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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Alucinação<br />milene
sarquissiano<br /><br /><br />absorvo o absinto<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> pressinto o
absurdo<br />acesso o abstrato<br />aceno o obsceno<br />abstraio o
obscuro<br />confesso o excesso<br />sorvo o sucesso<br />sumo possesso</span></b></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-90978188260898859442012-01-25T10:36:00.004-03:002012-01-25T10:41:59.243-03:00DIÁVOLA<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3sybCXvLHanHdwtc6n84zBYvEL-lo5bknRrCmYq5mhsDcsbWSz5mw6jWHFaZowYtUL1VSA_axaySwLVYZlVz4vV0wwb27QP-CiP3jIpaIfBAxdYtItH-c6Arzu9_K7I3eepL-bRH-5Q/s1600/212.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701563403339359602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3sybCXvLHanHdwtc6n84zBYvEL-lo5bknRrCmYq5mhsDcsbWSz5mw6jWHFaZowYtUL1VSA_axaySwLVYZlVz4vV0wwb27QP-CiP3jIpaIfBAxdYtItH-c6Arzu9_K7I3eepL-bRH-5Q/s400/212.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Diávola<br />milene sarquissiano </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><br /><br />uma mulher vestida<br />mostra o melhor dela<br />enquanto não se revela<br />é uma viagem só de ida<br />avenida de mão única<br />congestionando olhares<br />é um cachaçal de loucura<br />tonteando veias<br />destilando alucinada<br />todo etílico veneno<br />que nela existe<br />uma mulher vestida<br />bole com o imaginário<br />do capeta e do vigário<br />leva uns pro paraíso<br />e outros pro purgatório </span></strong></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-4215674426758940282011-11-22T22:46:00.000-03:002011-11-22T22:47:15.864-03:00ALUADA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwG1OY38MFYS_O3NJMhohFW1bZrWaSPnJroaaH8LsZKaS-Y0lNKkwxxkLV6Wc0_AIopj9E8za9QvZzSqH13qIK9Qqah8XZZCccb9rgRJL0l7E3aSgKnUypx3hLNxgDXLGWrIvxxR2-sjs/s1600/editt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwG1OY38MFYS_O3NJMhohFW1bZrWaSPnJroaaH8LsZKaS-Y0lNKkwxxkLV6Wc0_AIopj9E8za9QvZzSqH13qIK9Qqah8XZZCccb9rgRJL0l7E3aSgKnUypx3hLNxgDXLGWrIvxxR2-sjs/s400/editt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678001749000502834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Aluada<br />milene sarquissiano<br /><br /><br />fatio o dia<br />em pedaços<br />de mil delícias<br />saboreio<br />lentamente<br />mas se à noite<br />a lua cheia<br />de açucar<br />escorrer<br />pela janela<br />pra dormir<br />no meu umbigo<br />me melar<br />e virar calda<br />perco o foco<br />e as metas<br />dou adeus<br />às dietas<br />devoro<br />de colherada<br /></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-71390683148421805142011-11-06T22:53:00.000-03:002011-11-06T22:54:24.255-03:00CAVALA<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg57PlkXuw47xyQD6tARugvZJt2L2s0e23TBhpp-3Zl74Avirq-37BQIWPUcLcmT99jDZtSU6_zi4QfrJLt6Ry0CC0ufp4mvjJBfuJ_fpzhfkIXdJ7eed3OH6IdUh3G_Cx7ACJIbNLD8to/s1600/mulher_com_cavalo_negro-other.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg57PlkXuw47xyQD6tARugvZJt2L2s0e23TBhpp-3Zl74Avirq-37BQIWPUcLcmT99jDZtSU6_zi4QfrJLt6Ry0CC0ufp4mvjJBfuJ_fpzhfkIXdJ7eed3OH6IdUh3G_Cx7ACJIbNLD8to/s400/mulher_com_cavalo_negro-other.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672066188709520482" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />CAVALA</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">milene sarquissiano</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />cavala do tempo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">repleta de noite</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">balança a crina</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">silente e elegante</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">enquanto desliza</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">negril na penumbra</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">engole a galope</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">cascos e cometas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">pós e silhuetas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e todo caminho</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">que não seja pasto</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">que não seja vasto</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">prado e escuridão </span></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-5533956133408429452011-10-24T15:22:00.001-03:002011-10-24T15:23:56.818-03:00EMBOSCADA<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsw_xe-l5PNG8CZoFNDGQwaTvHiWvic0vECxDxr6pdetui6UBq33isKW96SVRuuvA1Zf9W7JoiREXxFFI_3c7gfkda6eGq4gycOrRcOea_dhQQ-HfRF_YfA57O7wwKrb92Hq91WHo5mlM/s1600/pisando.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsw_xe-l5PNG8CZoFNDGQwaTvHiWvic0vECxDxr6pdetui6UBq33isKW96SVRuuvA1Zf9W7JoiREXxFFI_3c7gfkda6eGq4gycOrRcOea_dhQQ-HfRF_YfA57O7wwKrb92Hq91WHo5mlM/s400/pisando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667125893088128994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />EMBOSCADA</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">milene sarquissiano</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">não é na força bruta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">que se ganha a luta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">nessa guerra de arranha</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">é preciso alguma manha</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">um olhar de emboscada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">uma língua revirada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">destemida e servil</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">que mire o inimigo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e finja que não o viu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">pernas firmes e ligeiras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">deslizando sorrateiras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">frente à zona de perigo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">chamando pro combate</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">sem direito de resgate</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">lábios seios e umbigo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e tudo mais</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">que morra e mate </span><br /></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-41041461621184388022011-10-13T01:00:00.001-03:002011-10-13T01:02:49.084-03:00FLOR(ESSÊNCIA)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPXwG_r-DFj-t0EpH03GOPEf9sNKvqMgSS2MHRHsN0Fccg20eaelfr6kETti6MCYwQ4JfZgpgBJC7XWGKC8o0oNr3w1I3gwXGlH8CzDTaCECuUTK4ZAPfUxyf7eGoBRQftX6gu1Ahm7w/s1600/Sensualidade+20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPXwG_r-DFj-t0EpH03GOPEf9sNKvqMgSS2MHRHsN0Fccg20eaelfr6kETti6MCYwQ4JfZgpgBJC7XWGKC8o0oNr3w1I3gwXGlH8CzDTaCECuUTK4ZAPfUxyf7eGoBRQftX6gu1Ahm7w/s400/Sensualidade+20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662821926186099890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Flor(essência)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">milene sarquissiano</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">enquando as flores acordarem</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">espreguiçando sorrisos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">sobre as pétalas do dia</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">matizando os grãos de orvalho</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">com (res)pingos de perfume</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">haverá sempre uma aurora</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">obcecada de amores</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">rompendo o ventre</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">das manhãs apressadas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">haverá sempre um sol</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">lambendo as estradas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">parindo um novo dia</span><br /></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-41368300355561894992011-07-10T12:25:00.002-03:002011-07-10T12:28:41.231-03:00INSÍGNIA<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS38DWLQ7fHPeUjn1g3sSZc1ZqT7aIPo98hoF7UPEKzFPrmjxdrnehueriLEReHLUAm2tHaLMlo8fIwAMiyC8_Aj8TaSnrtR0pw0dIGXMnZ7mn1dbOL7dPzTv0k0Da8UwOOeiP4r9e3Tc/s1600/Tango01_630x480.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS38DWLQ7fHPeUjn1g3sSZc1ZqT7aIPo98hoF7UPEKzFPrmjxdrnehueriLEReHLUAm2tHaLMlo8fIwAMiyC8_Aj8TaSnrtR0pw0dIGXMnZ7mn1dbOL7dPzTv0k0Da8UwOOeiP4r9e3Tc/s400/Tango01_630x480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627745392911308754" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />INSÍGNIA<br />milene sarquissiano<br /><br />vem ler o meu corpo<br />com a palma dos olhos<br />desossar os mistérios<br />do mapa de sangue<br /><br />vem sacro e satânico<br />aridez e mangue<br />e caminha por ele<br />com a sola das mãos<br /><br />depois da aventura<br />com a tinta da língua<br />faz verso na carne<br />põe tua assinatura</span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-30345821202467527362011-04-14T23:13:00.001-03:002011-04-14T23:17:43.647-03:00AGÔNICA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40BWQRGnSM4SCaZ0SMGqulPGkWpS7BxbZ4pXNXygS-96c5D3KZD5C3GjYp7yYaJpKb04eQE-QerTB5VEuYBLw_KpdmhVX93Bln9BzOwObK_zQ9QXkHSYe89sJFEi15Xjse-CP5ILKX8E/s1600/ATgAAAAsGVzPNuebl9n3_Z_C7qsNy-xZS5H.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40BWQRGnSM4SCaZ0SMGqulPGkWpS7BxbZ4pXNXygS-96c5D3KZD5C3GjYp7yYaJpKb04eQE-QerTB5VEuYBLw_KpdmhVX93Bln9BzOwObK_zQ9QXkHSYe89sJFEi15Xjse-CP5ILKX8E/s400/ATgAAAAsGVzPNuebl9n3_Z_C7qsNy-xZS5H.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595628260328518098" border="0" /></a><b><br /></b><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">AGÔNICA<br />milene sarquissiano<br /><br /><br />mais do que ser bebida<br />na agonia de notunas taças<br />onde dor e cristais se (con)fundem<br />e a baunilha da lua escorre<br />feito baba de moça<br />nas bocas de lixo<br />não sabia que viver<br />ia além de respirar<br />não se pervertia<br />não se permitia<br />amargava a boca<br />pela falta de beijo<br />de rasgo nos lábios<br />de sulcos de sangue<br />e uma língua descalça<br />que ousasse brincar<br />no quintal da garganta<br />e se enchia de vinho<br />pra encher o vazio<br />do excesso de ócio<br />e da falta de cio</span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-71008200314569360522011-03-16T16:16:00.004-03:002011-03-16T16:22:29.966-03:00MUSA<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeleqetqSZQQWQH2oTNPSiq8P2_TsZj2NsIPtngj8s5bqw_DFgvy9ovE8jTSt8dLFPYAn1SKMc3ie-3JHYUcKz5Zjyw5QxrmR_CTpIekwxgjrgtYjs6eS1uBMUOK3EbYoJ-08OXcJTlQ/s1600/ri.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeleqetqSZQQWQH2oTNPSiq8P2_TsZj2NsIPtngj8s5bqw_DFgvy9ovE8jTSt8dLFPYAn1SKMc3ie-3JHYUcKz5Zjyw5QxrmR_CTpIekwxgjrgtYjs6eS1uBMUOK3EbYoJ-08OXcJTlQ/s400/ri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584759010408362818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >MUSA<br />milene sarquissiano<br /><br />lua<br />me deixa ser teu céu<br />pra que imensa<br />eu te pertença<br />e tu me habites<br />infinitamente<br />lua<br />me deixa ser teu universo<br />posto que tu já és o meu<br />eternizada musa<br />nos meus miúdos versos </span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-4581866919213582372011-03-07T19:15:00.000-03:002011-03-07T19:17:39.068-03:00LOUCA SIMBIOSE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbi6IF0f3Ofx2duf52T6VqrEWSXw1RIslM4dFJE2NfI8ohAG30r7i5bDggEFmXUTGIDH7TOADX4sMS6P77tLsK8gHYP4d4tM49gtgY1-4d1K1G_GBFAKu9iqcDO_zqVq7NJsC2r2bCvN8/s1600/Z162leq1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbi6IF0f3Ofx2duf52T6VqrEWSXw1RIslM4dFJE2NfI8ohAG30r7i5bDggEFmXUTGIDH7TOADX4sMS6P77tLsK8gHYP4d4tM49gtgY1-4d1K1G_GBFAKu9iqcDO_zqVq7NJsC2r2bCvN8/s400/Z162leq1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581465283740093954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">LOUCA SIMBIOSE<br />Milene Sarquissiano<br /><br />Levarei comigo o contorno dos teus traços<br />A saudade de nascer e morrer em teus braços.<br />Levarei a cor do céu quando ele escurece<br />E o adorarei qual beata em louvor à prece.<br /><br />Levarei a saudade do que não se viveu<br />As cenas de amor, o beijo que se perdeu.<br />Levarei o frio da noite que estremece<br />E a lembrança que o meu corpo aquece.<br /><br />Levarei teu riso como bem precioso<br />E a louca simbiose ecoando o gozo<br />Desvirginando flores pela madrugada,<br /><br />Quando em meio à lua e à maresia<br />Rimávamos nossos corpos em poesia<br />E eu brotava rosa,por ti orvalhada.<br /></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-41927117986113978402011-02-03T13:43:00.002-03:002011-02-03T13:47:25.617-03:00CONSUMAÇÃO<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGc3eDzUC-LLj4T7-4W2MGHArFzN8MgYxzioYsXsbpDH8VjezY4GLllttqYniy2AT7GbSnUA8hy2IVclsubehiJOueQV9QBSUdgTeXMUGmlnNb-ELgnjSf5Be48eJKAslY9qMtZEwiykw/s1600/foto+da+milene.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGc3eDzUC-LLj4T7-4W2MGHArFzN8MgYxzioYsXsbpDH8VjezY4GLllttqYniy2AT7GbSnUA8hy2IVclsubehiJOueQV9QBSUdgTeXMUGmlnNb-ELgnjSf5Be48eJKAslY9qMtZEwiykw/s400/foto+da+milene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569505154981532866" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(132, 0, 132);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Consumação</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >milene sarquissiano</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >me consome</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >esse homem</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >cuspindo fogo</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >pelos poros</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >com mãos</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >em chamas</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >me chamando</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >pro incêndio</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >com lábios</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >em brasa</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >me queimando</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >o corpo inteiro</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >me consome</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >esse homem</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >escalando</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >sem culpa</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >meus altos</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >e baixos</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >decupando</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >sem pressa</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >meus seios</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >e sais</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >arranhando</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >com gana</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >meus discos</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >e ossos</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >me consome</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >esse homem</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >com fome</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >de bicho</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >nada preguiça</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >que estica</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >e se encolhe</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >que urra</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >e me curra</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >mastiga</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >e engole</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >e depois</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >morre</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >dentro de mim</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-47684076917650945702011-01-25T00:16:00.003-03:002011-01-25T00:20:49.846-03:00DOÇURA<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_K45CflkbNS50s71Zo_YnMFjCRLuMvFG-CGgcDVjOJTD3Q0mmsEX2tzS9TLpnrvH4DPrEtM1H6R8OyeYLE-n-8dnnXnJ9ee2IubMFkhsZKtvHzIKNgProHRokHb5JrzgrTvqk_E6OnQU/s1600/tumblr_kv0uaal0h01qz5vgso1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_K45CflkbNS50s71Zo_YnMFjCRLuMvFG-CGgcDVjOJTD3Q0mmsEX2tzS9TLpnrvH4DPrEtM1H6R8OyeYLE-n-8dnnXnJ9ee2IubMFkhsZKtvHzIKNgProHRokHb5JrzgrTvqk_E6OnQU/s400/tumblr_kv0uaal0h01qz5vgso1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565957290008020498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />Doçura</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">milene sarquissiano</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">duas maçãs fresquinhas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">uma xícara de chá</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e aurora com bolachinhas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">o que mais posso querer?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">morar num campo florido</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">fazer com as flores um vestido</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">só pra você pousar em mim</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">feito beija-flor esfomeado</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">o que mais posso querer?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">beijar teus lábios de pitanga</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">guardar os beijos num potinho</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">e quando der fome de doce</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">comê-los bem devagarzinho</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">é tudo o que eu quero</span><br /></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-46258748701690956512011-01-14T01:25:00.000-03:002011-01-14T01:27:19.480-03:00OFERECIDA<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4VvFWKpk2VRYDL3u8GxeNmg_Jh__y9hEhEPWGSg_0g26JIlFSTxcKhNb2xMEcEOZqa6pJ1kmgGL51YWnK1aUf_45vOPZlR3oELBqp84nTlkn4jAtrvJz-iG0sTZYF89dFiIvta7oBPI/s1600/Keira_Knightley_-_Elegance.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4VvFWKpk2VRYDL3u8GxeNmg_Jh__y9hEhEPWGSg_0g26JIlFSTxcKhNb2xMEcEOZqa6pJ1kmgGL51YWnK1aUf_45vOPZlR3oELBqp84nTlkn4jAtrvJz-iG0sTZYF89dFiIvta7oBPI/s400/Keira_Knightley_-_Elegance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561893166490824962" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;"><br />Oferecida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">milene sarquissiano<br /><br /></span></strong><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">quem sabe um dia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">escondida no vento</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">voando ao acaso</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">eu esbarre em ti</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">numa esquina fria</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">feito fase de lua</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">ou fúria de maré</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">arrepie tua pele</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">e te faça gemer</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">o frio dos invernos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">em pleno verão</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">quem sabe um dia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">você entenda</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">que roçar umbigos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">trançar pelos e coxas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">e arranhar o céu da boca</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">com o voo de mil línguas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">é a coisa mais linda</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">que eu tenho na vida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;">pra te oferecer: amor</span></strong><br /></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-57577991174260853182010-11-26T00:40:00.007-03:002010-11-28T21:43:14.916-03:00INTRADUZÍVEL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCU91WcV71FrwDO_sSD8h5iZT7phk0l4WxsLM2FK_bGqoCe4mHb4yP8JejyzNRg3eHJtC7KlqHvA2hDZnCMUfp_tXBCqZ7exXhHX8ZAOUtH_LlqoDS27j4Rpb_uZBuqnho5QLzMSTrU3A/s1600/OgAAAGG2T_8LWDN7ReTgfnu21GBsmKz57xT1L5ZdStKZyR0_ugku8hvQdua4Zkm61inyuBED0e2HqUbZi0ol70jbY60Am1T1UHjJ8q9fXBoPBV1lWMBUq3PusseY.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 433px; display: block; height: 261px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543699840991033858" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCU91WcV71FrwDO_sSD8h5iZT7phk0l4WxsLM2FK_bGqoCe4mHb4yP8JejyzNRg3eHJtC7KlqHvA2hDZnCMUfp_tXBCqZ7exXhHX8ZAOUtH_LlqoDS27j4Rpb_uZBuqnho5QLzMSTrU3A/s400/OgAAAGG2T_8LWDN7ReTgfnu21GBsmKz57xT1L5ZdStKZyR0_ugku8hvQdua4Zkm61inyuBED0e2HqUbZi0ol70jbY60Am1T1UHjJ8q9fXBoPBV1lWMBUq3PusseY.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />INTRADUZÍVEL<br />milene sarquissiano<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" >para Oswaldo Antônio Begiato</span><br /><br /><br />Toda linha é pouca<br />se a razão é louca.<br />Não cabe no verso<br />o tamanho do amor.<br />Perde-se de vista;<br />o olho não alcança.<br />Não cabe no verso<br />qualquer explicação.<br />O amor é uma língua<br />que só a nossa boca<br />sabe a tradução.<br /></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-13681459128416612032010-11-10T16:46:00.000-03:002010-11-10T16:47:53.121-03:00PEGADAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRDJSA8YpO24TiuQkVHm928aItM6D9oPNW6MWX4B0_RJIa-HrIJxmi-yyZjtp_CoR44lFEcsCoYj9wW4ii6m6QHfNg8OrHit56mBa1i_mNSMvATent2OKqOP1GOFT_3wjBwlF6NSOtRs/s1600/amor%252520%25282%2529%255B5%255D-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 379px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRDJSA8YpO24TiuQkVHm928aItM6D9oPNW6MWX4B0_RJIa-HrIJxmi-yyZjtp_CoR44lFEcsCoYj9wW4ii6m6QHfNg8OrHit56mBa1i_mNSMvATent2OKqOP1GOFT_3wjBwlF6NSOtRs/s400/amor%252520%25282%2529%255B5%255D-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538010005020277698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pegadas<br />milene sarquissiano<br /><br /><br />vens no tremular das pálpebras<br />com longos cílios de sedução<br />deslizando no caule noturno<br />o néctar selvagem dos mistérios<br /><br />vens na gratuidade do sereno<br />espreguiçando gotas sobre lençóis d'água<br />escrevendo a poesia úmida<br />que flui na correnteza dos olhares<br /><br />vens na ousadia crescente da lua<br />entre nevoeiros de solidão<br />lambendo a poeira dos naufrágios<br />em carícias salgadas de além- mar<br /><br />vens na maciez fresca da aurora<br />fundir-te em tronco à raiz do dia<br />roçando lábios no ventre da terra<br />deixando beijos como pegadas<br /></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-14160700262945484182010-11-02T01:51:00.000-03:002010-11-02T01:53:31.844-03:00ALTA TE(n)SÃO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnMMS6w9QCAZayA6hTTOoC1h0kwMHBJxD_KCk0oli3X5zF2Grpd6ojZndqUe6OSNT-4jgs1hQvVdi-T_cWnoS0srz9Gpu5j1FyOi5Ya_IIgtHJN3UItoVozQYKI5dylxw4fNw9kGPg_kA/s1600/139330casal199-pb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnMMS6w9QCAZayA6hTTOoC1h0kwMHBJxD_KCk0oli3X5zF2Grpd6ojZndqUe6OSNT-4jgs1hQvVdi-T_cWnoS0srz9Gpu5j1FyOi5Ya_IIgtHJN3UItoVozQYKI5dylxw4fNw9kGPg_kA/s400/139330casal199-pb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534810724552444914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ALTA TE(n)SÃO<br />milene sarquissiano<br /><br />quando tocas com a íris<br />a ponta dos meus seios<br />e vês nos meus olhos<br />os teus em devaneios<br />o mundo parece que pira<br />o tempo parece que para<br />a gente perde a linha<br />e também o fio da meada<br />os lábios ficam grudados<br />imantados de cio e tesão<br />a língua em brasa arrebita<br />e duela com a outra aflita<br />lanha suga sobe desce<br />molha excita incita fere<br />e no ápice do atrito<br />entram em curto-circuito<br />então a vista escurece<br />e a terra toda estremece<br />não há santo que aguente<br />nem diabo que nos carregue</span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-42942369122089250122010-10-13T00:38:00.003-03:002010-10-13T00:42:26.285-03:00PRESSA<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJBvtKwRiSUh78o3dhilG2-5uNp_WhnNneIhDNq8Uxgh7EltBITtPvqK_r9sKbKFC1sxR_RYjP0RXsY3SnXYRfaMjTAzGNZ8nnROwS3SDwL3VytLO2teiOOus6rjmeEDnvvqvHqqBga0/s1600/nua.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJBvtKwRiSUh78o3dhilG2-5uNp_WhnNneIhDNq8Uxgh7EltBITtPvqK_r9sKbKFC1sxR_RYjP0RXsY3SnXYRfaMjTAzGNZ8nnROwS3SDwL3VytLO2teiOOus6rjmeEDnvvqvHqqBga0/s400/nua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527370326183574866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />PRESSA</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >milene sarquissiano</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />amar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >não dá</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >pra adiar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >a</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >manhã</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >já</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >foi</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >amanhã...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >...já era!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ></span><br /></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-50171109179478665402010-10-07T17:07:00.000-03:002010-10-07T17:09:00.285-03:00FOME<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-84qOy3qDofmTT-JGUIU4Hb7ACn9XjT2TTW1QctpirG6korojMpm4GgtaAOXCmsuj8D4VyH0GlLrcb5ktwp6HwEZ5gEvrPnGr8P_ybCiqFfcUeCtrE9JXQfI3wxWAVPdtikFcXq1kBpc/s1600/FOME.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525398633231314162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-84qOy3qDofmTT-JGUIU4Hb7ACn9XjT2TTW1QctpirG6korojMpm4GgtaAOXCmsuj8D4VyH0GlLrcb5ktwp6HwEZ5gEvrPnGr8P_ybCiqFfcUeCtrE9JXQfI3wxWAVPdtikFcXq1kBpc/s400/FOME.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-91755210357194089872010-09-14T17:07:00.001-03:002010-09-14T17:11:30.204-03:00ARES DE PRIMAVERA<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBhp9VbajDPnxvS9IWgRxRhQxCgEGOa6N4cuZoICo07pE9CXXAAAcvCm0BLW_NmC0Nq6ldRZXQA0_eLv9rhL2xmfTI9qnT6cDaWK606sIp6b6-S5hrIxbThmGz8itpDC_EbBdUZxKNj0/s1600/212124-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516863872572381650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBhp9VbajDPnxvS9IWgRxRhQxCgEGOa6N4cuZoICo07pE9CXXAAAcvCm0BLW_NmC0Nq6ldRZXQA0_eLv9rhL2xmfTI9qnT6cDaWK606sIp6b6-S5hrIxbThmGz8itpDC_EbBdUZxKNj0/s400/212124-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">ARES DE PRIMAVERA<br />Milene Sarquissiano </span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />Manhã de setembro que sou,<br />venho com meu corpo primaveril<br />repleto de bem-me-queres<br />e impregnado de suavidades,<br />à procura do amor-perfeito.<br /><br />Trago no hálito de alfazemas<br />o frescor virgem do beijo prometido,<br />e chovo na aridez da tua boca<br />pétalas molhadas de desejos.<br /><br />Tua língua vira um canteiro<br />onde borboleteiam gemidos,<br />zonzos de tanta paixão.<br /><br />Não se engane comigo:<br />- tenho ares de primavera<br />mas sou mais quente que o verão</span>.</strong></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-34866356143625693462010-09-04T03:16:00.003-03:002010-09-06T06:21:40.970-03:00OLHOS<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKL5rFbMSuVSa7hmptU21e_lEi3FDHjun11mhukU25mwcIXVsxiCafybDPZKtW1fwXRuom3DMfPtHLr7FwH9aFZhia3cgS2GDcwvNriR-Sp4hdbCtrfviC0wM2eqmfx7VxOo68ydDvYI8/s1600/mimi1+1278.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512939218611935762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKL5rFbMSuVSa7hmptU21e_lEi3FDHjun11mhukU25mwcIXVsxiCafybDPZKtW1fwXRuom3DMfPtHLr7FwH9aFZhia3cgS2GDcwvNriR-Sp4hdbCtrfviC0wM2eqmfx7VxOo68ydDvYI8/s400/mimi1+1278.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">OLHOS<br />Milene Sarquissiano<br /><br />AMENDOADOS<br />A MIM DOADOS<br />AMÉM.</span> </strong></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-14182449496349196422010-07-26T03:22:00.003-03:002010-07-26T03:27:04.521-03:00(IN)FARTO<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFokUF9leUhvmz6C_E3Ejh0ZguE-YQFKvO3gJLoE5XKm02McNOfDgBGr9V0Sm3p7sqzOdl-pN-gxNLpS-7zP9XfYGKe912SvL3st3PCOUYf2Xp_37Ux5GkxLo4FpF-G6RbNk2pYHyfJo/s1600/novo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498097104135565106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFokUF9leUhvmz6C_E3Ejh0ZguE-YQFKvO3gJLoE5XKm02McNOfDgBGr9V0Sm3p7sqzOdl-pN-gxNLpS-7zP9XfYGKe912SvL3st3PCOUYf2Xp_37Ux5GkxLo4FpF-G6RbNk2pYHyfJo/s400/novo.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>(IN)FARTO<br />Milene Sarquissiano<br /><br /><br />Arranho a garganta do tempo<br />com a agudez de quase unhas.<br /><br />Rouca, a dor geme afiada,<br />cortando os pulsos da neblina.<br /><br />A insanidade gargalha incontida<br />rompendo o silêncio dos lábios.<br /><br />Equilibrada na escuridão,<br />a lua lambe o asfalto,<br />farejando o cio do chão.<br /><br />A boca da noite fede,<br />...late uma saudade cão.<br />Rosna de dor o peito<br />(in)farto de solidão.</strong></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-73672968260412053032010-07-12T01:22:00.002-03:002010-07-12T01:26:49.831-03:00HEMORRÁGICO AMOR<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_DjnWPLSAJfMHmz2LcTwoFbcphRQ5RoWAd1hOV_Oly1ilmSXQ2up9JwkP4Hdb63N6TiLVaAmPeY2dk5tNxoO20wKBhElO7GraHzHgCyZ0suR4_3lr1HY9zu1hOS_2xUPLoWQeV-Jtz6g/s1600/blog.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492871171457064706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_DjnWPLSAJfMHmz2LcTwoFbcphRQ5RoWAd1hOV_Oly1ilmSXQ2up9JwkP4Hdb63N6TiLVaAmPeY2dk5tNxoO20wKBhElO7GraHzHgCyZ0suR4_3lr1HY9zu1hOS_2xUPLoWQeV-Jtz6g/s400/blog.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>HEMORRÁGICO AMOR<br />Milene Sarquissiano<br /><br />Será à mesa da tua fartura que matarei a fome<br />do conhecimento e lamberei o prato da sabedoria?<br /><br />Em que pé de vento calçarei a serenidade furacônica<br />das minhas tempestades mais levianas?<br /><br />Qual livro ousará revelar os romances tórridos que<br />eu nunca tive e as doenças que cultivei em segredo?<br /><br />Em que mar de lama meus olhos azuis plantarão rosas<br />e colherão valentes violetas, cheirando à sarjeta?<br /><br />Que estrela fecundará em seu ventre as ideias que<br />lancei no ópio da noite, entorpecido pelo êxtase lunar?<br /><br />Quantos bêbados vomitarão suas poesias tontas<br />na boca do estômago das minhas horas insones?<br /><br />Em que barco naufragará a tristeza da minha alma<br />que me afoga e afunda, em terra firme e de ninguém?<br /><br />Quantas folhas tombarão no outono dos meus olhos<br />revelando a paisagem pardacenta das minhas retinas?<br /><br />Em que túmulo jazerá o verso anêmico que sangrou<br />até a morte, em nome do nosso hemorrágico amor? </strong></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-9731113611355131162010-07-03T11:36:00.001-03:002010-07-03T11:39:28.019-03:00SOLO<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_xHTdVVXA27tJqcT5r_ASbmVWvKl2fpm1fsH56JZhNtEXc212pgFu8VdEnfHaw0iNmryT4wqcdOBfwpQVcWig4gtXNbKNd8jUVVuCxSkp9CkGay62xEYjJjyHNp0pYAZz5OfdOh36LI/s1600/Ana_Claudia_Michels.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489689175864360994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_xHTdVVXA27tJqcT5r_ASbmVWvKl2fpm1fsH56JZhNtEXc212pgFu8VdEnfHaw0iNmryT4wqcdOBfwpQVcWig4gtXNbKNd8jUVVuCxSkp9CkGay62xEYjJjyHNp0pYAZz5OfdOh36LI/s400/Ana_Claudia_Michels.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>SOLO<br />Milene Sarquissiano<br /><br />Gosto do teu olhar perdido e torpe<br />Valsando lento por meus encantos<br />Pousando malicioso nas minhas delícias<br /><br />Gosto do calor que vem da tua boca<br />Quando tua língua dissimulada<br />Incendeia versos na pele dos meus lábios<br /><br />Gosto das nossas salivas misturadas<br />Afogadas num desejo que não cessa<br />Engolindo o gosto dos nossos sais<br /><br />Gosto do arrepio que corta a carne<br />Quando tomas meu seio em tua boca<br />E minhas fendas, em teus dedos<br /><br />Não gosto de abrir os olhos<br />E ver refletida no espelho<br />A minha imagem...e a de mais ninguém.<br /><br /></strong></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-25986188321312346342010-06-30T23:18:00.002-03:002010-06-30T23:35:28.430-03:00TSUNAMI<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0YVRZGD0bd7CD4nUn7L0i1xi0HahUmUSkAg1pcHAWIj8Yb1-Lqb-iVTpwFH8Sx-xAcQ8a1dN07XxfbzaQ4padM86gZiP-5t-z3Z26uh0rpCmVcX3Pfc2RxfMk4X1VTvOT8bruWmpjhAI/s1600/pobreza.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488757072125435538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0YVRZGD0bd7CD4nUn7L0i1xi0HahUmUSkAg1pcHAWIj8Yb1-Lqb-iVTpwFH8Sx-xAcQ8a1dN07XxfbzaQ4padM86gZiP-5t-z3Z26uh0rpCmVcX3Pfc2RxfMk4X1VTvOT8bruWmpjhAI/s400/pobreza.bmp" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>TSUNAMI<br />Milene Sarquissiano<br /><br /><br />Olha, seu moço<br />já virou rotina<br />esse papo de chacina.<br />Isso é coisa que eu ouço<br />desde os tempos de menina<br />quando eu era direita,<br />bonita, e moça feita.<br />Quando as vozes do morro<br />imploravam socorro<br />nos ouvidos surdos<br />dos homens mudos,<br />os chamados "doutores"<br />que faziam horrores<br />inclusive vistas grossas<br />pra certos assassinos.<br />E nas raras vezes<br />que entravam na favela<br />nos passavam em revista,<br />nos chamavam de cadelas<br />mandavam fechar a boca<br />e só abrir pra comer<br />o senhor sabe, o quê...<br /><br />Olha, seu moço<br />nunca tive diamante<br />mas era ajeitada e limpa,<br />limpa por dentro e por fora,<br />era bonita e elegante<br />tinha mais dentes que agora<br />tinha motivos pra sorrir<br />e até uma cama pra cair.<br />Hoje só caio na real<br />sem direito a aviso prévio<br />sem direito a tropeçar<br />primeiro nos meus sonhos.<br /><br />Tá difícil, seu moço...<br />Sem trabalho, dou trabalho.<br />É barra segurar a onda<br />quanto mais toda a maré.<br />Então vou morrendo em vida<br />afogada em tristezas,<br />afinal...<br />nadar contra a Tsunami, quem quer? </strong></span></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165904608969704423.post-23383700968837803332010-06-24T15:45:00.002-03:002010-06-24T15:47:51.343-03:00VIAGEM<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8oLz7KMrFSvBoFy2Tde9JkEs_aOOusw_1KRD-pJ9MsZMj4zf9b5OrZVZGfTr_TF7PrXtZ0miBJsFyvAizykUu1Wt3SzqKDTSkSqc4XN3Q-UWPK3iQfYzUwDsP2D7zS8y7062RGKYG0r4/s1600/OgAAAJWdkIoqTVeo-JTJlFd9_qi84s2PYKrE-pl0fUnzEZsJeX8eMdfvpKi57fvE-WR_fnfzuTAz1UGB-_HnTPZ1cswAm1T1UNujl91Y_kfyfkgHNeaGfmZKbuJw.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486413367706105666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8oLz7KMrFSvBoFy2Tde9JkEs_aOOusw_1KRD-pJ9MsZMj4zf9b5OrZVZGfTr_TF7PrXtZ0miBJsFyvAizykUu1Wt3SzqKDTSkSqc4XN3Q-UWPK3iQfYzUwDsP2D7zS8y7062RGKYG0r4/s400/OgAAAJWdkIoqTVeo-JTJlFd9_qi84s2PYKrE-pl0fUnzEZsJeX8eMdfvpKi57fvE-WR_fnfzuTAz1UGB-_HnTPZ1cswAm1T1UNujl91Y_kfyfkgHNeaGfmZKbuJw.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">VIAGEM<br />Milene Sarquissiano<br /><br />Carregada nos braços da noite,<br />Visto-me com o perfume das flores<br />E viajo distâncias...<br /><br />Esse querer em outras quimeras,<br />Despertando adormecidos sentimentos,<br />Me fascina.<br /><br />São quilômetros de sonhos,<br />Num transitar de emoções infindas,<br />E coloridas ilusões.<br /><br />Tua ausência é tão presente,<br />Que te faz presença constante.<br /><br />Vôo nas asas do vento,<br />Perco-me em estrelas guias,<br />E te encontro...<br />...na lua!<br /><br />Amanheço na tua boca<br />Com o gosto do sereno.</span></strong></div>Milene Sarquissianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12122487259226665932noreply@blogger.com8