmAyoE/s1600-h/!cid_009301c9f96d%245cfa5170%24b38cfea9%40desk.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354320425981631650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Sk5eDxxA3KI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DF8COpmAyoE/s320/!cid_009301c9f96d%245cfa5170%24b38cfea9%40desk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;APENAS UM SONHO&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu gostaria de ser como um pássaro e&lt;br /&gt;voar em direção a ti....Eu entraria por tua janela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;deitaria em tua cama e passaria suavemente&lt;br /&gt;minhas mãos em teus cabelos... ficaria bem&lt;br /&gt;quietinha te admirando, olhando-te, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sentindo tua respiração,&lt;br /&gt;teus cheiros e imaginando no que estarias sonhando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seria comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Neste momento eu entraria em teu sonho e te beijaria,&lt;br /&gt;então tu corresponderias ardentemente e o sonho se fundia com o real..&lt;br /&gt;Neste embate de amor tu me amavas loucamente e não sabias&lt;br /&gt;se era um sonho ou se estávamos realizando nosso mais doce desejo,&lt;br /&gt;só sentias que eu estava lá, como em um passe de mágica,&lt;br /&gt;te tocando, me enroscando em tuas caricias,&lt;br /&gt;me embriagando no perfume do teu corpo e vivendo esta paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Então realizaríamos nossos sonhos...se era real ou não, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;não importa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O que sei é que nos amaríamos intensamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Como sonhamos com este dia, noites a fio só nos sentindo,&lt;br /&gt;nos querendo,nos desejando e este sentimento a cada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dia mais e mais nos tomando em um todo... corpo e alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Era tudo o que eu queria agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sair voando em direção a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-4984510667702239642?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/4984510667702239642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=4984510667702239642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-9042492636392155329</id><published>2009-07-03T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:34:26.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Sk5dKP66PlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ps8Yy6dJFnw/s1600-h/!cid_005301c9fa2c%24fc752350%24b38cfea9%40desk.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354319437643791954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Sk5dKP66PlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ps8Yy6dJFnw/s320/!cid_005301c9fa2c%24fc752350%24b38cfea9%40desk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TALVEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja tarde quando&lt;br /&gt;resolveres voltar...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que nesse dia meu&lt;br /&gt;coração já esteja ocupado,&lt;br /&gt;tenha até outro dono.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que vai cuidar de mim,&lt;br /&gt;me dar o que você não conseguiu:&lt;br /&gt;amor, carinho e o mais importante, confiança!&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia vais olhar para trás e&lt;br /&gt;perceber a mulher que fui,&lt;br /&gt;o quanto me dediquei a ti,&lt;br /&gt;não só de corpo mas de alma também.&lt;br /&gt;Se errei, cometi alguma falha é porque sou humana,&lt;br /&gt;igual a todos, se te magoei alguma vez,&lt;br /&gt;foi por te amar demais, só isso.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia nesse enlevo do teu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;perceberás o quanto foi especial nosso amor,&lt;br /&gt;que nada nem o tempo vai&lt;br /&gt;conseguir apagá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;É... e nesse dia será tarde,&lt;br /&gt;muito tarde, meu coração tão sofrido já&lt;br /&gt;estará preenchido.&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de te esperar;&lt;br /&gt;desistiu simplesmente.&lt;br /&gt;Uma pena... só restarão as&lt;br /&gt;lembranças e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez sintas saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Será?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-9042492636392155329?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/9042492636392155329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=9042492636392155329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/9042492636392155329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/9042492636392155329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/talvez-eliana-duarte-talvez-seja-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868524272288671382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Sk5dKP66PlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ps8Yy6dJFnw/s72-c/!cid_005301c9fa2c%24fc752350%24b38cfea9%40desk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-267314723895662460</id><published>2007-09-22T16:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:22:59.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/RvethJgoC2I/AAAAAAAAABw/LY9HIk9RAwE/s1600-h/Imagem14.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113746686902537058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/RvethJgoC2I/AAAAAAAAABw/LY9HIk9RAwE/s320/Imagem14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;QUE VOZ DOCE VOCÊ TEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nunca vou esquecer o dia que falamos pela primeira vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tu ligastes para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pegastes-me de surpresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quanta emoção senti naquele momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Até então só teclávamos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;não conhecíamos a voz um do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Foi algo mágico, escutar aquela voz suave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ao mesmo tempo meio tremula... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nós estávamos emocionados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Afinal de contas podíamos naquele momento conhecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;um pouco mais um do outro, nossas reações, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nossos sorrisos, perceber nosso silencio em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;determinados momentos... Foi demais!&lt;br /&gt;Era como se tu estivesses ali, pertinho de mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;conversando normalmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E eu te senti a meu lado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Meu coração disparado, minhas mãos suando frio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e tu falando, confessando para mim todo o amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que estavas sentindo, e eu com voz embargada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;emocionada, desejando naquele momento atravessar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;o fio e te envolver em meus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Naquele instante percebemos que era real, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que havíamos passado do virtual, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que não tinha como fugir deste sentimento;&lt;br /&gt;ele havia nos tomado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;estávamos completamente apaixonados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;um pelo outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E desde este instante começamos a viver uma linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e verdadeira história de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;18/07/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-267314723895662460?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/267314723895662460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=267314723895662460' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/267314723895662460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/267314723895662460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/2007/09/que-voz-doce-voc-tem-eliana-duarte.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868524272288671382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/RvethJgoC2I/AAAAAAAAABw/LY9HIk9RAwE/s72-c/Imagem14.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-7346243988195297152</id><published>2007-09-22T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:39:40.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Rvet3JgoC3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/-Ttp-9aBT-M/s1600-h/!cid_BD1D8787-B432-44D6-8E6E-F9B50DAECFE5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113747064859659122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Rvet3JgoC3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/-Ttp-9aBT-M/s320/!cid_BD1D8787-B432-44D6-8E6E-F9B50DAECFE5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quem Dera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera que existisse uma&lt;br /&gt;corrente para te prender no meu&lt;br /&gt;coração para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;que nunca nos perdêssemos&lt;br /&gt;de vista,e que este sentimento&lt;br /&gt;só viesse a crescer mais e mais,&lt;br /&gt;a cada dia...&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera poder congelar o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;parar tudo e sermos eternos neste&lt;br /&gt;querer, neste sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera te ter somente&lt;br /&gt;para mim, todo minuto, todo segundo,&lt;br /&gt;respirar nos teus ares, sonhar nos teus sonhos, realizar nossos mais&lt;br /&gt;íntimos desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera poder eternizar os momentos, nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e vivermos para sempre nesta emoção, neste sentir,&lt;br /&gt;nestas sensações tão deliciosas,&lt;br /&gt;a vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera eu conseguisse manter&lt;br /&gt;acesa a chama da paixão, dos desejos,&lt;br /&gt;e sempre nos sentirmos atraídos,&lt;br /&gt;nos querendo...&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera esse amor nunca tivesse&lt;br /&gt;fim, se perpetuasse em nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera te ter para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;ser tua namorada e ter teu&lt;br /&gt;amor até o fim dos meus dias&lt;br /&gt;e por toda nossa existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;12/09/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-7346243988195297152?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7346243988195297152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=7346243988195297152' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/7346243988195297152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/7346243988195297152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/2007/09/quem-dera-eliana-duarte-quem-dera-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868524272288671382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Rvet3JgoC3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/-Ttp-9aBT-M/s72-c/!cid_BD1D8787-B432-44D6-8E6E-F9B50DAECFE5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-3166211906398646292</id><published>2007-09-22T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:24:54.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/RveuMpgoC4I/AAAAAAAAACA/XrwOm3f0ltI/s1600-h/Imagem13.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113747434226846594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/RveuMpgoC4I/AAAAAAAAACA/XrwOm3f0ltI/s320/Imagem13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amar é sentir o calor dos corpos unidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ultrapassando todos os limites da razão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;totalmente enlaçados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Saborear, mergulhar em um mar de prazer, caricias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;incendiar.Exalar cheiros... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Beber licores... EssênciasDelirar de prazer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;É sentir a noite totalmente iluminada de tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;que são as sensações, os delírios.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é estar junto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;desejar mais que tudo estar bem pertinho, sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a todo instante,beijando, abraçando, degustando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amar é acariciar, se deixar levar sem pressa,&lt;br /&gt;sem medir os momentos, ultrapassar as&lt;br /&gt;fronteiras da vida e vivê-los intensamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amar é preencher cada espaço, cada cantinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;estar apaixonado e querer estar amarrado, preso e unidos&lt;br /&gt;pelo coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amar é sentir o desejo aflorando só de olhar&lt;br /&gt;para o ser amado, é sentir o calor da pele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;queimando ao mais suave toque, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;entontecer, enlouquecer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;perder todos os sentidos...desfalecer de prazer!&lt;br /&gt;Amar é entregar-se de corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;de forma ensandecida e sonhar acordado&lt;br /&gt;dia e noite com estes momentos tão especiais.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é simplesmente o prazer de uma&lt;br /&gt;deliciosa loucura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;25/08/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-3166211906398646292?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/3166211906398646292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=3166211906398646292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/3166211906398646292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/3166211906398646292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/2007/09/amando-eliana-duarte-amar-sentir-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868524272288671382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/RveuMpgoC4I/AAAAAAAAACA/XrwOm3f0ltI/s72-c/Imagem13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-6276189007759537905</id><published>2007-09-14T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:40:57.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Rve9opgoC7I/AAAAAAAAACY/6lDhtiCsz1I/s1600-h/!cid_786942AF-7C6E-4C0E-A672-8F03F04E8C3F.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113764407937600434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Rve9opgoC7I/AAAAAAAAACY/6lDhtiCsz1I/s320/!cid_786942AF-7C6E-4C0E-A672-8F03F04E8C3F.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FAZER AMOR&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer amor, é mergulhar nas&lt;br /&gt;profundezas&lt;br /&gt;do outro, sem pressa,&lt;br /&gt;exalando a propria essencia&lt;br /&gt;do momento.&lt;br /&gt;Desbravando os segredos mais&lt;br /&gt;escondidos... com delicadeza;&lt;br /&gt;preenchendo cada espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fazer amor não é só um corpo se&lt;br /&gt;unindo a outro, é algo mais!&lt;br /&gt;É reconhecer no silêncio das&lt;br /&gt;profundezas da alma os desejos&lt;br /&gt;mais incontidos do ser amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;É percorrer o caminho do amor&lt;br /&gt;como se estivesse trafegando em&lt;br /&gt;uma estrada longa, sinuosa, com cuidado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;carinho, só curtindo, saboreando cada pedacinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;devagarinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;É sussurrar no ouvido palavras de amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sentindo as essências, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;arrepiando só no encostar-se à pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;É querer chegar ao paraíso sem sair&lt;br /&gt;do chão, é levitar, sonhar, gemer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;delirar de prazer!&lt;br /&gt;Fazer amor é o ápice de uma relação.&lt;br /&gt;É o céu, o mar, o infinito,&lt;br /&gt;viajar nas estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;Fazer amor é renascer!&lt;br /&gt;Entregar-se, gritar, enlouquecer,&lt;br /&gt;acariciar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;É perder a razão e os sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fazer amor é estar unido em um só corpo,&lt;br /&gt;um só coração e um só desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;14/08/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-6276189007759537905?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/6276189007759537905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=6276189007759537905' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/6276189007759537905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/6276189007759537905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/2007/09/fazer-amor-eliana-duarte-fazer-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868524272288671382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Rve9opgoC7I/AAAAAAAAACY/6lDhtiCsz1I/s72-c/!cid_786942AF-7C6E-4C0E-A672-8F03F04E8C3F.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-2766286284787974215</id><published>2007-09-14T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:28:45.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Rve-l5goC8I/AAAAAAAAACg/fxrfs6dXQyk/s1600-h/!cid_37C69A3B-0803-4244-A0B9-BA2AC029FEEF.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113765460204587970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Rve-l5goC8I/AAAAAAAAACg/fxrfs6dXQyk/s320/!cid_37C69A3B-0803-4244-A0B9-BA2AC029FEEF.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NOSSO PRIMEIRO ENCONTRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico imaginando como será nosso primeiro encontro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hoje nos falamos, mas não nos conhecemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Queremos e desejamos ardentemente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;mas nunca nos vimos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Pego-me a imaginar como será teu cheiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Que sabor será que tem tua boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;E teus olhos, será que verei neles o brilho que imagino? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hoje te amo e te sinto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Desejo-te mais que tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sonho com você todas as noites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;E ai penso...Como posso sentir algo tão intenso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;tão real por alguém que nunca vi?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Nem sei dos teus gestos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Será que sentirei esta mesma atração que me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;faz suspirar e te querer mais que tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Quando nos encontrarmos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Imagino você me amando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Realizando este meu louco desejo de ter-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;em meus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sonho com este nosso encontro todos os dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Em todos os momentos, minutos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;segundos, me pego pensando e desejando você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;É um sentimento tão grande que não me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;deixa pensar em mais ninguém, em nada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;só em você! Em ter você, ficar com você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;fazer amor com você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Ah! Como eu desejo te encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Amar você! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Me sentir a mulher mais feliz e realizada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Te fazer também se sentir assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Viver este louco e avassalador amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;em toda sua essência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Como anseio por este dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;14/07/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-2766286284787974215?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Rve-l5goC8I/AAAAAAAAACg/fxrfs6dXQyk/s72-c/!cid_37C69A3B-0803-4244-A0B9-BA2AC029FEEF.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-5335773861506391717</id><published>2007-09-14T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:31:17.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;SÓ NÓS DOIS&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurei por tanto tempo alguém em quem eu&lt;br /&gt;pudesse confiar, amar...&lt;br /&gt;Andei por caminhos tortuosos, pisei em espinhos,&lt;br /&gt;me machuquei...&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei de coração partido...&lt;br /&gt;Em cada olhar eu te procurava...tu nunca&lt;br /&gt;estavas lá.&lt;br /&gt;Esta espera foi dura, senti tua falta,&lt;br /&gt;sonhei contigo todos os dias e todas as noites&lt;br /&gt;de minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Passei anos e anos te esperando...era uma&lt;br /&gt;espera interminável.&lt;br /&gt;Já estava desiludidade e eis que tu surges...&lt;br /&gt;Chegastes para mim como sempre imaginei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;doce, meigo, carinhoso, romantico e cheio de&lt;br /&gt;amor para me dar.&lt;br /&gt;És tudo que sempre sonhei, sempre desejei.&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de nunca acordar...de continuar a&lt;br /&gt;sonhar minha vida inteira...contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar que tu és meu, que teus beijos só serão para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;que só tu tocarás meu corpo, que nas noites frias nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;aqueceremos e nos amaremos da forma mais doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;e completa que pode haver entre duas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;pessoas apaixonadas.&lt;br /&gt;E que para sempre no nosso coração,&lt;br /&gt;só existiremos nós dois...e nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;04/08/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-5335773861506391717?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5335773861506391717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=5335773861506391717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/5335773861506391717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/5335773861506391717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/2007/09/s-ns-dois-eliana-duarte-procurei-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868524272288671382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-2624167124132944030</id><published>2007-09-14T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:31:48.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Meu sonho...você&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho todos os dias e todas as noites que tu&lt;br /&gt;vens ao meu encontro.Que sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ahhh! como desejo que chegue este dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;como quero ver o brilho dos teus olhos, te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;no seu todo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quando isto vier a acontecer serei a mulher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mais feliz do mundo, mais realizada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;este momento se eternizará para sempre em&lt;br /&gt;minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Meu sonho se transformará em realidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As vezes te vejo chegando na minha frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nossa, como eu quero isto...muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Poder te abraçar, te tocar, sentir teu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;teu calor...demais.Poder roçar meu rosto no teu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sentir toda nossa emoção, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;nosso coração batendo forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;nossas pernas tremulas de tanto que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;esperamos por este dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;De tanto que desejamos nos ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;De tanto que nos queremos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ahhh como desejo ter-te em meus braços...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia...este meu sonho que é você...será real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Neste dia nos amaremos&lt;br /&gt;intensamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;21/07/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;NÃO ENTENDO COMO ACONTECEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico pensando em como mesmo existindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;muitos fios e conectores,&lt;br /&gt;quilometros de distância entre&lt;br /&gt;nós eu te sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Meu coração ate acelera as batidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;quando vejo teu nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;é interessante como você consegue alcançá-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Suas doces palavras são melodias para meus ouvidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Meu corpo sente a necessidade do seu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e esse amor toma conta de meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo você como um todo, um ser especial...&lt;br /&gt;E nas sombras da noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;em meio a minha solidão eu te acaricio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e te amo ardentemente...&lt;br /&gt;O imaginario se funde ao real...&lt;br /&gt;E em algum momento te sinto em mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Fico a me perguntar como posso sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tudo isto, pensar tanto em ti se ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;menos nem sei como tu és...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Não entendo como aconteceu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mas me apaixonei por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;14/06/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-7696152266804935495?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7696152266804935495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=7696152266804935495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/7696152266804935495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SAUDADE DO TEMPO&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudade do tempo em que estivemos juntos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;de um tempo em que tudo era amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; em que respirávamos o mesmo ar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;em que no mundo só existíamos nós dois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Em que tudo era brincadeira,&lt;br /&gt;desejo, querer bem, estar junto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Era amor de verdade!Sinto saudade do tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;em que eu acordava e tu estavas ao meu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; em que aos sorrisos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;começávamos nosso dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ahhh como sinto saudades daquele&lt;br /&gt; tempo em  que nos amávamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Daquele tempo em que me fazias surpresas mil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; me trazias flores,fazias até versinhos para mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sinto saudades da tua fala mansa, do teu jeitinho doce,&lt;br /&gt; do teu carinho comigo, do teu perfume,&lt;br /&gt;da maneira como nos amávamos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Daquele tempo em saiamos abraçadinhos&lt;br /&gt; pela rua, em que ficávamos nos olhando&lt;br /&gt;horas e horas só nos admirando,&lt;br /&gt; nos curtindo...Ahhh se eu pudesse retornar o tempo&lt;br /&gt; e viver todo aquele amor novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;22/07/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-9219129498401314293?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/9219129498401314293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=9219129498401314293' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/9219129498401314293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/9219129498401314293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/2007/09/saudade-do-tempo-eliana-duarte-sinto_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868524272288671382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-2439042642112302732</id><published>2007-09-14T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:39:22.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/RuqIeu7oA1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cie4g9B3UB4/s1600-h/eli+com+moldura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110046788780819282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/RuqIeu7oA1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cie4g9B3UB4/s320/eli+com+moldura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Desejando você&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava aqui a olhar para ti.&lt;br /&gt;E me peguei te desejando!&lt;br /&gt;Olhei em teus olhos e vi um homem doce,&lt;br /&gt;meigo, carinhoso...nossa.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei analisando o contorno de teus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;nossa como devem ser macios,&lt;br /&gt;deliciosos...&lt;br /&gt;Passei levemente minhas mãos em teus cabelos,&lt;br /&gt;tão suaves como tua pele.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei imaginando em como seria teu cheiro...&lt;br /&gt;e senti...demais.&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de homem, meu homem, meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Vi teu sorriso, sempre sedutor.&lt;br /&gt;Então me peguei roçando suvemente&lt;br /&gt;meu rosto no teu,&lt;br /&gt;senti tua maciez, tuas essências, teu calor...&lt;br /&gt;Passei meus dedos suavemente em teu rosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sai caminhando bem lentamente nele , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;desenhando sua expressão, tocando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;beijando cada cantinho,&lt;br /&gt;sentindo você como um todo...&lt;br /&gt;Que sensação!&lt;br /&gt;Como te desejo...muito.&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia mais...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia te tirarei desta telinha e te trarei&lt;br /&gt;para pertinho de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia te sentirei no real...&lt;br /&gt;Essencias, calor, pele, sabores...amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;09/08/07&lt;br /&gt;11:04 hs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464364277299257951-2439042642112302732?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2439042642112302732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=2439042642112302732' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/2439042642112302732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/2439042642112302732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/2007/09/desejando-voc-eliana-duarte-estava-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868524272288671382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/RuqIeu7oA1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cie4g9B3UB4/s72-c/eli+com+moldura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-2196974476666501149</id><published>2007-09-14T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:00:04.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A  Espera do amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que demorastes tanto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperei-te minha vida inteira...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noites a fio pensando em ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só desejando te amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rolando na cama, querendo-te...&lt;br /&gt;Acreditava que um dia te encontraria... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em cada olhar eu te via&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em cada sorriso eu dizia a mim mesma, é ele!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em cada curva da estrada eu te imaginava chegando,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorrateiro, e dizendo, Sou eu! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teu amor!Não importava onde estavas eu te alcançava &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em meu pensamento, e sabia que valia a espera, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que virias e que eu iria viver este grande amor... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renunciei a todos por você...&lt;br /&gt;Amava-te com toda a intensidade de uma alma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheia de esperanças ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em meus sonhos estavas sempre lá,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lindo e com aquele jeitinho manso a me dizer palavras de amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passei toda uma vida a te esperar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noites a fio naquela varanda, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olhar perdido no horizonte a sonhar...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imaginar-te a meu lado, com um olhar mágico, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; enfeitiçando-me, tomando-me em teus braços, e me amando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como foi dolorida esta espera, e tu não viestes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30/05/07&lt;/strong&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/3464364277299257951-2196974476666501149?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2196974476666501149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=2196974476666501149' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/2196974476666501149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/2196974476666501149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/2007/09/espera-do-amor-eliana-duarte-por-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868524272288671382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-4080236772751115681</id><published>2007-09-14T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T05:42:27.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria te propor ser meu namorado!!!&lt;br /&gt;Só hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Só um poquinho para eu sentir teu gostinho...&lt;br /&gt;teu cheiro...&lt;br /&gt;Ser a dona de tuas caricias...&lt;br /&gt;Realizar todos teus desejos...&lt;br /&gt;Te embriagar com meus beijos...&lt;br /&gt;Te enlouquecer com meus afagos...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu só queria ter vc para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho...&lt;br /&gt;Para eu carregar este teu sabor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comigo ao resto de minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu nunca mais esquecesse que ao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; menos uma vez tive você em meus braços...&lt;br /&gt;Só hoje eu queria ter vc para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;12/06/07&lt;/strong&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/3464364277299257951-4080236772751115681?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/4080236772751115681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464364277299257951&amp;postID=4080236772751115681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/4080236772751115681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464364277299257951/posts/default/4080236772751115681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com/2007/09/s-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868524272288671382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464364277299257951.post-254888304618019299</id><published>2007-09-13T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:09:39.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRA VOCÊ MEU AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Runo--7oAxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8D91m0Ccjmg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109871420971156242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ns_k1RyybkQ/Runo--7oAxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8D91m0Ccjmg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;EU AQUI... VOCÊ AI&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui a olhar para o relógio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fico ansiosa, saudades... vem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vivemos momentos tão especiais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;distantes e ao mesmo tempo tão pertinhos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dentro do coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sinto-te aqui... do meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tuas palavras chegam ao meu ouvido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como se saíssem da tua boca e&lt;br /&gt;não de teus dedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Teus beijos sinto todos, como são deliciosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quando dançamos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinto tuas mãos a percorrer-me todo corpo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fecho os olhos e a musica e o desejo transportam-me até o salão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e lá estamos nós, curtindo aquele momento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olhos nos olhos, caricias e amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E a noite vai passando, eu aqui e você ai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sentindo-nos, namorando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos querendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E sonhando da forma mais pura e doce que existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Um amor de um jeito tão nosso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intenso, sentimos tudo, todas as sensações... é divino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim vivemos estes momentos cheios de amor e carinho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de saudades e tantas vontades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E chega à hora de nos despedirmos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;difícil te deixar, não consigo te soltar, trocamos tantos beijos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temos que ir, esperar mais um dia para estarmos novamente juntos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;horas intermináveis que se tornam em prazer quando tu falas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu coração bate mais forte, descompassado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virtual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que é isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Meu coração sente de verdade tudo, e ama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E assim vivemos, nos amamos e somos felizes... do nosso jeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eliana Duarte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;08/09/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13:42 hs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3464364277299257951-254888304618019299?l=elianaduartepoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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