<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642</id><updated>2012-02-01T11:42:59.355Z</updated><title type='text'>Sarah, the Lady in Black</title><subtitle type='html'>Um diário intimo, no qual Sarah descreve momentos da sua vida, aventuras, estados de espírito... um espaço onde Sarah se irá libertar!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-5721869953511354259</id><published>2010-04-22T22:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:50:33.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Missing you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-5721869953511354259?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5721869953511354259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=5721869953511354259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5721869953511354259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5721869953511354259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8244666347038700023</id><published>2009-10-11T09:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:44:05.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;… dormir contigo…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;… partilhar a mesma cama contigo…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;… esticar o braço e sentir-te a meu lado…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;… enrroscar-me em ti, na cama…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;… abrir os olhos e ver-te ao meu lado…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;… acordar e ver-te dormir ao meu lado…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;… acordar e ver-te sorrir para mim…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;… adormecer depois de ter feito AMOR contigo…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;… acordar e fazer AMOR contigo…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StGay3JBdaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/KJu-JOrf2kw/s1600-h/casal-na-cama%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="casal-na-cama" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="340" alt="casal-na-cama" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StGa0w1QLeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VdyrYOWwRlo/casal-na-cama_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Queres?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8244666347038700023?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8244666347038700023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8244666347038700023&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8244666347038700023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8244666347038700023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/quero.html' title='Quero…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StGa0w1QLeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VdyrYOWwRlo/s72-c/casal-na-cama_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-1265647327215810927</id><published>2009-10-11T00:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:20:13.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can say is WOW!!!!!!!!!!! Damn nice eyes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StEWccNrSEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ED7KqQpNd9g/s1600-h/image001%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="image001" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="image001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StEWdskfvVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/MQPal_o0T5g/image001_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StEWfyjWVZI/AAAAAAAAAck/12oHZ6jPfTs/s1600-h/image002%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="image002" height="244" alt="image002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StEWhPWAjBI/AAAAAAAAAco/wxIv96fbBn8/image002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StEWjkriz-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/vU6BpE-DkPE/s1600-h/image004%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="image004" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="image004" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StEWkjWmUvI/AAAAAAAAAcw/N0pzbVDJP04/image004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StEWmlsB6fI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wGhnEaI82Q0/s1600-h/image005%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="image005" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="image005" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StEWnhnZVDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QnJz19jEyY8/image005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StEWpvs2QHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/74BobRm--ds/s1600-h/image006%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="image006" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="image006" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StEWq0cHPWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/rni1KpYxB7s/image006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, posso dizer que os teus olhos sao ainda mais belos!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E me deixam louca!!! Louca de desejo!!! Louca de Paixão!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louca que nem uma leoa pronta a devorar-te!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-1265647327215810927?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1265647327215810927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=1265647327215810927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1265647327215810927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1265647327215810927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-i-can-say-is-wow-damn-nice-eyes.html' title='All I can say is WOW!!!!!!!!!!! Damn nice eyes!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/StEWdskfvVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/MQPal_o0T5g/s72-c/image001_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-3044610820213304817</id><published>2009-10-09T16:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:44:23.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>beija-me…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Ss9aVHX6SxI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Y08bYkxr08w/s1600-h/casal16%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="casal16" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="385" alt="casal16" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Ss9aVog-QVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/tUaw1hUUMhQ/casal16_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…como se nao houvesse amanhã!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-3044610820213304817?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3044610820213304817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=3044610820213304817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3044610820213304817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3044610820213304817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/beija-me.html' title='beija-me…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Ss9aVog-QVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/tUaw1hUUMhQ/s72-c/casal16_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-2526649870529690982</id><published>2009-09-23T10:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:35:31.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero mimar-te…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem, deixa-me abraçar-te…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Vem, deixa-me beijar-te…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Vem, deixa-me mimar-te…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Deita a cabeça no meu peito, fecha os olhos e deixa que todos os problemas desapareçam por algum tempo…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Srnr1yxjicI/AAAAAAAAAbs/dP1CqZF2ibc/s1600-h/ternura-9309%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="ternura-9309" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="257" alt="ternura-9309" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Srnr2vJboqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Priuf-cEqPE/ternura-9309_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Deixa o mundo lá fora…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Deixa as frustrações e angustias lá fora…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Esquece tudo e vive o momento…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Depois? Depois é depois…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quero amar-te, quero entregar-me a ti, quero sentir o toque da tua pele, as tuas mãos, o teu corpo…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quero sentir o teu olhar penetrar o meu até à alma…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quero a tua boca colada à minha, num beijo louco de desejo…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quero sentir os teus braços apertarem-me contra ti…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quero sentir todo o teu corpo vibrar na ponta dos meus dedos… na ponta da minha língua…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hoje… hoje apetece-me… fazer AMOR contigo…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Srnr3TavSiI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3BXOBoMTEUw/s1600-h/hczabi434567-02%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="hczabi434567-02" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="201" alt="hczabi434567-02" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Srnr4lkjaeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wpagvqTg7Qs/hczabi434567-02_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-2526649870529690982?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2526649870529690982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=2526649870529690982&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2526649870529690982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2526649870529690982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/quero-mimar-te.html' title='Quero mimar-te…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Srnr2vJboqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Priuf-cEqPE/s72-c/ternura-9309_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8238253562453899831</id><published>2009-09-22T19:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:56:45.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Inside…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Srkd6GWT_9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/DCB6NqeH-r0/s1600-h/broken%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="broken" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="429" alt="broken" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Srkd630DVmI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ck633A7zHAk/broken_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;If you are not ok, I’m not ok…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Give me your hand and let’s do this together…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;If you cry, I’ll hold you and I’ll cry with you…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;All I can do now is LOVE YOU!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;And when the night falls around me       &lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I'll make it through        &lt;br /&gt;I'll use your light to guide the way        &lt;br /&gt;All I think about is you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;And all these days I spend away       &lt;br /&gt;I'll make up for this I swear        &lt;br /&gt;I need your love to hold me up        &lt;br /&gt;When it's all to much to bear&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;All I think about is you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Sq2FvPZImpI/AAAAAAAAAas/h_63xuSeEmo/s1600-h/s320x240%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="s320x240" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="190" alt="s320x240" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Sq2Fv-RwLII/AAAAAAAAAaw/-YbySvtArvk/s320x240_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-1431707762907900439?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1431707762907900439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=1431707762907900439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1431707762907900439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1431707762907900439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/amo-te.html' title='AMO-TE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Sq2Frx3ibpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/JZ6IC3TyUyk/s72-c/beijo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-1129696157647274722</id><published>2009-08-24T16:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:52:30.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo-te!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the music says… You’re everything I need and even more!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me smile… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me happy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me wanna go further…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me wanna be better…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;You make me feel alive!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;I love you and that will stay forever…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a094255c-9775-4130-81e4-f6093064724e" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZ0FhVZce2o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZ0FhVZce2o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember those walls I built       &lt;br /&gt;Well, baby they're tumbling down        &lt;br /&gt;And they didn't even put up a fight        &lt;br /&gt;They didn't even make up a sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found a way to let you in       &lt;br /&gt;But I never really had a doubt        &lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light of your halo        &lt;br /&gt;I got my angel now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's like I've been awakened       &lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breaking        &lt;br /&gt;It's the risk that I'm taking        &lt;br /&gt;I ain't never gonna shut you out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now       &lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace        &lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo        &lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're everything I need and more       &lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face        &lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo        &lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do your halo halo halo       &lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo        &lt;br /&gt;Do your halo halo halo        &lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun       &lt;br /&gt;Burning through my darkest night        &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I want        &lt;br /&gt;Think I'm addicted to your light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swore I'd never fall again       &lt;br /&gt;But this don't even feel like falling        &lt;br /&gt;Gravity can't forget        &lt;br /&gt;To pull me back to the ground again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feels like I've been awakened       &lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breaking        &lt;br /&gt;The risk that I'm taking        &lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna shut you out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now       &lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace        &lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo        &lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're everything I need and more       &lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face        &lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo        &lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo       &lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo        &lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo        &lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo       &lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo        &lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo        &lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo        &lt;br /&gt;Halo, halo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now       &lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace        &lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo        &lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're everything I need and more       &lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face        &lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo        &lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo       &lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo        &lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo        &lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo       &lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo        &lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo        &lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-1129696157647274722?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1129696157647274722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=1129696157647274722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1129696157647274722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1129696157647274722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/amo-te.html' title='Amo-te!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-2190312181437345635</id><published>2009-08-17T23:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:49:17.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:7cb153f9-1ed8-44ab-b067-3a5dbc9b242f" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yOb2-isAm_M&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yOb2-isAm_M&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;[Be strong, be weak, beware]   &lt;br /&gt;It's because I met you    &lt;br /&gt;It's because I'm here    &lt;br /&gt;It's because I felt you    &lt;br /&gt;It's because I'm near    &lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why    &lt;br /&gt;you don't have to go    &lt;br /&gt;The reason that I adore you    &lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;I love to love you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;It’s the reason why&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-2190312181437345635?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2190312181437345635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=2190312181437345635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2190312181437345635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2190312181437345635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/question-of-love.html' title='Question of love'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-5395044367060799681</id><published>2009-08-11T11:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:20:01.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Devoro-te!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… ardendo de desejo… empurrou-o, afastando-o ligeiramente de si… encostou-o à parede e beijou-o ardentemente… a boca… sugou-lhe os lábios… a língua… ele abraça-a, sem lhe prender os movimentos…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A boca dela no pescoço dele… beija-o… morde-o…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A língua a passear no peito… as unhas… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O umbigo dele, a língua dela… quase o leva ao delírio!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ali está ele… firme, hirto, húmido de desejo dela…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SoFFvhXWYGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/GngvSzD8twA/s1600-h/2933483%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2933483" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="266" alt="2933483" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SoFFwEqjWLI/AAAAAAAAAaM/M8qPiQ1xY-w/2933483_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ela pensa “Ainda não…” e contorna-o… descendo por uma virilha com a ponta da língua… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beija-lhe as pernas… descendo por uma e subindo por outra…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volta a contorna-lo pela virilha… e quando parecia que ia subir novamente para o umbigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absorve-o todo na sua boca quente e húmida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele, surpreendido, geme de prazer… Ela sente as mãos dele embrenhar-se nos seus cabelos… Estimula-a a continuar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela beija, ela suga, ela morde, ela lambe e chupa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele geme baixinho e chama por ela…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela só pára quando sente aquele líquido quente jorrar…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saciada por agora… deita-se ao lado dele, contemplando o seu sorriso extasiado…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SoFFx4HAjTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/8U5yOK72v0E/s1600-h/SexyMan%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="SexyMan" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="262" alt="SexyMan" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SoFFz6LgbVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/vIz16Hx0KrU/SexyMan_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-5395044367060799681?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5395044367060799681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=5395044367060799681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5395044367060799681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5395044367060799681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/devoro-te.html' title='Devoro-te!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SoFFwEqjWLI/AAAAAAAAAaM/M8qPiQ1xY-w/s72-c/2933483_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8829673529724979266</id><published>2009-07-07T19:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:47:35.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Devora-me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Entrou a sorrir e de imediato a agarrou e beijou ardentemente… o desejo estava latente… ela sabia que o tinha provocado até ao limite… adorava senti-lo assim, completamente perdido de tesão!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Encostou-a à parede e deslizou a língua desde a boca até ao vale formado pelos seios dela, que o decote profundo deixava ver… As mãos dele, essas, perderam-se a explorar o corpo dela…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ela, perdida também, gemia baixinho e agarrava-lhe os cabelos, ora puxando a cabeça dele contra si, ora afastando-o ligeiramente…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ele continuou a descer… as suas mãos fizeram subir a saia dela… beijou-lhe o triangulo de tecido que lhe cobria a parte mais quente do corpo…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Afastou-o o suficiente para fazer deslizar pelas pernas o vestido e o fio dental… Nua, ofereceu-se-lhe… Ele nem hesitou e saciou o desejo de ambos! Já não estava encostada à parede. Apenas a sua cabeça se apoiava, o corpo todo arqueado para a frente… as mãos já não agarravam, puxavam-lhe os cabelos… e ele beijava, sugava, mordia… O corpo dela deslizou até estar já como que sentada no chão…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(continua…?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SlOYRJ56XtI/AAAAAAAAAaA/s32fD4QtxYA/s1600-h/1895059%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="1895059" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="444" alt="1895059" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SlOYRun74DI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0EPKJ90tXzQ/1895059_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8829673529724979266?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8829673529724979266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8829673529724979266&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8829673529724979266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8829673529724979266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/devora-me.html' title='Devora-me!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SlOYRun74DI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0EPKJ90tXzQ/s72-c/1895059_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-4819051041063713933</id><published>2009-06-25T01:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:03:00.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apetece-me………</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SkK-qgzH7EI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/pDIPXun3JIo/s1600-h/pp15%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="pp15" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="411" alt="pp15" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SkK-s5ysqvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UMDYnD0Kvbc/pp15_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANDA!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-4819051041063713933?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4819051041063713933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=4819051041063713933&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4819051041063713933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4819051041063713933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/apetece-me.html' title='Apetece-me………'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SkK-s5ysqvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UMDYnD0Kvbc/s72-c/pp15_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-6538569634661677745</id><published>2009-06-22T01:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:26:07.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suavemente…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O calor traz ao de cima o meu lado mais… hot… naughty… selvagem…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m a pussycat… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;img height="319" src="http://thepeartreeblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/gatinho-susana-camoes.jpg" width="396" /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;felling like a lioness…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3kOxsfrCN8/RrdjOAv7VCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZqdYWiMBFQs/s400/leoa.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Or is it the other way around?!…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E a banda sonora deste sonho felino é…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1a1c1dfd-f5dc-4a4e-993a-ca856f452c5a" style="padding-right: 0px; 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 &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é só pra ti, como prometido ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia destes escrevo um post a dar atenção ao umbiguinho….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos doces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SjulvqxLLzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wkARXDBpJjg/s1600-h/UmbigoparaAC%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="UmbigoparaAC" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="430" alt="UmbigoparaAC" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SjulwR4CCJI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/v7aPXVickLg/UmbigoparaAC_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O umbigo é o meio do caminho para dois prazeres… ambos capazes de causar delírios! Descer ou subir? Eis a questão…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;BOM FIM-DE-SEMANA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(no site &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.pt"&gt;www.olhares.pt&lt;/a&gt;, esta foto faz parte da sequencia da foto publicada no post &lt;a href="http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/wanna-n-gonna-free-myself.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wanna'n'Gonna Free Myself&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8765113667566468769?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8765113667566468769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8765113667566468769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8765113667566468769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8765113667566468769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-pra-ti.html' title='SÓ PRA TI!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SjulwR4CCJI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/v7aPXVickLg/s72-c/UmbigoparaAC_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-6147669151511746888</id><published>2009-06-18T16:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:47:35.685+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Teasing U…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SjphlNVttmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qZ49cVymoh4/s1600-h/black%20pearl%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="black pearl" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="421" alt="black pearl" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SjphlkiiLbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3gjnXae7BS8/black%20pearl_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I feeling naughty?!…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-6147669151511746888?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6147669151511746888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=6147669151511746888&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6147669151511746888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6147669151511746888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-teasing-u.html' title='Just Teasing U…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SjphlkiiLbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3gjnXae7BS8/s72-c/black%20pearl_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-4856188956397334499</id><published>2009-06-12T16:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:45:59.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>enlouquecer…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raiva, frustração, FÚRIA, loucura, impaciência, intensidade, desejo, vontade de fazer alguma coisa, de mudar, de fugir, de gritar, de amar, de odiar, de sentir, de…………… a sensação de estar prestes a explodir… tudo isto sinto, tudo isto me transmite esta música que não me sai da cabeça há dias… Haverá uma explicação lógica? Estou a enlouqucer…?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1f28ad82-c142-42be-8fc5-fe8bce903ad0" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cfXbw9SWVKE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cfXbw9SWVKE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Minha garganta estranha quando não te vejo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ME VEM UM DESEJO DOIDO DE GRITAR    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Minha garganta arranha a tinta e os azulejos   &lt;br /&gt;Do teu quarto, da cozinha, da sala de estar    &lt;br /&gt;Minha garganta arranha a tinta e os azulejos    &lt;br /&gt;Do teu quarto, da cozinha, da sala de estar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;VENS madrugada PERTURBAR MEU SONO   &lt;br /&gt;COMO UM CÃO SEM DONO ME PONHO A LADRAR    &lt;br /&gt;ATRAVESSO O TRAVESSEIRO, ME REVIRO PELO AVESSO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;MINHA CABEÇA ENLOUQUECEA, FAZES ELA RODAR   &lt;br /&gt;ATRAVESSO O TRAVESSEIRO, ME REVIRO PELO AVESSO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;MINHA CABEÇA ENLOUQUECES, FAZES ELA RODAR&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SEI QUE NÃO SANTA, as vezes vou na cara dura   &lt;br /&gt;ÁS VEZES AJO COM CANDURA pra te conquistar    &lt;br /&gt;Mas não sou beata, me criei na rua    &lt;br /&gt;E não mudo minha postura só pra te agradar    &lt;br /&gt;Mas não sou beata, me criei na rua    &lt;br /&gt;E não mudo minha postura só pra te agradar    &lt;br /&gt;Vim parar nessa cidade, por força da circunstância    &lt;br /&gt;Sou assim desde criança, me criei meio sem lar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;APRENDI A ME VIRAR SOZINHA,   &lt;br /&gt;e se eu tô te dando linha é pra comer você    &lt;br /&gt;APRENDI A ME VIRAR SOZINHA,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;e se eu tô te dando linha é pra depois te abandonar   &lt;br /&gt;APRENDI A ME VIRAR SOZINHA,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;e se eu tô te dando linha é pra depois te abandonar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(letra original: &lt;a title="http://letras.terra.com.br/ana-carolina-seu-jorge/457861/" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/ana-carolina-seu-jorge/457861/"&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/ana-carolina-seu-jorge/457861/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-4856188956397334499?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4856188956397334499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=4856188956397334499&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4856188956397334499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4856188956397334499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/enlouquecer.html' title='enlouquecer…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-724213373261131000</id><published>2009-06-08T11:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:45:54.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just… Kiss me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="385" src="http://srv0110-08.oak1.imeem.com/g/p/d2f198e79cc6d469b663ba55bf1b6b40_web.jpg" width="317" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela até podia dizer que tudo começou com um beijo, mas na verdade… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo começou com um olhar, um olhar que transmitiu curiosidade, empatia, carinho e, estranhamente (pois nunca se tinham visto antes), desejo… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela ficou presa àquele olhar. Teve a sensação que ele a viu até à alma…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele ficou preso à timidez natural dela… E a adrenalina do desafio foi a que falou mais alto num primeiro momento! Mas depois…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhares e sorrisos que transmitiram uma cumplicidade nunca colocada em palavras… Olhares mal disfarçados, porque outros olhares se aperceberam…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela sonhou… sonhou com os lábios dele, com o seu sorriso travesso… Através da aparência de menino malandro, ela viu a sua timidez reflectida nele…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele observou, atentamente. Registou-lhe os traços, os trejeitos… e sentiu a cumplicidade e segurabça de alguém que viu para lá da aparência…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No ar ficou aquela vontade de……….. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…………………………………..won’t you please KISS ME?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:3e2b43a9-2761-4a79-b47b-dc563f18498b" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuIk6AImLGs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuIk6AImLGs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-724213373261131000?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/724213373261131000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=724213373261131000&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/724213373261131000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/724213373261131000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-kiss-me.html' title='Just… Kiss me!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7058799285894244000</id><published>2009-06-07T22:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:03:31.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna ‘n’ gonna free myself…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SiwrGBGREZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/CWdMz4gnPSo/s1600-h/2627562%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2627562" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="503" alt="2627562" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SiwrIaU7q-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/w6iCZc8n-sU/2627562_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7058799285894244000?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7058799285894244000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7058799285894244000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7058799285894244000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7058799285894244000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/wanna-n-gonna-free-myself.html' title='Wanna ‘n’ gonna free myself…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SiwrIaU7q-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/w6iCZc8n-sU/s72-c/2627562_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-5403852046738220513</id><published>2009-04-17T20:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:08:04.272+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Wine…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parou à porta do hotel. Respirou fundo. Sorriu para si mesma… Ansiosa e um pouco nervosa… Excitada…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrou e subiu. A porta do quarto estava entreaberta. “És mesmo louco!”, pensou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrou, tentando não fazer barulho. Ali estava ele, sentado na cama, lindo, perfeito, um sonho! Ao seu lado, uma garrafa de vinho tinto e dois copos… Com um sorriso sedutor, ofereceu-lhe um copo… Aproximou-se dele, aceitou e bebeu de imediato um gole… De seguida, sem palavras, sem sequer pensar, pousou os lábios nos dele… Ele puxou-a para si e beijaram-se avidamente, porque aquele beijo há muito tempo que era desejado! Olharam-se e sorriram. “Vieste…”. “Sabias que vinha… E tu… estás mesmo aqui…”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apesar do desejo que os queimava, ficaram a conversar durante muito tempo, embora lhes tenham parecido minutos. A garrafa de vinho foi consumida entre palavras e risos. Risos que foram aumentando de intensidade. E entre uma coisa e outra, foram-se tocando levemente, mas de forma cada vez mais ousada…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltaram a beijar-se, agora com desejo, com tesão! E as roupas que ambos vestiam tornaram-se barreiras que tinham de ser transpostas imediatamente! Completamente perdidos de desejo, despiram-se entre beijos loucos e entregaram-se nos braços um do outro… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SejTkahTgeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XxB1YBiUGl8/s1600-h/Dl1tIz833323-02%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Dl1tIz833323-02" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="281" alt="Dl1tIz833323-02" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SejTkyLj3_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/aRi6Niv7qto/Dl1tIz833323-02_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fizeram Amor com desejo mas também com todo o carinho… Saciaram a fome um do outro que os vinha devorando por dentro… Atingiram o auge juntos e ali ficaram, abraçados, na cama, com um sorriso estampado no rosto…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;A glass of red wine?”…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-5403852046738220513?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5403852046738220513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=5403852046738220513&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5403852046738220513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5403852046738220513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-wine.html' title='Red Wine…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SejTkyLj3_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/aRi6Niv7qto/s72-c/Dl1tIz833323-02_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-579551390385452264</id><published>2009-03-28T12:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:52:18.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Selo de Qualidade/Prenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Porque é sempre bom receber prendas, aqui fica o meu obrigada! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Sc4df71RgUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rX51h4qgeoM/s1600-h/selo_bet%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="selo_bet" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="334" alt="selo_bet" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Sc4dgYe78WI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PkbzMHk9kYc/selo_bet_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Porque já em 2007 fui referida no &lt;a href="http://blogueseroticos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blogues Eróticos Tugas&lt;/a&gt;, tive direito a selinho de qualidade! é uma honra! Fico, naturalmente, toda vaidosa!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Aproveito e recomendo que cliquem no link e vão visitar o blog. Vale mesmo a pena para quem gosta de blogues de conteúdo erótico. Atrevo-me até a dizer que é um verdadeiro serviço público que ali está feito! lol&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;E se por acaso se encontrarem lá referidos, já sabem… O selo de qualidade é vosso também!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até breve…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px" src="http://www.dermaxin.com/14_SharedImages/lips.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-579551390385452264?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/579551390385452264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=579551390385452264&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/579551390385452264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/579551390385452264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/selo-de-qualidadeprenda.html' title='Selo de Qualidade/Prenda'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/Sc4dgYe78WI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PkbzMHk9kYc/s72-c/selo_bet_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8931374207538380973</id><published>2009-03-23T00:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:12:49.834Z</updated><title type='text'>Red Wine…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recebeu uma sms: “Hotel X, quarto Y. Sobes e entras. Estou à tua espera. És capaz?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respondeu: “Sabes que sim. E tu, és mesmo capaz?”~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a resposta não tardou: “Já estou aqui à tua espera. Vem…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com um sorriso nos lábios, correu até casa. Um duche rápido, porque o dia tinha sido quente e ela ficara ainda mais quente com aquela proposta… Espalhou creme no corpo, porque queria a pele macia e porque assim ficava perfumada mesmo sem colocar perfume. Lingerie… qual? Hmmm… a vermelha? Não, demasiado provocadora para este primeiro encontro… A azul. Simples, algo doce, algo provocante, mas linda como todas as suas lingeries… (é sempre com prazer que escolhe cada peça de lingerie quando compra). A saia preta, a blusa azul, os sapatos de salto alto e as imprescindíveis meias de liga… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Base, gloss e apenas um pouco de rimel para realçar o olhar. Perfeita!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/ScbTzujaIhI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YXZORPANBXE/s1600-h/2574391%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2574391" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="410" alt="2574391" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/ScbT1o5slhI/AAAAAAAAAZM/twjopE6q8jY/2574391_thumb%5B22%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saiu ansiosa e o carro pareceu ganhar asas… tinha pressa de chegar… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uma sms “Já abri a garrafa de vinho tinto, como prometido… Quanto tempo?”, a que respondeu “Quase a chegar… relaxa…” (se bem que talvez ela precisasse relaxar mais do que ele…). E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; o desejo que já lhe queimava…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8931374207538380973?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8931374207538380973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8931374207538380973&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8931374207538380973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8931374207538380973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-wine.html' title='Red Wine…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/ScbT1o5slhI/AAAAAAAAAZM/twjopE6q8jY/s72-c/2574391_thumb%5B22%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-3674874014596740296</id><published>2009-03-14T17:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:15:01.155Z</updated><title type='text'>A Glass of Red Wine…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/1/17470/09_2008/CEE_094.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It all started with a glass of red wine…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; … imaginam o que aconteceu depois?…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-3674874014596740296?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3674874014596740296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=3674874014596740296&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3674874014596740296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3674874014596740296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/glass-of-red-wine.html' title='A Glass of Red Wine…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-927312357467946922</id><published>2009-03-09T00:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:35:41.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Caliente?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Sarah está de volta… em breve irá escrever… porque me apetece escrever algo… caliente!!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://witangella.brasilflog.com.br/1139694684.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos doces!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E até já ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-927312357467946922?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/927312357467946922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=927312357467946922&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/927312357467946922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/927312357467946922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/caliente.html' title='Caliente?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7925621497346583051</id><published>2009-02-23T15:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:40:32.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Mistura de emoções</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E ela sorri… e ela ri… e ela fala… e ela sussurra… E ele brinca e fá-la rir… e ele murmura palavras doces… e ambos riem, suspiram e vivem num mundo de sonho…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A força de um simples abraço… a ternura, o carinho… momentos que parecem durar eternidade…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ela fecha os olhos e deixa-se levar neste devaneio… não quer pensar, não quer reflectir, apenas sentir… e viver!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Um beijo, um simples beijo. Dois corpos que se unem. Duas bocas que se tocam e transmitem um mundo de emoções…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Um misto de desejo e ternura, carinho e tesão… tudo tem o seu espaço naquele abraço… foram breves momentos e, no entanto, ela sentiu como que uma avalanche dentro de si… mas, contra-senso, sentiu também uma enorme paz e tranquilidade…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SaLC_3MYcNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Y0u-pPIcPeM/s1600-h/1961932%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="1961932" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="754" alt="1961932" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SaLDAUhFs4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/PYL5NR6lOvQ/1961932_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="509" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;(pois, a Sarah anda mais calma, menos… ardente… mas é apenas uma fase. As emoções estão lá, fervilham e qualquer dia… Um gesto, um toque, uma carícia, um abraço, um beijo… tudo isso ou nada disso, trará a Sarah de volta…)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7925621497346583051?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7925621497346583051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7925621497346583051&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7925621497346583051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7925621497346583051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/02/mistura-de-emocoes.html' title='Mistura de emoções'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SaLDAUhFs4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/PYL5NR6lOvQ/s72-c/1961932_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-1263003756184509888</id><published>2009-02-19T21:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:37:42.248Z</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SZ3RIFr2j-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/utjwdMtGL_0/s1600-h/239738710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2397387" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="438" alt="2397387" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SZ3RJQ7HxdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/cFor4bHbZRA/2397387_thumb8.jpg?imgmax=800" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;ZERO!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;E agora….? Ai…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-1263003756184509888?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1263003756184509888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=1263003756184509888&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1263003756184509888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1263003756184509888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/02/zero-e-agora.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SZ3RJQ7HxdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/cFor4bHbZRA/s72-c/2397387_thumb8.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7057477917453803961</id><published>2009-02-07T23:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:51:30.938Z</updated><title type='text'>Almost…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;À espera do momento….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SY4d1f0OTLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RYXCPKm_s3w/s1600-h/2505777%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2505777" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="273" alt="2505777" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SY4d3K7Q62I/AAAAAAAAAYE/XNzS0Zh32Cc/2505777_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… em contagem descrescente….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SY4d5Ef_Y_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/wStNUyvPZ5A/s1600-h/1508056%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="1508056" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="328" alt="1508056" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SY4d6RojLWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/CCvKuURwhgY/1508056_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160; 2…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 1…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7057477917453803961?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7057477917453803961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7057477917453803961&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7057477917453803961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7057477917453803961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost.html' title='Almost…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SY4d3K7Q62I/AAAAAAAAAYE/XNzS0Zh32Cc/s72-c/2505777_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7773884557902659090</id><published>2009-02-05T18:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:29:47.096Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje sinto-me…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SYswFXdQkyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/6HFVES9UKsY/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B4%5D%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image002[4]" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="357" alt="clip_image002[4]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SYswGbgwVfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1zP5UTaAIT8/clip_image002%5B4%5D_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;… leoa…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;….felina…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;… femme fatale…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;………………..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Want U here!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7773884557902659090?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7773884557902659090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7773884557902659090&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7773884557902659090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7773884557902659090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoje-sinto-me.html' title='Hoje sinto-me…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SYswGbgwVfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1zP5UTaAIT8/s72-c/clip_image002%5B4%5D_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-278503116215071550</id><published>2009-01-29T11:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:01:16.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adormeço a pensar em ti… acordo a pensar em ti… passo o dia a pensar em ti… és presença constante, quer estejas por perto, quer estejas mais ausente… absorves o meu ser, a minha alma… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toco-te os lábios, toco-te o rosto… desejo… entrego-me sem reservas… dou-te tudo de mim… e recebo com satisfação tudo que me dás… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonho acordada… vou além da realidade… deixo a mente partir para outros mundos, outras realidades, outros tempos… levo-te comigo, quero-te lá comigo…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida é breve… tudo que eu quero agora… é viver!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SYGMeHzUMQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eKsqm3L4u4M/s1600-h/black_lady%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="black_lady" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="336" alt="black_lady" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SYGMfORGNbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2KabiDQ_FEA/black_lady_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna free myself of all the darkness inside…. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GSuHK72wjaE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GSuHK72wjaE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“não sei porquê este embaraço…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Clã – Problema de Expressão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-4149317096587613525?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4149317096587613525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=4149317096587613525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4149317096587613525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4149317096587613525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-para-dizer.html' title='só para dizer…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-5046934585606123000</id><published>2009-01-25T17:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:11:04.145Z</updated><title type='text'>Esta noite sonhei…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentado na cama, a sorrir para mim… a imagem parece desfocada (estou a sonhar, eu sei)… vejo-te o rosto e os ombros… Não posso dizer se estás vestido ou não, não consigo ver…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejo o meu reflexo no espelho… visto apenas uma camisa de noite, branca, flutuante...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXydIanBULI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4ypgMC6KCkk/s1600-h/A%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="A" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="A" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXydJppYaMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hcOpoWZr2lI/A_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estendes-me a mão, chamando-me assim para perto de ti… vou e encaixo-me entre as tuas pernas… as minhas mãos tocam os teus ombros nus… os teus braços enlaçam-me pela cintura… beijo-te primeiro a testa, depois a ponta do nariz… roço os teus lábios, mas beijo-te o pescoço…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abraças-me, agora com força, e apertas-me contra ti… a tua boca procura a minha… sinto os teus lábios nos meus… que se entreabrem… as nossas línguas tocam-se… a tua boca sabe-me a mel…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deitados na cama… as tuas mãos percorrem o meu corpo por cima da camisa… sinto a minha pele arrepiar-se de prazer… tocas-me o peito levemente e eu suspiro… desces e concentras-te um pouco no umbigo… as tuas mãos perdem-se nas minhas coxas… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fecho os olhos e sinto cada vibração do contacto da nossa pele, das tuas mãos, da tua boca… o teu corpo sobre o meu… o teu olhar meigo… a tua boca… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou a sonhar… estou a sonhar… não quero acordar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas acordei…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-5046934585606123000?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5046934585606123000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=5046934585606123000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5046934585606123000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5046934585606123000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/esta-noite-sonhei.html' title='Esta noite sonhei…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXydJppYaMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hcOpoWZr2lI/s72-c/A_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-1195923865592115261</id><published>2009-01-25T01:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:48:36.384Z</updated><title type='text'>My Angel…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Be my guardian angel…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXvE2od7CTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/aR-4XHbDD8g/s1600-h/anjo_sensual004%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="anjo_sensual004" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="420" alt="anjo_sensual004" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXvE422CDUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/eFs2SlgYH4I/anjo_sensual004_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;And make me your sweet angel… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXvE6QxTQII/AAAAAAAAAXE/lf03tt8Y4cA/s1600-h/sensual_angel%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="sensual_angel" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="269" alt="sensual_angel" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXvE7wMvxeI/AAAAAAAAAXI/s_cKcIW_t2o/sensual_angel_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I in Love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-1195923865592115261?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1195923865592115261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=1195923865592115261&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1195923865592115261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1195923865592115261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-angel.html' title='My Angel…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXvE422CDUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/eFs2SlgYH4I/s72-c/anjo_sensual004_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7507357460337585759</id><published>2009-01-20T20:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:05:28.294Z</updated><title type='text'>Dependência…de Chocolate…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sempre ADOREI chocolate…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXYueQ_ezVI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hzhafsYsuck/s1600-h/pic13127%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="pic13127" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="366" alt="pic13127" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXYufF_NAKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/UEm5jBpMq5w/pic13127_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;…vá-se lá saber porquê…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para quem preferir, aqui fica a versão feminina…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXYugtsUDuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/69PJj8e0_Cg/s1600-h/charlotte%20au%20chocolat%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="charlotte au chocolat" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="352" alt="charlotte au chocolat" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXYuhtC3-AI/AAAAAAAAAWo/b5XdAw2bwHA/charlotte%20au%20chocolat_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;CHOCOLATE É BOM E FAZ BEM À SAÚDE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7507357460337585759?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7507357460337585759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7507357460337585759&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7507357460337585759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7507357460337585759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/dependnciade-chocolate.html' title='Dependência…de Chocolate…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXYufF_NAKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/UEm5jBpMq5w/s72-c/pic13127_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8619489149791560419</id><published>2009-01-19T22:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:27:23.926Z</updated><title type='text'>KISS ME!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:20384242-b3c2-488f-90ac-3b7c8f3ae01d" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n4fVd_NfGY8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n4fVd_NfGY8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Cala-te e beija-me!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Beijas?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8619489149791560419?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8619489149791560419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8619489149791560419&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8619489149791560419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8619489149791560419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiss-me.html' title='KISS ME!!!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7348616830135162324</id><published>2009-01-18T18:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:32:45.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Chuva…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chove copiosamente… o nevoeiro não nos deixa ver sequer o outro lado da rua… Já se acendem os candeeiros de rua…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXN1xEsByvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MTDdMA9TzW0/s1600-h/chuva%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="chuva" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="316" alt="chuva" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXN1y8Uc8uI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iTEJRCjzuTI/chuva_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abri as cortinas e deitados na cama, nus, abraçados sob os cobertores, as minhas costas no teu peito, as tuas pernas encaixadas nas minhas, os teus braços cingindo-me ao teu corpo… ficamos assim a apreciar a chuva e a saborear esta tranquilidade que nos envolve…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meio entorpecidos, o carinho que nos une faz-nos ir trocando suaves beijos… beijo-te as mãos e os braços que me envolvem… tu beijas-me a nuca, o pescoço, os ombros… fecho os olhos e o meu corpo é percorrido por ténues arrepios de prazer…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queremos ficar assim, neste torpor, nesta tranquilidade, mas não sabemos se será por muito tempo… irá o desejo tomar conta de nós?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te……………..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7348616830135162324?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7348616830135162324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7348616830135162324&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7348616830135162324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7348616830135162324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/chuva.html' title='Chuva…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXN1y8Uc8uI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iTEJRCjzuTI/s72-c/chuva_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8928419699319040095</id><published>2009-01-16T18:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:40:07.602Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nasmargensdolethes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lobo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; lançou-me um desafio, como já antes tinha aqui comentado. Por falta de tempo, ainda não havia dado resposta ao mesmo, mas cá estou…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regras:      &lt;br /&gt;1. Colocar uma fotografia nossa, individual.       &lt;br /&gt;2. Escolher uma Banda ou Artista       &lt;br /&gt;3. Responder às questões com canções desse Artista       &lt;br /&gt;4. Escolher 4 pessoas para responder ao desafio e avisá-las&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXDUhMIa8MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/HADZhGgOMqU/s1600-h/sarah%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="sarah" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="252" alt="sarah" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXDUhnQv9zI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/J8Sh960u3aw/sarah_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Sem procurar muito e pesquisando no computador, foi a &lt;a href="http://www.anastacia.com/gallery"&gt;Anastacia&lt;/a&gt; a primeira que me apareceu… Não posso dizer que seja a minha cantora preferida, mas aprecio, portanto…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As músicas que escolhi, não foi também por serem as que mais gosto, mas por se encaixarem de alguma forma nas questões que são colocadas… As letras e/ou os títulos, vistos assim de relance, dizem algo da Sarah…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.1. Homem ou Mulher:&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?"&gt;Twisted GIRL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.2. Descreve-te: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=mUy9AVV5BrE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freak of Nature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (LOVE to be different…)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.3. O que é que as pessoas acham de ti: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=CCrMLZFASa4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (sempre em frente, sempre positiva)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.4. Como descreves o teu último relacionamento: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnQIxpNcv3Q"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pieces of a Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.5 Descreve o estado actual do namorado/a ou pretendente: &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=-nzkS7bmAfY"&gt;I Belong to You&lt;/a&gt; (do U wanna belong to me?) ou… &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tS1V0KS6wtM" target="_blank"&gt;You'll Never Be Alone&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.6 Onde querias estar agora.: &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=t3m37zUGwTc"&gt;In Your Eyes&lt;/a&gt; (and in your heart)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.7 O que pensas a respeito do Amor: &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=6_bdF7CRDKM"&gt;Don'tcha Wanna&lt;/a&gt; Fall In love with me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.8 Como é a tua vida: &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=BFpr6GGcrwI"&gt;Don't Stop (doin' it)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.9 O que pedirias se pudesses ter um só desejo: &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=4PsxZGg8muE"&gt;I Can Feel You&lt;/a&gt; (I wanna feel U… always!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.10 Escreve uma frase sábia: &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=dIN5tlN7k44"&gt;I Call It Love&lt;/a&gt; (Call me crazy, if I care…)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Amigos, desculpem, mas lá terá que ser… e como cada um só aceita se quiser… o desafio fica lançado a todos quantos por aqui passarem, mas como é suposto escolher quatro pessoas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.1. &lt;a href="http://adoroatuageleia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Adoro a tua Geleia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.2. &lt;a href="http://laurasexlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.3. &lt;a href="http://shelyak.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Shelyak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.4. &lt;a href="http://red-light-special.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;RedLightSpecial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos doces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8928419699319040095?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8928419699319040095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8928419699319040095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8928419699319040095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8928419699319040095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/desafio_16.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SXDUhnQv9zI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/J8Sh960u3aw/s72-c/sarah_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8414050091165516360</id><published>2009-01-11T13:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:15:28.672Z</updated><title type='text'>A Lenda do Sol e da Lua…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SWnwsPcasOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/DtI8XJo1N54/s1600-h/lua%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="lua" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="300" alt="lua" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SWnw1qCJQ2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/E2xcrkt4FEY/lua_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o Sol e a Lua se encontraram pela primeira vez, apaixonaram-se perdidamente e começaram a viver um grande amor.       &lt;br /&gt;Acontece que o mundo ainda não existia e no dia que Deus resolveu criá-lo, deu-lhes então o toque final ... o brilho!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus decidiu também que o Sol iluminaria o dia e que a Lua iluminaria a noite. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sendo assim, seriam obrigados a viverem separados.       &lt;br /&gt;Abateu-se sobre eles uma grande tristeza quando tomaram conhecimento de que nunca mais se encontrariam. A Lua foi ficando cada vez mais amargurada, mesmo com o brilho que Deus havia lhe dado, e foi se tornando solitária. O Sol, por sua vez, havia ganho um título de nobreza &amp;quot;ASTRO REI&amp;quot;, mas isso também não o fez feliz.        &lt;br /&gt;Deus então chamou-os e explicou-lhes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Vocês não devem ficar tristes, agora ambos já possuem um brilho próprio. Você, Lua, iluminará as noites frias e quentes, encantará os namorados e será diversas vezes motivo de poesias. Quanto a você, Sol, sustentará esse título porque será o mais importante dos astros, iluminará a terra durante o dia, fornecerá calor ao ser humano e a sua simples presença fará as pessoas mais felizes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Lua entristeceu-se muito com seu terrível destino e chorou dias a fio ... Já o Sol, ao vê-la sofrer tanto, decidiu que não poderia deixar-se abater pois teria que lhe dar forças e ajudá-la a aceitar o que havia sido decidido por Deus.       &lt;br /&gt;No entanto sua preocupação era tão grande que resolveu fazer-Lhe um pedido :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Senhor, ajude a Lua por favor, ela é mais frágil do que eu, não suportará a solidão... E Deus em sua imensa bondade criou então as estrelas para lhe fazerem companhia.       &lt;br /&gt;A Lua sempre que está muito triste recorre às estrelas que fazem de tudo para consolá-la, mas quase nunca conseguem. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eles vivem assim … separados. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Sol finge que é feliz, a Lua não consegue esconder que é triste. O Sol ainda aquece de paixão pela Lua e ela ainda vive na escuridão da saudade.       &lt;br /&gt;Dizem que a ordem de Deus era que a Lua deveria ser sempre cheia e luminosa, mas ela não consegue isso... porque ela é mulher, e uma mulher tem fases. Quando feliz consegue ser cheia, mas quando infeliz é minguante e quando minguante nem sequer é possível ver o seu brilho.        &lt;br /&gt;Lua e Sol seguem o seu destino. Ele solitário, mas forte. Ela acompanhada das estrelas, mas fraca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humanos tentam a todo instante conquistar a Lua, como se isso fosse possível. Vez por outra, alguns deles vão até ela e voltam sempre sozinhos. Nenhum deles jamais conseguiu trazê-la até a terra, nenhum deles realmente conseguiu conquistá-la, por mais que achem que sim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acontece que Deus decidiu que nenhum amor nesse mundo seria de todo impossível, nem mesmo o da Lua e do Sol ... e foi aí então que ele criou o eclipse!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje o Sol e a Lua vivem da espera desse instante, desses raros momentos que lhes foram concedidos e que custam tanto a acontecer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando você olhar para o céu a partir de agora e vir que o Sol encobriu a Lua é porque ele deitou-se sobre ela e começaram a amar-se e é ao acto desse amor que se deu o nome de eclipse…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Importante lembrar que o brilho do êxtase deles é tão grande que aconselha-se não olhar para o céu nesse momento, seus olhos podem cegar de ver tanto amor…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SWnw5SpHOQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VDtfXJGc7Qs/s1600-h/sol%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="sol" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="sol" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SWnw7gkf2tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/-pC4VXFrtzM/sol_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8414050091165516360?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8414050091165516360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8414050091165516360&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8414050091165516360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8414050091165516360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/lenda-do-sol-e-da-lua.html' title='A Lenda do Sol e da Lua…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SWnw1qCJQ2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/E2xcrkt4FEY/s72-c/lua_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-5926405803535376779</id><published>2009-01-03T23:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:08:15.681Z</updated><title type='text'>Acordar de manhã…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SWCKgJub3nI/AAAAAAAAAVw/pFrfaPMIvzs/s1600-h/1635158%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="SONY DSC                     " style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="281" alt="SONY DSC                     " src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SWCKjAr6F_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/D0JeCKBR79k/1635158_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… logo nesta tesão… ai…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Como eu te quero!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-5926405803535376779?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5926405803535376779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=5926405803535376779&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5926405803535376779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5926405803535376779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/desafio.html' title='Acordar de manhã…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SWCKjAr6F_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/D0JeCKBR79k/s72-c/1635158_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-819908893569673789</id><published>2009-01-03T20:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:16:26.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Don’t cha…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because Sarah today is feelin’ so dame sexy’n’hot… she’s feelin’ like singin’… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Don’t cha” (Pussycat Dolls)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:6191cff4-bd2b-401b-8e3b-9335bf01982b" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="334" height="279"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2KV8sJL2QII&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2KV8sJL2QII&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="334" height="279"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ooh Baby      &lt;br /&gt;Ladies       &lt;br /&gt;Fellas       &lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?       &lt;br /&gt;Lets dance       &lt;br /&gt;Baby (ooooh)       &lt;br /&gt;I know you like me (I know you like me)       &lt;br /&gt;I know you do (I know you do)       &lt;br /&gt;Thats why whenever I come around       &lt;br /&gt;She's all over you (she's all over you)       &lt;br /&gt;I know you want it (I know you want it)       &lt;br /&gt;It's easy to see (it's easy to see)       &lt;br /&gt;And in the back of your mind       &lt;br /&gt;I know you should be fucking me (babe)       &lt;br /&gt;[refrain:]       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was wrong like me?       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha       &lt;br /&gt;Fight the feeling (fight the feeling)       &lt;br /&gt;Leave it alone (leave it alone)       &lt;br /&gt;Cause if it ain't love       &lt;br /&gt;It just aint enough to leave my happy home (my happy home)       &lt;br /&gt;Let's keep it friendly (let's keep it friendly)       &lt;br /&gt;You have to play fair (you have to play fair)       &lt;br /&gt;See I dont care       &lt;br /&gt;But I know She ain't gonna wanna share       &lt;br /&gt;[refrain:]       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was wrong like me?       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha       &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm on your mind       &lt;br /&gt;I know we'd have a good time       &lt;br /&gt;I'm your friend       &lt;br /&gt;I'm fun       &lt;br /&gt;And I'm fine       &lt;br /&gt;I aint lying       &lt;br /&gt;Look at me shine       &lt;br /&gt;You aint blind (you aint blind)       &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm on your mind       &lt;br /&gt;I know wed have a good time       &lt;br /&gt;I'm your friend       &lt;br /&gt;I'm fun       &lt;br /&gt;And I'm fine       &lt;br /&gt;I aint lying       &lt;br /&gt;Look at me shine       &lt;br /&gt;You aint blind       &lt;br /&gt;I know she loves you (I know she loves you)       &lt;br /&gt;So I understand (I understand)       &lt;br /&gt;I probably be just as crazy about you       &lt;br /&gt;If you where my own man       &lt;br /&gt;Maybe next lifetime (maybe next lifetime)       &lt;br /&gt;Possibly (possibly)       &lt;br /&gt;Until then no friend possibly       &lt;br /&gt;Is a drag for me       &lt;br /&gt;[refrain:]       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha       &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SV_EdF3wBoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8WVYVABgOfw/s1600-h/1635158%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="SONY DSC                     " style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="248" alt="SONY DSC                     " src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SV_EfFn8qnI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-dG2EMm79gs/1635158_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.pt"&gt;www.olhares.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. U know u’re the one to blame, don’t cha?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-819908893569673789?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/819908893569673789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=819908893569673789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/819908893569673789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/819908893569673789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-cha.html' title='Don’t cha…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SV_EfFn8qnI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-dG2EMm79gs/s72-c/1635158_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7076070382840204305</id><published>2008-12-31T20:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:19:38.914Z</updated><title type='text'>3…2…1… 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVvTuDhlHqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/O7Bf9l4SWM8/s1600-h/115%5B6%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img title="115" style="display: inline" height="708" alt="115" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVvT2UEmRdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Wb1wUsxqo5k/115_thumb%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;A todos os meus amigos e amigas, a quem por aqui passa para me ler (o meu obrigada), àquelas pessoas que sabem o quanto são especiais para mim…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;FELIZ 2009, COM TUDO DE BOM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;beijos doces&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;Sarah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7076070382840204305?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7076070382840204305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7076070382840204305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7076070382840204305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7076070382840204305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/321-2009.html' title='3…2…1… 2009'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVvT2UEmRdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Wb1wUsxqo5k/s72-c/115_thumb%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-9162969030317313429</id><published>2008-12-27T12:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:52:55.152Z</updated><title type='text'>Aventura de Natal – 2ª Parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; (continuação)  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo de botas, sobe para a cama e senta-se, por cima dos cobertores, sobre ele… sente-o já duro… e sente-se já molhada (já se sentia assim, no caminho)… Lentamente, ele abre os olhos (lindos…) e sorri para ela, agora directamente. Sobe as mãos para a abraçar, mas ela, debruçando-se sobre ele, prende-lhe os braços à cama e cola a sua boca à dele, sem qualquer resistência…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ele está mais habituado ao escuro do quarto e já se começou a aperceber das novidades que ela lhe traz… Obriga-a a levantar-se na cama e senta-se à frente dela, a aprecia-la… a luz é pouca, mas já ambos se habituaram à penumbra…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVZOmmc8xeI/AAAAAAAAAVA/x1hQk_Le_BQ/s1600-h/OLHARES%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img title="OLHARES" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="252" alt="OLHARES" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVZOoO6o81I/AAAAAAAAAVE/oTDCl8bQcqA/OLHARES_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.pt"&gt;www.olhares.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Aquele sorriso de menino traquina, aquele olhar de quem a quer devorar… e ela de pé, a sentir-se desejada… e a deseja-lo ardentemente…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;As mãos dele percorrem já o corpo dela… ele está já de joelhos na cama, ela está sentada no colo dele… abraça-o com força… beijam-se com desejo… ele beija-lhe o decote… sem lhe tirar nada, beija-lhe os seios que tirou para fora do body… ela arquea o corpo para trás, perdida no mundo do desejo…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Deitada na cama, ele sobre ela, beija-a toda (ainda nao despiu qualquer peça). Ela sente o pau dele, duro, húmido, sob os boxers (não obedeceu à instrução que ela lhe deu pelo caminho)… faz tensões de o agarrar, mas ele não deixa e mergulha na humidade dela, apenas afastando o body… e ela geme de prazer, agarrada à cabeça dele… não controla já o seu corpo e a sua mente… plana num mundo de desejo e tesão… o corpo sente e pede mais… e quase a atingir o climax, ela foge-lhe…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E agora é ele que, deitado de costas na cama, se entrega à boca dela, que o devora… beija-lhe cada milimetro de pele… beija, suga, morde… quer fundir-se no corpo dele… as mãos ajudam, acariciando todo aquele corpo que também vibra de desejo e tesão… estão entregues ao desejo e fome um do outro…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Neste transe, nesta louca tesão, ela não aguenta a prisão que o body causa ao seu corpo que arde e tenta despi-lo… Ele pára e despe-a lentamente… e beija cada pedacinho de pele que vai despindo… ela fecha os olhos e entrega-se… num crescendo de tesão, de quase insanidade…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVZOqm9zTtI/AAAAAAAAAVI/XBlSDSFwWKM/s1600-h/Olhares%20That%20Moment%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Olhares That Moment" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="217" alt="Olhares That Moment" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVZOtD9kmaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TZ3LXi_O3Zg/Olhares%20That%20Moment_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.pt"&gt;www.olhares.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Quero-te… quero sentir-te todo dentro de mim… vem…” e ele, que também já não controla corpo e vontade, encaixa-se nela… é amor que fazem, primeiro devagarinho… mas a loucura já se havia apoderado deles e depressa a lentidão dos movimentos volta a dar lugar à tesão e à vontade de se fundirem um no outro. E ele enterra-se nela e ela empurra-se contra ele e é sexo puro e duro o que agora fazem…e entre gemidos, ela grita e pede mais… e ele, impelido pelo desejo e pelos gemidos dela, fode-a com todas as suas forças, dizendo-lhe palavras loucas e obscenas… Até que chega o orgasmo, primeiro dela, depois dele, quase em simultâneo…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E, exaustos, entregam-se ao torpor causado por tamanha descarga de adrenalina… e ali ficam, na cama dele… abraçados… ela sentidos-se protegida nos braços dele…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Adormeceu primeiro ele… ela seguiu-lhe, adormecendo a pensar “espero que tenhas gostado da prenda de Natal que te ofereci…”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVZO0ZJUeZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ozk-txts6Js/s1600-h/Saudades%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="284" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVZO3cA563I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qx2jkpVjhB8/Saudades_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.pt"&gt;www.olhares.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-9162969030317313429?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/9162969030317313429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=9162969030317313429&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/9162969030317313429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/9162969030317313429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/aventura-de-natal-1-parte.html' title='Aventura de Natal – 2ª Parte'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVZOoO6o81I/AAAAAAAAAVE/oTDCl8bQcqA/s72-c/OLHARES_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7301858380405222965</id><published>2008-12-23T22:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:35:28.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Memories…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:56f061c5-365b-4e92-b3ab-3dd9770db10a" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LE3sc7_gcuk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LE3sc7_gcuk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Deliver me – Sarah Brightman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hoje, a Sarah entregou-se às memórias de um filme recente…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVFnrG_1ObI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QCH1knEYUk4/s1600-h/estacao%5B29%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="estacao" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="285" alt="estacao" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVFnrrrKeKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LY-QEpFWVEc/estacao_thumb%5B27%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; … how can You make me feel this way?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Kissing You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:d11011f2-2a19-4276-aa34-48a2524247eb" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Apr4hx8Jwk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Apr4hx8Jwk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Kissing you&amp;#160; - Des’ree&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7301858380405222965?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7301858380405222965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7301858380405222965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7301858380405222965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7301858380405222965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/memories.html' title='Memories…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SVFnrrrKeKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LY-QEpFWVEc/s72-c/estacao_thumb%5B27%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-5921647898579380188</id><published>2008-12-20T12:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:19:38.377Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas to U All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SUzi1PDbgaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/wEs8io-nUV8/s1600-h/Sarah_Xmas%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Sarah_Xmas" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="507" alt="Sarah_Xmas" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SUzi2DslppI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ynyoN9TMMLU/Sarah_Xmas_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Por falta de tempo (e para não correr o risco de ferir susceptibilidades por me ter esquecido de alguém…), a todos os que me visitam e a todos os meus amigos e ainda a todos que sabem que são (ainda mais) especiais para a Sarah, deixo aqui um enorme BEIJO DOCE e os meus sinceros votos de &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;FELIZ NATAL, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;com tudo o que o Natal deve implicar, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;e um ANO DE 2009 repleto de coisas boas e sonhos realizados&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Beijinhos e obrigada por estarem ai!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;P.S.: A Sarah gostaria de referir que se apercebeu de uma bela prenda de Natal: em dois anos de blog, as visitas ultrapassaram as 10.000 (pode não parecer muito, mas para mim é), já ultrapassei os 100 posts (e sem me aperceber, o post nr 100 é realmente especial…) e, além de alguns leitores já habituais, sinto que fiz já algumas belas amizades… Gosto disto! Obrigada a todos uma vez mais!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;P.S.1: O meu amigo &lt;a href="http://nasmargensdolethes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lobo/Lethes&lt;/a&gt; deixou-me um desafio no cantinho dele… Já lhe disse que vou responder (não sei bem é quando nem como), portanto Amigos e Amigas, preparem-se porque a seguir tenho de lançar o desafio a alguém também…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-5921647898579380188?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5921647898579380188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=5921647898579380188&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5921647898579380188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5921647898579380188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-xmas-to-u-all.html' title='Merry Xmas to U All!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SUzi2DslppI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ynyoN9TMMLU/s72-c/Sarah_Xmas_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-609088873191249490</id><published>2008-12-16T12:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:32:53.944Z</updated><title type='text'>Counting down… Almost there, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ansiosa, espero… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero sentir o toque da tua mão na minha…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero sentir o toque dos teus lábios nos meus…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero memorizar cada traço do teu rosto…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero a tua voz a ecoar dentro de mim…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero as tuas palavras gravadas em mim…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ver e ouvir o teu sorriso…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te… fascinas-me… seduzes-me… prendes-me a ti… e eu gosto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te… és o meu doce… serei eu a tua perdição? Não sei se me sinto anjo ou diabo…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SUef8FowWCI/AAAAAAAAAUk/q3H6oouhW4E/s1600-h/angel%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="angel" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="271" alt="angel" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SUef89kBIFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/96sP_Dedcws/angel_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And counting down… 3…2…1… and……………..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;(foto gentilmente “cedida” por &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;www.olhares.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-609088873191249490?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/609088873191249490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=609088873191249490&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/609088873191249490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/609088873191249490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/counting-down-almost-there-baby.html' title='Counting down… Almost there, baby!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SUef89kBIFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/96sP_Dedcws/s72-c/angel_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-6175953614585447956</id><published>2008-12-11T11:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:43:47.332Z</updated><title type='text'>10 de Dezembro de 2008, A Lição</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ele estava lá, como disse que estaria… ela, a medo, estendeu-lhe a mão… Na cabeça dela, mil pensamentos (e se tivesse que os descrever agora não seria capaz…) Medo, desejo, vontade, receio… Sim… Não… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Vou? Não… Fico? Quero ir… Vou!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E ele estava ali, a um passo dela… A olhar para ela, ansioso (sim, acho que posso dizer que ele estava ansioso)… ela tremia…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E ela foi… e ela queria… e ela desejou… e ele pegou-lhe na mão e segurou-a e puxou-a para si…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mas ela fugiu… mesmo quando ele lhe segurava a mão, mesmo quando o olhar dele lhe dizia “fica mais um&amp;#160; bocadinho”… mesmo quando ela queria ficar…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;O beijo (como ela adora beijos!) quase aconteceu… No último instante, o receio falou mais alto… e ela fugiu… e depois…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; ficou a pensar “E se…?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SUFtb7hALOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3hr5tCS17wo/s1600-h/beijo01%5B1%5D%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="beijo01[1]" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="349" alt="beijo01[1]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SUFtckDOCvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WMxuCDHjLuI/beijo01%5B1%5D_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;(porque entre ele e ela impera a pureza e a inocência própria das crianças…) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Lição aprendida: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;da próxima, prefiro arrepender-me do que fiz do que daquilo que, querendo, nao fiz!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-6175953614585447956?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6175953614585447956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=6175953614585447956&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6175953614585447956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6175953614585447956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-de-dezembro-de-2008-lio.html' title='10 de Dezembro de 2008, A Lição'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SUFtckDOCvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WMxuCDHjLuI/s72-c/beijo01%5B1%5D_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-2844750319901865132</id><published>2008-12-09T00:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:17:04.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Wanna be…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/ST249C822TI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_vYvyZMYDOs/s1600-h/Sarah%27s_rebel_way%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Sarah&amp;#39;s_rebel_way" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="453" alt="Sarah&amp;#39;s_rebel_way" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/ST24_qNc-TI/AAAAAAAAAT4/cMdoAMsGl9w/Sarah%27s_rebel_way_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Wanna be rebel…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Wanna be crazy…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Wanna be free…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Wanna be… ME!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Hoping u still love me… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;even though…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Do u?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-2844750319901865132?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2844750319901865132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=2844750319901865132&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2844750319901865132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2844750319901865132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/wanna-be.html' title='Wanna be…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/ST24_qNc-TI/AAAAAAAAAT4/cMdoAMsGl9w/s72-c/Sarah%27s_rebel_way_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8736276140497336804</id><published>2008-12-08T00:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:52:55.233Z</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque algumas musicas são intemporais…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:9d2e120b-2075-4dc9-b5ed-890e30e91960" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPvQud6_JhU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPvQud6_JhU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazing – Aerosmith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:69f3e926-9bcd-4b89-9907-d9cdd481f47b" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UUG5ZVi7xdA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UUG5ZVi7xdA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Ordinary Love - Sade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8736276140497336804?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8736276140497336804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8736276140497336804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8736276140497336804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8736276140497336804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/porque-algumas-musicas-so-intemporais.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-2225052312228495509</id><published>2008-11-20T18:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:48:35.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:f9771b94-7c56-443f-9d81-5a2c524b0173" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vto_49HEhlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vto_49HEhlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Um beijo docemente louco&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-2225052312228495509?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2225052312228495509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=2225052312228495509&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2225052312228495509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2225052312228495509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-ti.html' title='Para ti…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-1516973692599602911</id><published>2008-11-20T18:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:44:02.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque ele é um lobinho bom…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SSWv7un8IJI/AAAAAAAAAPM/yrdO52Lr_Qk/s1600-h/O_Lobinho_bom%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="O_Lobinho_bom" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="282" alt="O_Lobinho_bom" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SSWv8cmdHNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5Q9IqumwJpQ/O_Lobinho_bom_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Miauuuuu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Onde estás tu, lobinho bom?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sinto-te a falta… sinto-te a ausencia… sinto saudade!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Foi culpa minha? Desculpa, nao foi intencional. Tu sabes, nao sabes?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Beijinhos docinhos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-1516973692599602911?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1516973692599602911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=1516973692599602911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1516973692599602911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1516973692599602911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/11/porque-ele-um-lobinho-bom.html' title='Porque ele é um lobinho bom…'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SSWv8cmdHNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5Q9IqumwJpQ/s72-c/O_Lobinho_bom_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-558609887845787317</id><published>2008-11-18T19:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:58:25.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Tesao... constante!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SSMeJqngLAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1utonWcbagg/s1600-h/gothic21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270089140361243650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SSMeJqngLAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1utonWcbagg/s400/gothic21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa vontade louca de te sentir, de te saber desse lado, vivo a mil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O coração dispara! A tesão é constante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me aconteceu? Que te aconteceu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fome de ti... Vontade de ti... Desejo de ti... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louca... completamente louca!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não partas, fica. Quero-te aqui comigo. Sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-558609887845787317?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/558609887845787317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=558609887845787317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/558609887845787317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/558609887845787317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/11/tesao-constante.html' title='Tesao... constante!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SSMeJqngLAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1utonWcbagg/s72-c/gothic21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-486221492068309502</id><published>2008-11-11T09:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:32:35.867Z</updated><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numa loucura constante, entrego-me a esta aventura… É, talvez, uma forma diferente de viver, de sentir, de ter e dar prazer… Faz-me sorrir, faz-me sentir constantemente acompanhada, faz-me sentir bem, faz-me sentir VIVA! E sei que te faz o mesmo…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinal de sms! Serás tu? Hmmm, sim, és tu! E mais uma sms daquelas de me deixar LOUCA! Respondo… não posso. Estou no trabalho e tenho companhia… mas eu quero responder… Quero provocar-te, como me provocas a mim! Respondo logo que posso! Nao largo o telemóvel um segundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Andas viciada no telemóvel, Sarah!” dizem-me e é verdade… e se soubessem porque ando ainda mais viciada agora que antes…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo uma tesão constante. Acordada e a dormir! Sonho contigo, acordo transpirada e molhada… nao me lembro de me sentir assim… que loucura!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é tão bom… Hmmm…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SRlRMNffV2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ckNswigSLtY/s1600-h/1821277%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="1821277" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="323" alt="1821277" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SRlRM_zQ9KI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qkPMKxlCzEY/1821277_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Beijos doces e malucos, estes só para ti…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Segredo: se eu contasse tudo o que já vivi e fiz por causa destas sms… De fazer corar as pedras da rua rsrs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-486221492068309502?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/486221492068309502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=486221492068309502&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/486221492068309502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/486221492068309502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/11/sms.html' title='SMS'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SRlRM_zQ9KI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qkPMKxlCzEY/s72-c/1821277_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-3411861127935304591</id><published>2008-10-29T12:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:10:41.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Beijos espalhados</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SQhRpLw_3VI/AAAAAAAAAOk/96WugUT7tM8/s1600-h/beijo%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="beijo" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="308" alt="beijo" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SQhRpsB2ihI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9dsNI1KXSMU/beijo_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promete-me beijos, espalhados por mim…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa-me suspensa, na expectativa de quem é…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se mostra, esconde-se por detrás de um rosto infantil…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provoca, insiste, persiste… Cativa-me, chama por mim… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero saber mais, quero ver mais…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos, mais beijos… espalhados por mim, diz ele…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu vou derretendo na expectativa de um beijo… um só beijo…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SQhRqJh7AkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KP0wF4bgeGA/s1600-h/lkiss%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="lkiss" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="268" alt="lkiss" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SQhR8hu-YpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/NVsJVMvI08Q/lkiss_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Não te beijo e tenho ensejo      &lt;br /&gt;Para um beijo te roubar;       &lt;br /&gt;O beijo mata o desejo       &lt;br /&gt;E eu quero-te desejar.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Porque te amo de verdade,       &lt;br /&gt;'stou louco por dar-te um beijo,       &lt;br /&gt;Mas contra a tua vontade       &lt;br /&gt;Não te beijo e tenho ensejo.       &lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que deves ter       &lt;br /&gt;Milhões deles p'ra me dar,       &lt;br /&gt;Teria que enlouquecer       &lt;br /&gt;Para um beijo te roubar.       &lt;br /&gt;E como em teus lábios puros,       &lt;br /&gt;Guardas tudo quanto almejo,       &lt;br /&gt;Doutros desejos futuros       &lt;br /&gt;O beijo mata o desejo.       &lt;br /&gt;Roubando um, mil te daria;       &lt;br /&gt;O que não posso é jurar       &lt;br /&gt;Que não te aborreceria,       &lt;br /&gt;E eu quero-te desejar!”&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;António Aleixo, in &amp;quot;Este Livro que Vos Deixo...&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SQhR9aeSRVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ixh08UEMlYg/s1600-h/800px-French_Kiss%5B21%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="800px-French_Kiss" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="234" alt="800px-French_Kiss" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SQhR9wqgvyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ASQcMJbzZTI/800px-French_Kiss_thumb%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-3411861127935304591?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3411861127935304591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=3411861127935304591&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3411861127935304591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3411861127935304591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/10/beijos-espalhados.html' title='Beijos espalhados'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SQhRpsB2ihI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9dsNI1KXSMU/s72-c/beijo_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-3567506343094098341</id><published>2008-10-19T23:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:39:05.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem tem medo do Lobo Mau?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SPu28rUElYI/AAAAAAAAANs/RJx5WC2osDM/s1600-h/lobo7%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="lobo7" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="323" alt="lobo7" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SPu2-lS3CxI/AAAAAAAAANw/USg1wGdbZ1U/lobo7_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Lobo fascina-me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho medo mesmo é &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da Capuchinho Vermelho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e do que ela é capaz!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De repente senti-me a Capuchinho Vermelho…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SPu3AJVD_GI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IxrllejZvGg/s1600-h/capuchino%2520vermelho%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="capuchino%20vermelho" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="369" alt="capuchino%20vermelho" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SPu3CEldDqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/YMuQo3Vt8Hg/capuchino%2520vermelho_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… “perseguida” por um &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Lobo”, de quem eu, fugindo, não consigo realmente fugir… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E de quem não quero fugir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o medo (da Capuchinho) que me imobiliza…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confuso? O “Lobo” entendeu, não entendeste?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUEM TEM MEDO DO LOBO MAU, LOBO MAU…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele não é mau…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;miiiiiiiiaaaauuuuuuu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;rsrsrsrsrsrs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-3567506343094098341?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3567506343094098341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=3567506343094098341&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3567506343094098341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3567506343094098341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/10/quem-tem-medo-do-lobo-mau.html' title='Quem tem medo do Lobo Mau?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SPu2-lS3CxI/AAAAAAAAANw/USg1wGdbZ1U/s72-c/lobo7_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8893210119937804197</id><published>2008-10-17T18:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:39:28.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ADORO-TE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apaixonei-me… meio sem querer, meio sem intenção…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Entreguei-me mais do que queria ou pensava ser capaz…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Entreguei-te o corpo e a alma, com tamanha intensidade que me assusta… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Assustada, mas feliz, continuo a viver este sonho, um dia de cada vez…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sei que me desejas, sei que adoras todos os momentos que passamos juntos, sei que te entregas um pouco sempre que te toco…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ultrapassamos barreiras, sonhamos e voamos juntos…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E no entanto sei que tudo isto é apenas… temporário… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sei e sinto que lentamente te afastas, te proteges, te escondes… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ainda consigo quebrar-te, ainda consigo &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hqy-em2hPs8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;chegar a ti&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;… mas sinto que não por muito tempo…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Nostalgica… um pouco triste até… mas não te deixarei ver-me assim. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Se tiveres de partir, partirás.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sem que te mostre que o meu coração fica quebrado em pedacinhos…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Enquanto aqui estás, irei aproveitar cada momento, cada bocadinho que me dás…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Apaixonei-me… perdi-me em ti…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;ADORO-TE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8893210119937804197?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8893210119937804197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8893210119937804197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8893210119937804197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8893210119937804197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/10/adoro-te.html' title='ADORO-TE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8327489640371349361</id><published>2008-09-26T14:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:11:25.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por uma noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:97a97a4e-f984-432f-b643-dba956695d1b" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnGnWPfdU3I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnGnWPfdU3I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Esta m&amp;#250;sica faz-me sempre pensar em ti, em n&amp;#243;s...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Por uma noite? Por todas as que forem poss&amp;#237;veis... noites, tardes, manh&amp;#227;s, horas, minutos....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8327489640371349361?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8327489640371349361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8327489640371349361&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8327489640371349361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8327489640371349361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/por-uma-noite.html' title='Por uma noite...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-4712624976982276866</id><published>2008-09-24T10:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:11:35.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Never ending story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ela foi. Ele tamb&amp;#233;m.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Entraram. Olharam-se. Sorriram.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Beijaram-se. Ela despiu-o. Ajoelhou-se e chupou-o como sabe que ele adora. At&amp;#233; sentir aquele l&amp;#237;quido deliciosamente quente na sua boca. Round One.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ele sentou-se. Ela despiu-se para ele. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sentou-se sobre ele e sentiu-o entrar, todo, em si. Soltou um gemido. Ele puxou-a mais ainda para si. A intensidade e ritmo dos movimentos aumentou rapidamente, ela subindo e descendo sobre ele, ele ajudando-a no movimento de vai e vem, segurando-a pelas ancas. Gemidos dele. Gritos de prazer dela. Vieram-se os dois. Round Two.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Banho? Juntos. Ele lava-lhe o corpo. Ela lava a alma. Passeiam as m&amp;#227;os sobre os corpos um do outro, espalhando espuma e car&amp;#237;cias. Ela senta-se na beira da banheira. Ele ajoelha-se e afunda-se no &amp;#237;ntimo dela. As m&amp;#227;os dela, agarradas &amp;#224; cabe&amp;#231;a dele, puxam-lhe os cabelos. Ele lambe-a divinalmente... Chega o orgasmo e mais uma vez ela grita. Round three.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Comem as frutas que trouxeram. Bebem os sumos que levaram. Vestem-se, sorrindo um para o outro. Satisfeitos. Felizes. Saem. Ela na certeza de que acabou... desta vez acabou mesmo. Ele na certeza que voltar&amp;#227;o.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Olham-se, s&amp;#233;ria e longamente. Abra&amp;#231;am-se. Voltam para tr&amp;#225;s. Ele leva-a ao colo at&amp;#233; &amp;#224; cama, onde a deita. Despe-a lentamente, acariciando cada cent&amp;#237;metro de pele desnuda... Ela suspira. Ele despe-se para ela, olhando-a provocadoramente. Deita-se sobre ela, que o recebe. Penetra-a vagarosamente... Ela acaricia o corpo dele, com desejo e ardor... Arquea o corpo, cada vez mais ofegante. As estocadas dele intensificam-se. Um orgasmo, menos ruidoso, mas mais saboreado. Dois... tr&amp;#234;s... At&amp;#233; que ele a acompanha no del&amp;#237;rio do prazer... Round four.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Adormecem, deitados na cama. Ele aconchegado no peito dela. Ela prendendo-o nos seus bra&amp;#231;os. Ele na certeza de ser amado. Ela na certeza de o amar...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This will be a never ending story, she knows it for sure, now...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-4712624976982276866?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4712624976982276866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=4712624976982276866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4712624976982276866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4712624976982276866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-ending-story.html' title='Never ending story'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8343504963153473857</id><published>2008-09-22T10:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:05:44.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SNdf5P_tx4I/AAAAAAAAANk/gzXpy-6igGQ/s1600-h/SUGAR_in_my_Bowl%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="337" alt="SUGAR_in_my_Bowl" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SNdf5xH2JBI/AAAAAAAAANo/ScHGs52zw5Y/SUGAR_in_my_Bowl_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim, tu sabes que &amp;#233; para ti! E n&amp;#227;o, n&amp;#227;o precisas sequer comentar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;Vamos ver se com um pouco de a&amp;#231;ucar...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8343504963153473857?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8343504963153473857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8343504963153473857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8343504963153473857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8343504963153473857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SNdf5xH2JBI/AAAAAAAAANo/ScHGs52zw5Y/s72-c/SUGAR_in_my_Bowl_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-5386136214463146867</id><published>2008-09-19T21:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:20:28.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medo? Receio? D&amp;#250;vidas? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque h&amp;#225; pessoas complicadas, h&amp;#225; sonhos e fantasias que n&amp;#227;o se realizam...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SNQJhaVWrJI/AAAAAAAAANc/dtHlp3d2HZU/s1600-h/Sonho%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="329" alt="Sonho" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SNQJiyWm0WI/AAAAAAAAANg/9nCOByANQIU/Sonho_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;Guilty!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-5386136214463146867?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5386136214463146867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=5386136214463146867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5386136214463146867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5386136214463146867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/medo-receio-d-porque-h-pessoas.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SNQJiyWm0WI/AAAAAAAAANg/9nCOByANQIU/s72-c/Sonho_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8802361657056055601</id><published>2008-09-15T20:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:09:31.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Louca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Possuiste-me como ningu&amp;#233;m antes o havia feito! Entreguei-me a ti, de olhos vendados (sem venda), de m&amp;#227;os amarradas (sem amarras) e com o pensamnto livre e perdido num mundo de emo&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada toque da tua pele, cada beijo dos teus l&amp;#225;bios... cada toque da l&amp;#237;ngua... cada palavra ora terna, ora ordin&amp;#225;ria, sussurradas ao meu ouvido...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um, dois, tr&amp;#234;s... perdi-lhe a conta! Orgasmos, deliciosamente extunuantes... Um mundo novo, uma nova forma de viver a sexualidade... uma entrega total e sem reservas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#201; de loucos! Somos loucos... e no entanto esta loucura faz-nos t&amp;#227;o bem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdida em ti, vivo cada dia sem pensar no seguinte... porque o futuro... esse n&amp;#227;o sei o que nos trar&amp;#225;... Mas porque me hei-de preocupar com o futuro agora? N&amp;#227;o. N&amp;#227;o quero. Quero o presente, quero o agora, o imediato!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#201; de loucos! Somos loucos... e, como tal, n&amp;#227;o medimos consequ&amp;#234;ncias. Agimos apenas, movidos pelo desejo, pelo prazer, pela permente necessidade do outro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanh&amp;#227;? N&amp;#227;o sabemos. Amanh&amp;#227; logo se ver&amp;#225;... N&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; isso que &amp;#233; viver?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em ti, perdi-me... estou louca... vivo louca... deliciosamente louca!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:6cda3d5e-1827-4c7d-9998-4c9de6b50d46" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmfMHaO_KO8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmfMHaO_KO8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8802361657056055601?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8802361657056055601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8802361657056055601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8802361657056055601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8802361657056055601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/louca.html' title='Louca...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-6954659720542845058</id><published>2008-09-02T18:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:55:20.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não te resisto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;&amp;#201; apenas um par de horas, fofa&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;Nem que fossem 5 minutos!&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um par de horas que, eu j&amp;#225; sabia, se transformariam em bem mais do que isso, embora tenha parecido que n&amp;#227;o foram mais do que uns 30 minutos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sol brilhava, o calor era intenso. Apenas uma leve brisa nos refrescava os corpos, que j&amp;#225; ardiam de desejo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iamos apenas ficar ali, a conversar, a trocar uns mimos e uns beijos, a gozar a presen&amp;#231;a do outro... e foi o que fizemos, por algum tempo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SL197gEXJ_I/AAAAAAAAANM/mIir1WSEw24/s1600-h/before%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="253" alt="before" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SL199q2dE6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/8F4D_THfwrI/before_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O calor era tanto... desapertei-te a camisa. Sorriste maliciosamente... Deitada a teu lado, acariciei-te o peito levemente. As roupas atrapalhavam-me, por isso libertei-me da minha blusa. Os meus seios livres e soltos deixaram-te em ponto de ebuli&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o! Deitei-me no teu peito, pele com pele, mas n&amp;#227;o aguentaste muito tempo assim... Deitada de costas, senti as tuas m&amp;#227;os e a tua boca percorrer o meu corpo, que entretanto libertaste das outras duas pe&amp;#231;as que ainda tinha vestidas...&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SL19_OK8OvI/AAAAAAAAANU/-5RHh728cNw/s1600-h/sex%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="280" alt="sex" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SL1-BFi_eKI/AAAAAAAAANY/tagZY3Lf9qA/sex_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&amp;#227;o sei se era calor pelo sol que tanto brilhava e aquecia o ambiente, se era o nosso fogo que me fazia sentir literalmente a ferver! Gotas de suor formavam-se nos nossos corpos nus, colados... As nossas bocas devoravam-se... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E depois... hmmmmm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-6954659720542845058?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6954659720542845058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=6954659720542845058&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6954659720542845058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6954659720542845058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-te-resisto.html' title='Não te resisto...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SL199q2dE6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/8F4D_THfwrI/s72-c/before_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-5626536777013970227</id><published>2008-09-01T23:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:19:22.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois Anos... e continua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0" size="3"&gt;Pois &amp;#233;, s&amp;#243; hoje me apercebi que o meu cantinho j&amp;#225; tem dois anos!! E &amp;#233; incrivel como as coisas mudaram desde que iniciei este blog. As raz&amp;#245;es que me fizeram iniciar, em parte alteraram-se. E no entanto continua a fazer todo o sentido continuar... Por isso, l&amp;#225; ter&amp;#227;o que continuar a levar comigo aqui na blogosfera por mais algum tempo!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SLxqYDWI_8I/AAAAAAAAANE/_FD7vqdZ8T8/s1600-h/mulheres-sexy_%2817%29%5B4%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="331" alt="sensual" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SLxqaOqgPyI/AAAAAAAAANI/MrbVL-EJtjk/mulheres-sexy_%2817%29_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0" size="4"&gt;Beijos Doces&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-5626536777013970227?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5626536777013970227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=5626536777013970227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5626536777013970227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5626536777013970227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/dois-anos-e-continua.html' title='Dois Anos... e continua...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SLxqaOqgPyI/AAAAAAAAANI/MrbVL-EJtjk/s72-c/mulheres-sexy_%2817%29_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7940330405536494475</id><published>2008-08-30T16:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:37:30.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SLlpLGgWbuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/r3iKFgB_-zw/s1600-h/saudade%5B7%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="341" alt="saudade" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SLlpOOMm-PI/AAAAAAAAANA/cIxrj-HbCNQ/saudade_thumb%5B5%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Sarah est&amp;#225; de volta... muito devagarinho... Meio a medo at&amp;#233;... meio confusa ainda, de tanta mudan&amp;#231;a... mas de volta... espero!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beijo doce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7940330405536494475?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7940330405536494475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7940330405536494475&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7940330405536494475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7940330405536494475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/08/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SLlpOOMm-PI/AAAAAAAAANA/cIxrj-HbCNQ/s72-c/saudade_thumb%5B5%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-1473181462288218840</id><published>2008-08-23T22:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:25:03.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:e9331e5e-a383-4c03-a6af-bd3eddec2c60" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpqJ6KkaaEQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpqJ6KkaaEQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Kiss me... &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Anda, vem, beija-me logo! N&amp;#227;o percas tempo! Desejo ardentemente teu beijo, teu abra&amp;#231;o, teu corpo colado ao meu... Beija-me e deixa-me sem f&amp;#244;lego, como s&amp;#243; tu sabes! Vem, n&amp;#227;o demores, pois desespero...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Kiss me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-1473181462288218840?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1473181462288218840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=1473181462288218840&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1473181462288218840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1473181462288218840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/08/kiss-me.html' title='Kiss me...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-3552829145515284200</id><published>2008-07-26T20:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:37:49.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4"&gt;S&amp;#243; me apetece....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SIt9A93_AZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/L1aCgRxA198/s1600-h/bankrupt-celebrity-screaming%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="350" alt="bankrupt-celebrity-screaming" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SIt9DKQvwMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1jA4xFPfc2A/bankrupt-celebrity-screaming_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="3"&gt;Ok, s&amp;#243; preciso mesmo de f&amp;#233;rias, eu sei...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-3552829145515284200?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3552829145515284200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=3552829145515284200&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3552829145515284200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3552829145515284200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/scream.html' title='SCREAM'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SIt9DKQvwMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1jA4xFPfc2A/s72-c/bankrupt-celebrity-screaming_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-3706416531115760371</id><published>2008-07-15T10:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:54:23.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;A Sarah volta breve.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Precisa de tempo...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Para mudan&amp;#231;as!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;E para f&amp;#233;rias, tamb&amp;#233;m.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;At&amp;#233; breve!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Boas f&amp;#233;rias!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Beijo Doce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-3706416531115760371?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3706416531115760371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=3706416531115760371&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3706416531115760371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3706416531115760371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/sarah-volta-breve.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-5518833469999393294</id><published>2008-07-02T23:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:43:45.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On fire (once again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby... wanna make love to you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on, I'm waiting... on fire!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SGwEntfcU-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/jXTMn5B_hVI/s1600-h/VO0P8ZE67WfU%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="385" alt="VO0P8ZE67WfU" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SGwEoE2mcXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ttoBYSSZJRc/VO0P8ZE67WfU_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desamarra-me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liberta-me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Aplaca este fogo que arde incessantemente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-5518833469999393294?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5518833469999393294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=5518833469999393294&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5518833469999393294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5518833469999393294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-fire-once-again.html' title='On fire (once again)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SGwEoE2mcXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ttoBYSSZJRc/s72-c/VO0P8ZE67WfU_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-495683759917293064</id><published>2008-06-29T22:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:47:59.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;Ser&amp;#225; tempo de mudar?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;E se &amp;#233;, porque me &amp;#233; assim t&amp;#227;o dif&amp;#237;cil?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SGgC0JiladI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOVKS9AlrL8/s1600-h/1925198%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="381" alt="1925198" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SGgC2LIQYxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rlQi40_N_2M/1925198_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-495683759917293064?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/495683759917293064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=495683759917293064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/495683759917293064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/495683759917293064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/06/ser-tempo-de-mudar-e-se-porque-me-assim.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SGgC2LIQYxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rlQi40_N_2M/s72-c/1925198_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-9198253358633530131</id><published>2008-06-23T19:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:56:05.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem... esperas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SF_xpR3rUPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/n_6fWab8mmA/s1600-h/Vem11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="315" alt="Vem" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SF_xrlJs-nI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DY_gawf5pzE/Vem_thumb9.jpg?imgmax=800" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero... por ti? N&amp;#227;o sei... por algu&amp;#233;m...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algu&amp;#233;m que me acorde, que me abane, que me fa&amp;#231;a tremer e estremecer, que me fa&amp;#231;a sentir, sorrir, viver...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero... no meio de uma aparente neblina...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aparente, porque consigo ver para l&amp;#225; da neblina, mas tenho medo... Assusta-me o que est&amp;#225; &amp;#224; minha frente... Assusta-me ainda mais o inevit&amp;#225;vel...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem, toca-me devagarinho... arrepia-me a pele... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem... olha-me pela lente da m&amp;#225;quina, v&amp;#234; o meu melhor &amp;#226;ngulo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem... mostra-me o melhor de mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem... mostra-te...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vens?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SF_xuaiFxzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CTNrZOqILqU/s1600-h/VIUVA%2BNEGRA%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="347" alt="VIUVA NEGRA" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SF_xwzf0PSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vUbVGdEhT-k/VIUVA%2BNEGRA_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-9198253358633530131?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/9198253358633530131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=9198253358633530131&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/9198253358633530131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/9198253358633530131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/06/vem-esperas.html' title='Vem... esperas?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SF_xrlJs-nI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DY_gawf5pzE/s72-c/Vem_thumb9.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-2811734613295520222</id><published>2008-06-20T09:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:14:07.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a bad day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:bbd47f4c-8256-41a4-892b-fcc45fad5a06" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PeSStezjj8s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PeSStezjj8s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Had a Bad Day - Daniel Powter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-2811734613295520222?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2811734613295520222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=2811734613295520222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2811734613295520222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2811734613295520222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/06/having-bad-day.html' title='Having a bad day...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-9058837986583104518</id><published>2008-06-13T18:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:52:48.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De mansinho... possuis-me a alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chegas de mansinho, com teu olhar doce e meigo... Tocas-me levemente, mas sinto-te at&amp;#233; &amp;#224; alma...enla&amp;#231;as-me em teus fortes bra&amp;#231;os e colas tua boca &amp;#224; minha... &amp;#201; um beijo simultaneamente suave e forte... Posso sentir o que te vai na alma s&amp;#243; por este beijo: saudade, paix&amp;#227;o, desejo, ternura, carinho, fome...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O beijo multiplica-se em beijos... os bra&amp;#231;os desenla&amp;#231;am e deixam as m&amp;#227;os soltas percorrendo todo meu corpo... a tua lingua numa luta desenfreada com a minha... Sinto-te estremecer de prazer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E neste abra&amp;#231;o amasso, enrolados um no outro, deitas-me no ch&amp;#227;o, ja liberta de roupas, nua, tua... suspiro, gemo, agarro-te! Quero sentir-te mais e mais e mais!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SFKz6Tm5GwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/7rYrqHfjdHE/s1600-h/X5L4sU336581-02%5B30%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="350" alt="X5L4sU336581-02" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SFKz7Z0HfpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E7oc2Uu3UkE/X5L4sU336581-02_thumb%5B28%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exploras meu corpo como se da primeira vez se tratasse... beijas, mordes, sugas cada pedacinho de pele que se te oferece sem receio, sem pudor, sem vergonha... todo o meu corpo vibra sob o teu e neste transe, nesta intensa loucura, possuis-me avidamente!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perco-me num mundo de emo&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es... toda eu vibro... perco o controle, perco o norte... esque&amp;#231;o onde estou, como estou... s&amp;#243; existimos os dois e tudo o resto &amp;#224; nossa volta evaporou-se...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-9058837986583104518?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/9058837986583104518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=9058837986583104518&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/9058837986583104518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/9058837986583104518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-mansinho-possuis-me-alma.html' title='De mansinho... possuis-me a alma'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SFKz7Z0HfpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E7oc2Uu3UkE/s72-c/X5L4sU336581-02_thumb%5B28%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-6314345707815201031</id><published>2008-05-28T22:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:08:23.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Need you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Preciso de ti, dos teus bra&amp;#231;os fortes rodeando meu corpo quente, tua boca humida colada na minha, tuas palavras doces sussuradas ao meu ouvido...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Preciso de ti, mais do que queria, mais do que devia...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Preciso de ti... onde est&amp;#225;s?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:52a8568f-c225-48cd-ad04-ffa3bfdf016d" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TbFyRd1OShY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TbFyRd1OShY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lisa Stansfield - Been Around the World&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Spoken:   &lt;br /&gt;I dont know where my baby is    &lt;br /&gt;But Ill find him, somewhere, somehow    &lt;br /&gt;Ive got to let him know how much I care    &lt;br /&gt;Ill never give up looking for my baby    &lt;br /&gt;Chorus:    &lt;br /&gt;Been around the world and i, i, i    &lt;br /&gt;I cant find my baby    &lt;br /&gt;I dont know when, I dont know why    &lt;br /&gt;Why hes gone away    &lt;br /&gt;And I dont know where he can be, my baby    &lt;br /&gt;But Im gonna find him    &lt;br /&gt;We had a quarrel and I let myself go    &lt;br /&gt;I said so many things, things he didnt know    &lt;br /&gt;And I was oh oh so bad    &lt;br /&gt;And I dont think hes comin back, mm mm    &lt;br /&gt;He gave the reason, the reasons he should go    &lt;br /&gt;And he said so many things he never said before    &lt;br /&gt;And he was oh oh so mad    &lt;br /&gt;And I dont think hes comin, comin back    &lt;br /&gt;I did too much lyin, wasted too much time,    &lt;br /&gt;Now Im here acryin, i, i, i    &lt;br /&gt;Chorus    &lt;br /&gt;So open hearted, he never did me wrong    &lt;br /&gt;I was the one, the weakest one of all    &lt;br /&gt;And now Im oh oh so sad    &lt;br /&gt;And I dont think hes comin back, comin back    &lt;br /&gt;I did too much lyin, wasted too much time,    &lt;br /&gt;Now Im here acryin, i, i, i    &lt;br /&gt;Chorus x 2    &lt;br /&gt;Im gonna find him, my baby    &lt;br /&gt;I did too much lyin, wasted too much time,    &lt;br /&gt;Now Im here acryin, i, i, i    &lt;br /&gt;Chorus    &lt;br /&gt;Ive been around the world, lookin from my baby    &lt;br /&gt;Been around the world, and Im gonna    &lt;br /&gt;Im gonna find him    &lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-6314345707815201031?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6314345707815201031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=6314345707815201031&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6314345707815201031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6314345707815201031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/need-you.html' title='Need you..'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-4030297198566600134</id><published>2008-05-25T20:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:01:55.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e Ela... sonho e realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDnFMu9_wnI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kBUXQwWUN24/s1600-h/Reflexo%5B21%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="508" alt="Reflexo" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDnFO-9_woI/AAAAAAAAAME/o-NcQGZkq7o/Reflexo_thumb%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#404040" size="1"&gt;foto retirada do site &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;www.olhares.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Ela... o meu reflexo... a outra de mim...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Somos duas e uma s&amp;#243;..&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Uma, a minha realidade.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;A outra, o meu sonho.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Numa simbiose quase perfeita, convivemos no dia a dia e aprendemos a viver... ela e eu... a realidade e o sonho...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-4030297198566600134?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4030297198566600134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=4030297198566600134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4030297198566600134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4030297198566600134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-e-ela-sonho-e-realidade.html' title='Eu e Ela... sonho e realidade'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDnFO-9_woI/AAAAAAAAAME/o-NcQGZkq7o/s72-c/Reflexo_thumb%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-4910310372371118594</id><published>2008-05-24T19:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:04:17.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>vou... sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrego-me e deixo-me levar... quero viver isto contigo... &amp;#233;s lindo e embora saiba que mais logo n&amp;#227;o vais estar aqui, mesmo que tenhas vontade, quero aproveitar cada segundo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;Vem, estou &amp;#224; tua espera. Uma vontade imensa de te amar, de entrar em ti, de te sentir... Vens?&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fechas a porta atr&amp;#225;s de mim e beijas-me com desejo, com fome, com tes&amp;#227;o! Encostas-me &amp;#224; porta e afundas-me num beijo profundo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enquanto as tuas h&amp;#225;beis m&amp;#227;os percorrem o meu corpo, libertando-me das roupas que o cobrem... Passas a m&amp;#227;o no interior das minhas coxas e sentes o meu sexo molhado, ansioso por te sentir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto-me em chama... ardo de desejo! E o teu corpo nu deixa-me louca! Quero beijar-te, mas a tu a fome &amp;#233; tanta que me viras de imediato e entras em mim, assim, sem sequer me dar tempo de dizer alguma coisa... solto um longo gemido e pe&amp;#231;o-te ainda mais e mais e mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deitamo-nos na cama, extenuados por uma enorme descarga de adrenalina... acaricio o teu corpo com desejo... quero-te sempre mais e mais e mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;&amp;#201;s insaci&amp;#225;vel! Um dia destes ainda me matas!&amp;quot; e adormeces a meu lado com um sorriso nos l&amp;#225;bios...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDhYfu9_wlI/AAAAAAAAALg/1N_P3AekbaY/s1600-h/inlove1-5d%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="264" alt="inlove1-5d" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDhYn-9_wmI/AAAAAAAAALo/R4K2Ejg_H1c/inlove1-5d_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-4910310372371118594?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4910310372371118594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=4910310372371118594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4910310372371118594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4910310372371118594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/vou-sempre.html' title='vou... sempre!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDhYn-9_wmI/AAAAAAAAALo/R4K2Ejg_H1c/s72-c/inlove1-5d_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-2644131152904012684</id><published>2008-05-24T18:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:28:08.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Once I Loved...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:adc9390d-e68a-470f-b9e4-26231ed79cc4" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYJrdI60BAc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYJrdI60BAc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna love again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-2644131152904012684?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2644131152904012684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=2644131152904012684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2644131152904012684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2644131152904012684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-i-loved.html' title='Once I Loved...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7749973540311727775</id><published>2008-05-22T00:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:51:40.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque a vida nem sempre é perfeita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como um aut&amp;#243;mato, entrega-lhe o corpo&amp;#8230; Deita-se, abre as pernas e deixa-o possuir-lhe o corpo quase inerte&amp;#8230; N&amp;#227;o reage, n&amp;#227;o sente, n&amp;#227;o vibra&amp;#8230; De olhos abertos, fita o infinito e deixa a sua mente vaguear pelo mundo dos sonhos. Sorri quando ele a olha directamente&amp;#8230; Abana a cabe&amp;#231;a, quando ele lhe pergunta se est&amp;#225; a gostar&amp;#8230; Nem sequer tem vontade de falar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&amp;#227;o quer que ele note o seu desinteresse&amp;#8230; Quer que aquilo acabe depressa&amp;#8230; Toca-lhe o corpo que transpira desejo&amp;#8230; Oferece-lhe a boca e ele afoga-a num beijo molhado. N&amp;#227;o deseja aquele beijo, mas corresponde&amp;#8230; Fecha os olhos e deixa-se levar&amp;#8230; Sente-o estremecer... e aumentar a velocidade dos seus movimentos de vai e vem. Sabe que n&amp;#227;o tarda a vir-se. Oferece-lhe o corpo, mas j&amp;#225; n&amp;#227;o a boca&amp;#8230; vira a cara de lado, para que ele n&amp;#227;o a olhe de frente&amp;#8230; morde os l&amp;#225;bios, para n&amp;#227;o soltar um suspiro&amp;#8230; contem uma l&amp;#225;grima que lhe quer rolar pela face&amp;#8230; e eis que termina. Oferece-lhe um ultimo beijo e esquiva-se ao abra&amp;#231;o que ele lhe quer dar&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desculpando-se, foge-lhe. Precisa ficar sozinha. Precisa recolher-se no seu canto e lamber as feridas que estes momentos frequentemente lhe causam na alma. A alma, n&amp;#227;o a possui ele. Essa, ela s&amp;#243; a entrega a quem realmente deseja&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDWkju9_wkI/AAAAAAAAALU/16M3JMZ7naA/s1600-h/tristeza%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="291" alt="tristeza" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDSx3UC39MI/AAAAAAAAALc/K_UGRyPHJks/tristeza_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7749973540311727775?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7749973540311727775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7749973540311727775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7749973540311727775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7749973540311727775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/porque-vida-nem-sempre-perfeita.html' title='Porque a vida nem sempre é perfeita...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDSx3UC39MI/AAAAAAAAALc/K_UGRyPHJks/s72-c/tristeza_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8689491005885609808</id><published>2008-05-19T16:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:20:28.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Presa... voluntariamente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDGatEC39JI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pJ5Ol5LMdbM/s1600-h/presa%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="285" alt="presa" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDGat0C39KI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-zsuGY23YV4/presa_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Calligraphy" color="#c0c0c0" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Calligraphy" color="#c0c0c0" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagens...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Calligraphy" color="#c0c0c0" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonhos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Calligraphy" color="#c0c0c0" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;devaneios...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Calligraphy" color="#c0c0c0" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;concretiza&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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Fecho os olhos e entrego-me &amp;#224;s tuas car&amp;#237;cias. Mimas-me e eu derreto&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A noite envolve-nos, a lua brilha&amp;#8230; a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=paHlDr7kXIo" target="_blank"&gt;m&amp;#250;sica&lt;/a&gt;, suave, toca no r&amp;#225;dio&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto os teus l&amp;#225;bios nos meus, num leve beijo&amp;#8230; a tua respira&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o junto ao meu pesco&amp;#231;o&amp;#8230; os teus bra&amp;#231;os envolvendo-me num apertado abra&amp;#231;o&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libertas-me da camisola que me cobre o corpo e descobres os meus, teus, seios livres, chamando por ti&amp;#8230; Concentras-te neles (eu mantenho-me de olhos fechados), entre beijos, mordidas e chup&amp;#245;es, deixas-me em estado de ebuli&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDB6r0C39FI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FNbz1Tco0vU/s1600-h/1950345%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="380" alt="1950345" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDB6v0C39GI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ajk0rJp0Pyk/1950345_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desces at&amp;#233; ao meu ventre, que acaricias, beijas, mordes, sugas com desejo, enquanto me desapertas os bot&amp;#245;es das cal&amp;#231;as&amp;#8230; Sei que sorris quando te apercebes que tamb&amp;#233;m nada mais tenho por baixo das cal&amp;#231;as&amp;#8230; Sinto a tua l&amp;#237;ngua aproximar-se e&amp;#8230; de olhos bem abertos, puxo-te para cima, fa&amp;#231;o-te rolar e agora sou eu que estou sobre ti!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijo-te ardentemente, sugando-te a l&amp;#237;ngua, num estado de pura excita&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o! Sinto-te igualmente excitado e n&amp;#227;o hesito em continuar a provocar-te.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou-te mordendo o peito ao mesmo tempo que vou desabotoando a camisa&amp;#8230; as tuas m&amp;#227;os prendem-se &amp;#224; minha cabe&amp;#231;a, agarrando-me os cabelos&amp;#8230; a tua respira&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o ofegante deixa-me ainda mais louca! Beijo-te, mordo-te, sugo-te&amp;#8230; desejo-te!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libertamo-nos em simult&amp;#226;neo das cal&amp;#231;as&amp;#8230; e encaixas-me em ti, sem qualquer dificuldade ou atrito. Estou completamente molhada e tu&amp;#8230; tu est&amp;#225;s no m&amp;#225;ximo da excita&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o tamb&amp;#233;m. Deslizas dentro de mim, fazendo-me soltar um gemido, ainda t&amp;#237;mido. Seguras-me pelas ancas, ajudando-me no movimento de subir e descer sobre ti&amp;#8230; arqueio o corpo e solto um sonoro gemido&amp;#8230; puxas-me mais para ti&amp;#8230; aquela loucura de nos querermos fundir um no outro! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aceleramos os movimentos&amp;#8230; sinto-me completamente em transe! J&amp;#225; n&amp;#227;o sou eu e tu, somos um s&amp;#243; em perfeita harmonia&amp;#8230; abra&amp;#231;as-me e penetras-me mais fundo ainda! Sei que est&amp;#225;s prestes a atingir o cl&amp;#237;max e deixo-me ir tamb&amp;#233;m&amp;#8230; o teu prazer intensifica ainda mais o meu&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre gemidos e gritos, vens-te, mas n&amp;#227;o paras. Sabes que estou prestes a atingir tamb&amp;#233;m o orgasmo, por isso, fazes-nos rolar e, depositando o teu corpo sobre o meu, entras em mim com tal intensidade que me fazes explodir num grito de prazer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDB6x0C39HI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6QFjXOap4aI/s1600-h/tTwMc2054596-02%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="343" alt="tTwMc2054596-02" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDB60EC39II/AAAAAAAAAKs/Tdtco8NbgDM/tTwMc2054596-02_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficamos ali deitados, lado a lado, olhando-nos com ternura. Continuas com as car&amp;#237;cias e os mimos, fazendo-me continuar a sonhar&amp;#8230; porque s&amp;#227;o sonhos os momentos que vivo contigo&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-2646712515435216490?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2646712515435216490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=2646712515435216490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2646712515435216490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2646712515435216490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/sexo-amor-e-ternura.html' title='Sexo, amor e ternura'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SDB6v0C39GI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ajk0rJp0Pyk/s72-c/1950345_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-6425998728958503515</id><published>2008-05-10T00:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:25:57.229+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you... Light My Fire?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1e5a1456-4f19-4298-8958-6dcba2e3ae4c" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qd0zuQ_8j_4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qd0zuQ_8j_4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(The Doors - Jim Morrison)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-6425998728958503515?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6425998728958503515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=6425998728958503515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6425998728958503515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6425998728958503515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/would-you-light-my-fire-doors-jim.html' title='Would you... Light My Fire?...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-1452740859265233173</id><published>2008-05-03T15:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:19:22.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida pode ser perfeita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suavemente, tocas-me a alma e o corpo... Derretes-me com o teu sorriso doce... O teu terno olhar... seduz-me... conquista-me... Perco-me, de livre vontade, em ti!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijo-te levemente os l&amp;#225;bios e tu retribuis... beijo-te atr&amp;#225;s da orelha e sinto-te vibrar... vou descendo pelo pesco&amp;#231;o... desabotoando timidamente a camisa, desnudando-te o peito, que se oferece &amp;#224; minha boca... beijo-o avidamente. Fome de ti, do teu corpo, do teu sabor, do teu cheiro... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Est&amp;#225;s visivelmente excitado (tal como eu) e acaricias-me o cabelo, numa entrega total, sem limites, sem pudores, sem receios...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concentro-me um pouco no teu umbigo... sei que te deixa louco... a proximidade com algo que j&amp;#225; pulsa e clama pela minha boca... j&amp;#225; sinto o teu odor, que me deixa sem qualquer duvida quanto ao teu estado... vou beijando e mordendo levemente abaixo do umbigo, mas p&amp;#225;ro antes de l&amp;#225; chegar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liberto-te das cal&amp;#231;as, que te prendem. Toco o teu membro muito levemente e tu reajes... olho-te nos olhos... est&amp;#225;s visivelmente excitado, numa ansia de me sentir, de me possuir... e, no entanto, o teu olhar... que tanto me seduz!... permanece doce e terno. Sinto-te derreter a cada toque meu, a cada palavra minha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concentro-me em ti, no que clama quase desesperadamente por mim... beijo-te, mordo-te, sugo-te...est&amp;#225;s inteiro em mim e sei que est&amp;#225;s quase a atingir o climax... sentir o teu prazer deixa-me louca!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De repente, fazes-me parar, encostas-me &amp;#224; parede e entras, em f&amp;#250;ria, em mim... com desejo, com tes&amp;#227;o, com for&amp;#231;a! Explodes num orgasmo que me faz rapidamente seguir-te e atingir o orgasmo tamb&amp;#233;m! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extenuados, ficamos assim, eu encostada &amp;#224; parede, tu apoiado em mim... Ambos com um sorriso nos l&amp;#225;bios e a satisfa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o estampada nos nossos rostos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SBx1NJGFpzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/te6--vF6kW8/s1600-h/love%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="336" alt="love" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SBx1PpGFp0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/xVVx_2ZolMs/love_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em momentos assim, acredito que a vida pode realmente ser perfeita...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-1452740859265233173?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1452740859265233173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=1452740859265233173&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1452740859265233173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1452740859265233173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/vida-pode-ser-perfeita.html' title='A vida pode ser perfeita...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SBx1PpGFp0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/xVVx_2ZolMs/s72-c/love_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-9110840768966140925</id><published>2008-05-02T11:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:45:05.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Come running right back to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:44fefb4e-c2be-4844-827a-ee734e4923fb" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2d8Q8II63c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2d8Q8II63c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#008080" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As tuas palavras tocam-me e chamam-me... vem buscar-me... espero por ti... no momento certo, saber&amp;#225;s onde me encontrar... esperas por esse momento?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-9110840768966140925?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/9110840768966140925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=9110840768966140925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/9110840768966140925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/9110840768966140925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-come-running-right-back-to-you.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll Come running right back to you...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7744872673353211926</id><published>2008-05-01T22:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:05:36.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SBowc5GFpoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SflzdNmh2dM/s1600-h/quadro_seu_olhar%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="309" alt="quadro_seu_olhar" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SBowh5GFppI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Oh4P4Cu3mJ8/quadro_seu_olhar_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#8080ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se assim queres... olha-me nos olhos e ver&amp;#225;s o mais profundo do meu ser... mostrar-te-ei a minha alma e, se souberes tocar os pontos certos, ver-me-&amp;#225;s como realmente sou... N&amp;#227;o me escondo de ningu&amp;#233;m, mas tamb&amp;#233;m n&amp;#227;o me mostro a qualquer pessoa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SBowkJGFpqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OIHEuBU3-bc/s1600-h/olhar%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="273" alt="olhar" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SBowmpGFprI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SCuzh9TOJWU/olhar_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7744872673353211926?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7744872673353211926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7744872673353211926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7744872673353211926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7744872673353211926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/olhar.html' title='Olhar'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SBowh5GFppI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Oh4P4Cu3mJ8/s72-c/quadro_seu_olhar_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-1463929842672390053</id><published>2008-05-01T21:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:25:49.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seis Coisas sem Importância para a Sarah... O DESAFIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;No passado dia 20 de Abril, algu&amp;#233;m que tem &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17349002485843608465" target="_blank"&gt;blue dreams&lt;/a&gt; deixou-me um desafio que s&amp;#243; agora me digno responder (perdoa-me, mas ainda n&amp;#227;o tinha havido tempo...).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Desafio: enumerar seis coisas que nos s&amp;#227;o completamente indiferentes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Regras:   &lt;br /&gt;1. Colocar o link de quem nos marcou.    &lt;br /&gt;2. Colocar as regras, desta forma, no blog.    &lt;br /&gt;3. Partilhar uma lista de seis coisas sem import&amp;#226;ncia para n&amp;#243;s.    &lt;br /&gt;4. Marcar seis pessoas no final.    &lt;br /&gt;5. Avisar essas pessoas atrav&amp;#233;s de um coment&amp;#225;rio nos respectivos blogs.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Seis coisas sem importancia para a Sarah?   &lt;br /&gt;1 - O que os outros pensam de mim;    &lt;br /&gt;2 - Os mexericos (ou diz-que-me-disse);    &lt;br /&gt;3 - As (falsas) apar&amp;#234;ncias;    &lt;br /&gt;4 - A inveja;    &lt;br /&gt;5 - A ambi&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o desmedida;    &lt;br /&gt;6 - Dinheiro.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Assim de repente &amp;#233; o que me ocorre... se s&amp;#227;o coisas sem importancia, tendemos a n&amp;#227;o pensar nelas, n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233;? rsrs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E a quem deixo tamb&amp;#233;m este desafio? Esta &amp;#233; a parte que menos gosto, mas vamos l&amp;#225; ver...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1 - &lt;a href="http://bobizada.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;US&lt;/a&gt;;    &lt;br /&gt;2 - &lt;a href="http://nasmargensdolethes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lobo&lt;/a&gt;;    &lt;br /&gt;3 - &lt;a href="http://sensualidadesnavidadealguemcomum.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Algu&amp;#233;m Comum&lt;/a&gt;;    &lt;br /&gt;4 - &lt;a href="http://profundidadedosdesejos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ly&lt;/a&gt;;    &lt;br /&gt;5 - &lt;a href="http://sexo-mentiras-e-eu.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Gato&lt;/a&gt;;    &lt;br /&gt;6 - &lt;a href="http://cheiodetesao.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cheio de Tes&amp;#227;o&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;beijos doces a todos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-1463929842672390053?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1463929842672390053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=1463929842672390053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1463929842672390053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1463929842672390053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/seis-coisas-sem-importncia-para-sarah.html' title='Seis Coisas sem Importância para a Sarah... O DESAFIO'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-6044971832280119083</id><published>2008-04-30T12:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:11:27.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Principles of Lust (Find Love)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Outra grande m&amp;#250;sica dos Enigma...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:5c226d81-63bd-4d46-aabd-5cf480d199b9" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyBDSbYx1m4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyBDSbYx1m4&amp;amp;feature=related" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love me as if it would be the last time... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need to feel your arms around me, holding me tight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need to feel you kissin&amp;#8217; my body&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need to feel you near me&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need to feel you inside me&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or else&amp;#8230; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need to get you out of my mind, my heart and soul!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-6044971832280119083?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6044971832280119083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=6044971832280119083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6044971832280119083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6044971832280119083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/04/principles-of-lust-find-love.html' title='The Principles of Lust (Find Love)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-5199506478153630493</id><published>2008-04-30T11:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:27:48.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness - Enigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a927fdc8-72ed-4105-a8c9-e3c4a6ca5221" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqNZ5Y5BgdA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqNZ5Y5BgdA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#201; assim que a Sarah se sente... &amp;quot;SADNESS&amp;quot; all around me... Porqu&amp;#234;? Isso &amp;#233; um verdadeiro &amp;quot;ENIGMA&amp;quot;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-5199506478153630493?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5199506478153630493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=5199506478153630493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5199506478153630493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5199506478153630493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/04/sadness-enigma.html' title='Sadness - Enigma'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-1932925573350594096</id><published>2008-04-17T16:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:04:28.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Demoras?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fode-me, como s&amp;#243; tu sabes! Enterra-te em mim e satisfaz este meu desejo louco de ti! Quero sentir-te rasgar-me as entranhas! Quero que me possuas com todas as tuas for&amp;#231;as! Que me encostes &amp;#224; parede e me fa&amp;#231;as gritar, num misto de dor e prazer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou louca de desejo!!! Estou faminta de ti! Quero sentir-te em mim, de todas as formas poss&amp;#237;veis! Faz-me perder o Norte, leva-me &amp;#224;s estrelas, esgota-me as for&amp;#231;as e a fome...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero as tuas m&amp;#227;os apertando o meu corpo, a tua boca mordendo os meus l&amp;#225;bios, tu dentro de mim, com toda a for&amp;#231;a! Quero que me fodas, quero foder-te! Quero orgasmos m&amp;#250;ltiplos! Quero gritar! Quero... quero... quero...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demoras?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SAdm-CbH8WI/AAAAAAAAAIU/emxmdr23l4Q/s1600-h/IjEN6G256754-02%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="379" alt="IjEN6G256754-02" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SAdm-ybH8XI/AAAAAAAAAIc/74Axjmvk9fs/IjEN6G256754-02_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-1932925573350594096?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1932925573350594096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=1932925573350594096&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1932925573350594096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/1932925573350594096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/04/demoras.html' title='Demoras?!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/sarah.in.black/SAdm-ybH8XI/AAAAAAAAAIc/74Axjmvk9fs/s72-c/IjEN6G256754-02_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-4556595051709937372</id><published>2008-04-04T22:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:53:55.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver o momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/sarah.in.black/R_ajbvv2uxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gncyqzpWK1Q/PFUrtW500237-02%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="413" alt="desejo" src="http://lh3.google.com/sarah.in.black/R_ajcvv2uyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qISUVGma9EQ/PFUrtW500237-02_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amamo-nos com toda a intensidade de quem tem apenas um momento para aproveitar... Esquecemos o mundo l&amp;#225; fora e beijamo-nos avidamente, quase nos sugando mutuamente... As nossas m&amp;#227;os percorrendo o corpo do outro numa &amp;#226;nsia de tudo sentir... Os corpos unidos, afastando-se apenas o estritamente necess&amp;#225;rio para afastar as roupas que teimam em intrometer-se... Pele com pele, ardendo de desejo! L&amp;#237;nguas enroscadas, bra&amp;#231;os que apertam contra si o corpo do outro! Sussuros, gemidos, palavras sem nexo, pedidos, desejos, concess&amp;#245;es... Tu dentro de mim com a f&amp;#250;ria de quem quer entrar, por inteiro, em mim! Eu for&amp;#231;ando o corpo contra o teu, numa vontade louca de te sentir todo em mim! N&amp;#227;o somos dois, mas um s&amp;#243;! O prazer sublime... a lux&amp;#250;ria... o desejo... tes&amp;#227;o! O orgasmo que se anuncia... os teus gemidos, os meus gritos de prazer! O para&amp;#237;so... a lua e as estrelas... Esgotam-se as for&amp;#231;as... Repousas no cadeir&amp;#227;o e eu no teu corpo... Sentada no teu colo, adorme&amp;#231;o por momentos... Desperto e vejo o teu sorriso lindo voltado para mim... Agrade&amp;#231;o o dia que a Vida te colocou no meu caminho... ADORO-TE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-4556595051709937372?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4556595051709937372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=4556595051709937372&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4556595051709937372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4556595051709937372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/04/viver-o-momento.html' title='Viver o momento'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-3890448736276328706</id><published>2008-04-04T09:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:38:14.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Abraço bem Apertadinho!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/sarah.in.black/R_XorPv2uvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XevuHQTe6yw/abrac006%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="220" alt="abrac006" src="http://lh6.google.com/sarah.in.black/R_Xorvv2uwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UPPviU01Rrk/abrac006_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O meu querido amigo blogger&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05472333290426018909"&gt;A.ses.i.oM&lt;/a&gt; deu-me este abra&amp;#231;o com tanta ternura que n&amp;#227;o posso deixar de o anunciar aqui alto e bom som!! Aproveito e recomendo o seu blog: &lt;a href="http://nasmargensdolethes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;O Lobo e a Lua&lt;/a&gt;. Vale a pena passar por l&amp;#225;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A todos os que me l&amp;#234;em, a todos que visito constantemente (e j&amp;#225; come&amp;#231;am a ser muitos e acho que voces sabem quem s&amp;#227;o) deixo aqui tamb&amp;#233;m um abra&amp;#231;o docemente apertadinho!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-3890448736276328706?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3890448736276328706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=3890448736276328706&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3890448736276328706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/3890448736276328706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-abrao-bem-apertadinho.html' title='Um Abraço bem Apertadinho!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-4219596808739782679</id><published>2008-03-29T14:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:11:25.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Suavemente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Suavemente... colas teus lábios aos meus... tua boca entreaberta, permitindo-me tocar tua língua... suavemente...&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente, apertas-me contra o peito e fazes-me sentir protegida e amada...&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente... beijas-me o pescoço, eriçando-me a pele...&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente... desapertas os botões da blusa e ficas a contemplar os meus seios, ainda protegidos pelo sutian...&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente, tocas-lhe com a ponta de dedos, enquanto me olhas nos olhos... Na profundidade do teu olhar, vejo todo o amor que sentes por mim...&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente... beijas-me o peito... os seios, entretanto libertos das amarras... desces pela barriga e páras no umbigo... fecho os olhos e saboreio cada toque, cada beijo, a tua língua húmida, as tuas mãos trémulas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R-5bpPv2uuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mpPyU-S-kaQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183180985310034658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R-5bpPv2uuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mpPyU-S-kaQ/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Suavemente... páras e dizes "Hoje ficamos por aqui... AMO-TE!"&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/33184642-4219596808739782679?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4219596808739782679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=4219596808739782679&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4219596808739782679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/4219596808739782679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/03/suavemente.html' title='Suavemente...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R-5bpPv2uuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mpPyU-S-kaQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-553989500539623493</id><published>2008-03-21T23:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:30:31.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Wild Orchid... Porque hoje a Sarah está... horny!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;Perto ou longe de ti, mantens-me neste permanente estado de fogo... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;Este foi o filme que fui buscar ao fundo do bau hoje. Apetecia-me ver algo... Esta hist&amp;#243;ria sempre me cativou e o erotismo do filme... combina com o meu estado actual!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:bcf9aad7-9263-4ab0-abc8-0d38ab33c27c" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/INowYXTQ42M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/INowYXTQ42M&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:0e1d1df9-039d-4d73-8c2c-e5ceb1abbee7" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lIrZ0rhU9XU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lIrZ0rhU9XU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:fc2db30f-59dc-479d-a2b2-858b42df6db2" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhxngXbclnU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhxngXbclnU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-553989500539623493?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/553989500539623493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=553989500539623493&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/553989500539623493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/553989500539623493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/03/wild-orchid-porque-hoje-sarah-est-horny.html' title='Wild Orchid... Porque hoje a Sarah está... horny!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7706416912656145169</id><published>2008-03-05T22:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:10:40.631Z</updated><title type='text'>Combustão Espontânea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te, vem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/sarah.in.black/R88aU5SjGVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2jp_-HKIqVg/fK1m5Z572373-02%5B8%5D"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/sarah.in.black/R88aU5SjGVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2jp_-HKIqVg/fK1m5Z572373-02%5B8%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="304" alt="fK1m5Z572373-02" src="http://lh6.google.com/sarah.in.black/R88aX5SjGWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h3tpWHw4Qtc/fK1m5Z572373-02_thumb%5B6%5D" width="204" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;possui-me, assim, intensamente!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixas-me louca!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quanto mais nos amamos, mais eu te desejo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cada vez que nos tocamos, parece que o fogo da paix&amp;#227;o triplica!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde vamos parar?! Combust&amp;#227;o espontanea?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De repente lembrei-me daquele filme... como &amp;#233;&amp;#160; mesmo o nome?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;Como &amp;#193;gua para Chocolate&amp;quot;! J&amp;#225; o viste? Recomendo-to!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:358de842-85cc-4789-8536-fde3f34091cf" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0EhVooQ7-0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0EhVooQ7-0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7706416912656145169?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7706416912656145169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7706416912656145169&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7706416912656145169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7706416912656145169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/03/combusto-espontnea.html' title='Combustão Espontânea'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-6114046393896597934</id><published>2008-02-24T23:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:16:10.548Z</updated><title type='text'>Fome de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Ali estava eu a pensar que nem sequer te ia ver, que n&amp;#227;o me ias ligar, que estavas demasiado ocupado... Nem sequer queria pensar com o que estarias tu ocupado...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Estava nervosa, aborrecida, excitada, com fome dos teus l&amp;#225;bios, dos teus bra&amp;#231;os, das tuas m&amp;#227;os, do teu corpo...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Com esse pensamento em mente, fui tomar um banho. N&amp;#227;o resisti - nem tinha porque o fazer - a acariciar e tocar o meu corpo. Fechei os olhos e imaginei-te ali comigo... A respira&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o tornou-se mais ofegante, uma m&amp;#227;o no sexo, outra acariciando os seios, o pesco&amp;#231;o, a boca... a &amp;#225;gua deslizando... Abri os olhos e fiquei insatisfeita... Precisava de ti... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Pareceu-me ouvir o telem&amp;#243;vel. Agarrei a toalha e corri para a cozinha, onde deixei o telem&amp;#243;vel, deixando um rasto de &amp;#224;gua... S&amp;#243; podias ser tu! Tinhas de ser tu! E eras...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&amp;quot;5 minutos&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Nem sequer acabei de tomar banho! Sequei-me e peguei naquela lingeri nova que sei que adoras. Um pouco de perfume. Incenso de chocolate. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=9qFKN68GSDY" target="_blank"&gt;M&amp;#250;sica ambiente&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Quando chegaste, abri-te a porta em lingeri, descal&amp;#231;a, com os cabelos ainda molhados... Ofereceste-me uma rosa e beijaste-me avidamente. Encostaste-me &amp;#224; parede e possuiste-me ali mesmo, no corredor. Podia ver toda a tes&amp;#227;o que sentias no teu olhar, na tua express&amp;#227;o, na tua boca, nos teus movimentos r&amp;#225;pidos e intensos... Podia ver tamb&amp;#233;m toda a minha excita&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o e alegria reflectida no espelho por tr&amp;#225;s de ti...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Enrrosquei-me em ti, as minhas pernas rodeando-te e puxando-te para mim. A necessidade de te sentir dentro de mim; o teu sexo duro e firme, pulsando dentro de mim; os teus movimentos de vai e vem; as minhas costas contra a parede fria; os meus gemidos aumentando de intensidade; os teus gemidos juntando-se aos meus... Viemos-nos juntos, em un&amp;#237;ssono...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Fomos para o sof&amp;#225;. Ofereci-te uma bebida e voltei a enrroscar-me em ti, tanta era a minha fome de ti! Comecei a provocar-te, tocando-te como tu adoras... coloquei-me naquela posi&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o que sei que te deixa louco...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/sarah.in.black/R8H5dQIGqMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1ddhU__F1qs/1612203%5B5%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="238" alt="1612203" src="http://lh6.google.com/sarah.in.black/R8H5egIGqNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3j4BRkgZ2_w/1612203_thumb%5B3%5D" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;E a noite pareceu intermin&amp;#225;vel!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Adoro-te!! Sou louca por ti!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-6114046393896597934?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6114046393896597934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=6114046393896597934&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6114046393896597934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6114046393896597934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/02/fome-de-ti.html' title='Fome de ti...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-6357713892745759332</id><published>2008-02-14T18:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:30:52.927Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz São Valentim!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/sarah.in.black/R7SG6gIGqKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9kOlBucxlhs/se039%5B4%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="390" alt="se039" src="http://lh5.google.com/sarah.in.black/R7SG7gIGqLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5EGTgH8N6uM/se039_thumb%5B2%5D" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="4"&gt;Feliz S&amp;#227;o Valentim!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="4"&gt;Especialmente para ti... sim, tu, que &amp;#233;s o MEU HOMEM!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="4"&gt;Amo-te AMO-TE AMO-TE!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="4"&gt;E adorei adorei adorei!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#800000" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ed6PzIVjo7E"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#0080ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu presente para ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-6357713892745759332?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6357713892745759332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=6357713892745759332&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6357713892745759332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/6357713892745759332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/02/feliz-so-valentim.html' title='Feliz São Valentim!!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-67088409467987411</id><published>2008-02-10T00:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:05:48.122Z</updated><title type='text'>Preferências Sexuais</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Num dos blogs que acompanho assiduamente, de um belo &lt;a href="http://sexo-mentiras-e-eu.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Gato&lt;/a&gt; da net, foi feito um &lt;a href="http://sexo-mentiras-e-eu.blogspot.com/2008/01/teste-rpido-s-nossasvossas-preferncias.html" target="_blank"&gt;teste r&amp;#225;pido &amp;#224;s preferencias sexuais&lt;/a&gt;, o qual deu uns resultados interessantes. Penso que vale a pena dar l&amp;#225; um salto e ver ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Parab&amp;#233;ns pelo teu trabalho, Aqui-h&amp;#225;-Gato. E espero que n&amp;#227;o me leves a mal esta refer&amp;#234;ncia ao teu estudo...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Para os mais curiosos, a Sarah tamb&amp;#233;m votou e revelou as suas preferencias...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://acontece.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/logo11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-67088409467987411?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/67088409467987411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=67088409467987411&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/67088409467987411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/67088409467987411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/02/preferncias-sexuais.html' title='Preferências Sexuais'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-5832228362712739638</id><published>2008-02-09T19:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:11:14.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu... eu... momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro receber as tuas mensagens em que apenas me dizes "10 minutos". É uma espécie de código que aprendi a dominar. Já sei o que pretendes e preparo-me para o momento...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aguardo ansiosa cada mensagem, como aguardo ansiosa cada momento contigo... Amo-te como nunca pensei ser possível... Não sei como o fizeste, mas a ti entreguei-me verdadeiramente de corpo e alma. Exponho-me sem pudor, digo o que penso e sinto sem hesitar, sem medo. Sei que ages comigo precisamente do mesmo modo. Fazes-me sorrir, fazes-me feliz. Ensinaste-me a saborear cada momento, cada segundo... cada beijo, cada toque, cada arrepio, cada sussuro, cada gemido...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partilhamos momentos deliciosos, por vezes quase clandestinos, momentos roubados... Ter-te ali à distância de um toque, nos locais mais improváveis... Amamo-nos loucamente, como se o mundo lá fora não existisse...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mundo, o tempo, a vida pára! E só existimos nós, dois corpos nus, que se amam, que se tocam, que se sentem, que se observam, que se fund&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/sarah.in.black/R634ggIGqII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U4l5KuaFK3s/beijo211%5B5%5D"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="365" alt="beijo211" src="http://lh5.google.com/sarah.in.black/R634hQIGqJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2OOBqqIchS8/beijo211_thumb%5B3%5D" width="278" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;em num só... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando partes, fico à espera do próximo momento. Expectante. Ansiosa. Excitada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te! Quero-te! Sempre, sempre, sempre e mais!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardarei sempre na memória, no coração e no corpo todos os momentos que me proporcionas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vens? Já estou novamente à tua espera!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-5832228362712739638?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5832228362712739638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=5832228362712739638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5832228362712739638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5832228362712739638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/02/tu-eu-momentos.html' title='Tu... eu... momentos...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-5983616195079408070</id><published>2008-02-04T00:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:46:44.791Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R6Zf8zi1uDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uc3PZsUmnjQ/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162919521059977266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R6Zf8zi1uDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uc3PZsUmnjQ/s400/coracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Só me apetece gritar ao mundo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMO-TE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMO-TE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMO-TE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que me fizeste?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;foto  retirada da internet&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/33184642-5983616195079408070?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5983616195079408070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=5983616195079408070&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5983616195079408070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/5983616195079408070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/02/s-me-apetece-gritar-ao-mundo-amo-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R6Zf8zi1uDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uc3PZsUmnjQ/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-7260732682913231295</id><published>2008-02-04T00:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:40:28.535Z</updated><title type='text'>os elementos que me movem....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fotos retiradas da internet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162915123013466098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R6Zb8zi1t_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/atR0CZA4D1k/s400/fogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O fogo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R6ZcRTi1uBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WZI8FVNqQis/s1600-h/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162915475200784402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R6ZcRTi1uBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WZI8FVNqQis/s400/lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;a lua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R6ZcEji1uAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KPLE7mH1z2s/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162915256157452290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R6ZcEji1uAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KPLE7mH1z2s/s400/mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;o mar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162915767258560546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R6ZciTi1uCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/p41WX3G4gsA/s400/brisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vento...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;E tu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Entraste no meu mundo, sem que eu me apercebesse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Devagarinho, foste-te apoderando de mim, do meu ser, do meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Tocaste-me fundo e marcaste-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Quero-te, desejo-te... ardentemente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Amo-te! Incrivelmente, amo-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-7260732682913231295?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7260732682913231295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=7260732682913231295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7260732682913231295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/7260732682913231295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/02/os-elementos-que-me-movem_04.html' title='os elementos que me movem....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R6Zb8zi1t_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/atR0CZA4D1k/s72-c/fogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-2577548705428492846</id><published>2008-01-28T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:44:49.421Z</updated><title type='text'>Necessidade de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R53puDi1t6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/plYCouboLiM/s1600-h/demon_lover_vamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160537725471143842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R53puDi1t6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/plYCouboLiM/s400/demon_lover_vamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;foto retirada da internet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta distância deixa-me louca!&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar contigo sempre, a todo o momento!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua falta constantemente!!&lt;br /&gt;Porque me deixas assim, louca?&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te! Quero-te! Desejo-te!&lt;br /&gt;Encurta esta distância que nos separa...&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra, um gesto, um olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Sou tua, só tua e não consigo libertar-me desta necessidade constante de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Sentir teus lábios nos meus, nossas línguas enrroscadas, tuas mãos percorrendo meu corpo, minhas mãos tocando teu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;Vem, acalma esta fera dentro de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Possui-me avidamente&lt;br /&gt;Toma-me em teus braços e faz-me tua, uma e outra vez, sempre que queiras! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero sentir-te em mim, nossos corpos fundindo-se num só...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ouvir-te gemer baixinho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero gritar de prazer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero sentir teu orgasmo chegar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ver o teu sorriso depois...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquele olhar deliciado e satisfeito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada vez que me tocas, aumentas minha dependencia de ti!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou ficar louca de tanto te desejar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VEM&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/33184642-2577548705428492846?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2577548705428492846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=2577548705428492846&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2577548705428492846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/2577548705428492846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/01/necessidade-de-ti.html' title='Necessidade de ti...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R53puDi1t6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/plYCouboLiM/s72-c/demon_lover_vamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-8224268498468267170</id><published>2008-01-20T17:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:28:03.364Z</updated><title type='text'>"Escritores da Liberdade" - Agradecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;A minha muito querida amiga bichinho fantasminha condecorou-me com mais um prémio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R5N-0wKhJrI/AAAAAAAAADw/XK3SXih-ctU/s1600-h/Premio.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157605443016664754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R5N-0wKhJrI/AAAAAAAAADw/XK3SXih-ctU/s400/Premio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Sarah começa a sentir-se quase uma estrela!! lol&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada amiga! Peço imensa desculpa pela demora na publicação e no agradecimento público...&lt;br /&gt;Já agora, visitem o(s) espaço(s) desta menina, pois vale mesmo a pena:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834906728470289318"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834906728470289318&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Agora, a parte mais dificil.... e ainda por cima desta vez tenho que nomear 10 blogs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://laurasexlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;http://laurasexlife.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bruxinhoskidos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;http://bruxinhoskidos.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://provocame.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;http://provocame.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexo-mentiras-e-eu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;http://sexo-mentiras-e-eu.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://condessadacorte.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;http://condessadacorte.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diaboonocorpoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;http://diaboonocorpoo.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oprazeremeu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;http://oprazeremeu.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brilhoestrelamanha.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;http://brilhoestrelamanha.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teusonhomeu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;http://teusonhomeu.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexosemnexopt.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;http://sexosemnexopt.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;E assim ficam também elencados os principais blogs que a Sarah lê assiduamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;beijos doces a todos, nomeados e não nomeados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;E bem hajam!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33184642-8224268498468267170?l=diariodasarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8224268498468267170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33184642&amp;postID=8224268498468267170&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8224268498468267170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33184642/posts/default/8224268498468267170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasarah.blogspot.com/2008/01/escritores-da-liberdade-agradecimento.html' title='&quot;Escritores da Liberdade&quot; - Agradecimento'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03425214529788063168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/SQYXVENK47I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ltUENFGnpmE/S220/v_u3fQ132827-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHfIgaXqtaI/R5N-0wKhJrI/AAAAAAAAADw/XK3SXih-ctU/s72-c/Premio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33184642.post-6512449894435229452</id><published>2008-01-20T16:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:52:29.992Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu seria... Carrie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#115bb0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/sexo_cidade/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/sexo_cidade/images/resposta_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se fosse uma personagem do Sexo e a Cidade, qual seria?&lt;br /&gt;Você é Carrie: Você até é muito descontraída e divertida, mas no que diz respeito às relações gosta de sentir compromisso e seriedade. Ainda pensa muito no passado e isso impede-a de andar para a frente. 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