tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59143576118830133472024-02-19T23:52:25.790-08:00bambu de haicaiRosangela Ataidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499579440873084387noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914357611883013347.post-60919449030730829822014-04-06T14:59:00.000-07:002014-04-06T14:59:35.280-07:00banhados pelo luar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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entreabertas as pernas, aquece o falo. Paco, teso e rijo... dispara um grunhido. a lua testemunha a cópula. gravetos ressecados se partem fazendo uma sinfonia provocadora. pós o regalo Paco desce a face até a vulva esfolada... numa chupada provocadora causando um gozo na moça que treme e geme.<br />
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a lua ornou<br />
nossa noite de prazer<br />
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sua boca<br />
beijou minha úmida<br />
fenda ...quente!<br />
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foi prazer que recebi,<br />
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o luar banhou<br />
nosso coito fogoso,<br />
parecia sol!<br />
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Rosangela Ataidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499579440873084387noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914357611883013347.post-4957972289995420412014-04-06T14:54:00.000-07:002014-04-06T14:54:44.028-07:00Sana - haibun<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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as águas geladas do mês de outubro desciam o Sana e tocavam os pés descalços que se apoiavam entre uma pedra e outra. a força das águas tocava não apenas seu corpo, mas sim tocavam todo o seu ser. era uma alegria estar ali e se sentir parte de tudo ao redor... parte de toda aquela exuberante natureza!<br />
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águas que movem<br />
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Rosangela Ataidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499579440873084387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914357611883013347.post-14758510608205957792012-09-13T21:45:00.002-07:002023-08-20T09:10:44.874-07:00mariposa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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leve, tão leve...<br />
sobrevoa candidas<br />
pétalas e folhas<br />
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Rosangela Ataidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499579440873084387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914357611883013347.post-46314624530721758282012-04-10T14:17:00.001-07:002012-04-10T14:17:15.385-07:00pacífica<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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</div>Rosangela Ataidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499579440873084387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914357611883013347.post-32264218361094444682012-03-16T21:33:00.000-07:002014-04-06T14:55:26.815-07:00vem outono<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Rosangela Ataidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499579440873084387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914357611883013347.post-44482721698599302022011-12-29T18:07:00.000-08:002014-04-06T14:19:54.497-07:00Haicais de Ébano<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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ébano baby...<br />
despertando desejos<br />
suspiros no ar!<br />
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negro amante,<br />
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ébano forte!<br />
rubro o corte sangra...<br />
unhas cravadas.<br />
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Rosangela Ataidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499579440873084387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914357611883013347.post-66835913003120070172011-12-23T12:52:00.000-08:002011-12-23T12:53:43.222-08:00Jesus menino<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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nasceu menino</div>
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de Maria e José</div>
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Jesus! - anuncia</div>
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desejo de Flor</div>
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</div>Rosangela Ataidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499579440873084387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914357611883013347.post-7476832258357226402011-12-22T13:54:00.000-08:002011-12-22T13:54:04.762-08:00breve<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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</div>Rosangela Ataidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499579440873084387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914357611883013347.post-82632132537195299782011-12-11T11:34:00.002-08:002023-08-20T08:43:07.447-07:00jardim noturno - haibun<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dora vinha silenciosa, caminhando no escuro da noite, iluminada pela lua. ela sabia onde encontrá-lo. logo que chegou se acomodou ao seu lado e sorrindo lhe pediu um beijo, que degustou junto ao vinho e o sabor das ostras.</div>
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granulosa, morna, úmida... cintilando na noite ao reflexo das luzes da orla - a areia! para Renato os numerosos grãos da praia servem de tapete para o corpo cansado do fatídico dia de trabalho, esteio para deslumbramento de seus olhos vidrados ao mar. lá, pulando, ondas espumantes, ele avista sua musa a banhar-se na escuridão. ela, mais que uma simples mulher, uma sereia secreta. Renato sorri. percebe que seu amor dispensa o cansaço</div>
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Rosangela Ataidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499579440873084387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914357611883013347.post-51668986165343692132011-12-11T11:15:00.003-08:002020-08-25T11:58:39.654-07:00Despertar de Vera - Haibun<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Velha, descansa a máquina de costura empoeirada no canto do quarto. Enquanto sentada na soleira da porta da cozinha, Vera saboreia seu café matinal e aprecia a fumaça do cigarro desaparecendo suavemente no silêncio do quintal. É o rio a frente, com os peixes a pular de um lado a outro da margem, são os pássaros faceiros acompanhando a correnteza. O trabalho deixado para trás, pode ser adiado. Mas o rio que passa correndo à frente... Não espera.Vera dá mais um trago, Vera saboreia mais um gole... Na mente um mergulho!<br />
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despertar d'alma,<br />
encantada vislumbro;<br />
minha mãe sorrir.<br />
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pesquei parati,<br />
no pensamento d'alma...<br />
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no rio: peixes,<br />
garça moura. famintos...<br />
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Rosangela Ataidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499579440873084387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914357611883013347.post-7920300152111129912011-12-10T16:08:00.001-08:002014-04-06T14:23:30.671-07:00eu e Darwin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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meu cão alegre<br />
sempre contagiante<br />
brinca serelepe<br />
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pegar onda?<br />
cachorrinho... nada<br />
feito lontra.<br />
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hora de rua<br />
eu e Darwin felizes<br />
sob a lua<br />
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Darwin, eu te fiz<br />
haicai que rima enquanto,<br />
lambe meu nariz!<br />
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Rosangela Ataidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499579440873084387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914357611883013347.post-68330125729827519272011-12-10T14:47:00.001-08:002014-04-06T14:22:46.237-07:00@<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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pesam os galhos...<br />
mangueira carregada<br />
prenhe do verão<br />
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fina a chuva<br />
garoando a vida<br />
ao dia faz cinza<br />
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