<?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-7017401660334151063</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:20:07.402-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousas do Instinto</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-7583934032527750963</id><published>2011-11-17T00:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:44:44.371-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijo eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-QimSID4xg/TsR0ihgdKNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gjhAcwCbxaE/s1600/Rodin+-+O+Beijo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-QimSID4xg/TsR0ihgdKNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gjhAcwCbxaE/s320/Rodin+-+O+Beijo.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quero um beijo sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;Que dure a vida inteira e aplaque o meu desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Ferve-me o sangue. Acalma-o com teu beijo,&lt;br /&gt;Beija-me assim!&lt;br /&gt;O ouvido fecha ao rumor&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo, e beija-me, querida!&lt;br /&gt;Vive só para mim, só para a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Só para o meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fora, repouse em paz&lt;br /&gt;Dormindo em calmo sono a calma natureza,&lt;br /&gt;Ou se debata, das tormentas presa,&lt;br /&gt;Beija inda mais!&lt;br /&gt;E, enquanto o brando calor&lt;br /&gt;Sinto em meu peito de teu seio,&lt;br /&gt;Nossas bocas febris se unam com o mesmo anseio,&lt;br /&gt;Com o mesmo ardente amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz tua boca: "Vem!"&lt;br /&gt;Inda mais! diz a minha, a soluçar... Exclama&lt;br /&gt;Todo o meu corpo que o teu corpo chama:&lt;br /&gt;"Morde também!"&lt;br /&gt;Ai! morde! que doce é a dor&lt;br /&gt;Que me entra as carnes, e as tortura!&lt;br /&gt;Beija mais! morde mais! que eu morra de ventura,&lt;br /&gt;Morto por teu amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um beijo sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;Que dure a vida inteira e aplaque o meu desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Ferve-me o sangue: acalma-o com teu beijo!&lt;br /&gt;Beija-me assim!&lt;br /&gt;O ouvido fecha ao rumor&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo, e beija-me, querida!&lt;br /&gt;Vive só para mim, só para a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Só para o meu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Castro Alves)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-7583934032527750963?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/7583934032527750963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2011/11/beijo-eterno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/7583934032527750963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/7583934032527750963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2011/11/beijo-eterno.html' title='Beijo eterno'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-QimSID4xg/TsR0ihgdKNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gjhAcwCbxaE/s72-c/Rodin+-+O+Beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-4562204077708718734</id><published>2011-11-14T00:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T00:09:11.534-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-krQXxApk9sc/TsB3pWp-cZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J41HGYRjjaM/s320/michael_zichy_sexo-oral2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;meu céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sua boca jorro mel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;porra louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Frederico Barbosa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-4562204077708718734?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/4562204077708718734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2011/11/meu-ceu-sua-boca-jorro-mel-porra-louca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/4562204077708718734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/4562204077708718734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2011/11/meu-ceu-sua-boca-jorro-mel-porra-louca.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-krQXxApk9sc/TsB3pWp-cZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J41HGYRjjaM/s72-c/michael_zichy_sexo-oral2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-4789847250627367141</id><published>2011-11-05T13:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T13:04:48.677-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88ns_lCy1fU/TrVQTCzrYHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fARzqf971oc/s1600/fraterno.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88ns_lCy1fU/TrVQTCzrYHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fARzqf971oc/s320/fraterno.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671527593844367474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: small; "&gt;Eu nunca fui dos que a um sexo o outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: small; "&gt;No amor ou na amizade preferiram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;Por igual a beleza apeteço&lt;br /&gt;Seja onde for, beleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pousa a ave, olhando apenas a quem pousa&lt;br /&gt;Pondo querer pousar antes do ramo;&lt;br /&gt;Corre o rio onde encontra o seu retiro&lt;br /&gt;E não onde é preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim das diferenças me separo&lt;br /&gt;E onde amo, porque o amo ou não amo,&lt;br /&gt;Nem a inocência inata quando se ama&lt;br /&gt;Julgo postergada nisto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não no objecto, no modo está o amor&lt;br /&gt;Logo que a ame, a qualquer cousa amo.&lt;br /&gt;meu amor nela não reside, mas&lt;br /&gt;Em meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os deuses que nos deram este rumo&lt;br /&gt;Também deram a flor pra que a colhêssemos&lt;br /&gt;com melhor amor talvez colhamos&lt;br /&gt;O que pra usar buscamos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;(Fernando Pessoa - Ricardo Reis)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7017401660334151063-4789847250627367141?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/4789847250627367141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2011/11/ode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/4789847250627367141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/4789847250627367141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2011/11/ode.html' title='Ode'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88ns_lCy1fU/TrVQTCzrYHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fARzqf971oc/s72-c/fraterno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-6791532101235690933</id><published>2011-01-25T22:24:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T01:02:19.635-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A cama na varanda, de Regina Navarro Lins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/TT99LKu33oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4wnoqQkavto/s1600/a_cama_na_varanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/TT99LKu33oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4wnoqQkavto/s320/a_cama_na_varanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566305295266209410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Uma boa conversa é estimulante e irresistível; não é só transmitir informações ou compartilhar emoções, tampouco apenas um modo de incutir idéias na cabeça de outras pessoas. Toda conversa é um encontro entre espíritos que possuem lembranças e hábitos diversos. Quando os espíritos se encontram, não se limitam a trocar fatos: eles os transformam, dão-lhes nova forma, tiram deles implicações diferentes, empreendem um novo encadeamento de pensamentos." (A cama na varanda, p. 393)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quem lê &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cama na varanda&lt;/span&gt;, Best Seller, 4ª ed., 2010, da psicanalista e sexóloga carioca, Regina Navarro Lins, sai exatamente de uma conversa na qual é impossível não ter o pensamento  - e talvez o próprio Ser - transformado &lt;/span&gt;pela contemplação de horizontes livres de tabus estabelecidos durante os séculos da história humana. O livro, em suma, é um discurso no qual se nota o  pensamento de  Rougemont, Freud, Foucault, entre outros grandes nomes da pesquisa em torno do comportamento e do relacionamento íntimo dos humanos,  que é de leitura - e releitura constante - obrigatória a todos os que querem conhecer um pouco mais de si e das questões que pairam em torno do amor, do casamento e da sexualidade. Com propriedade da pesquisa bibliográfica e da análise de casos observados em seu cotidiano profissional, a autora traça um panorama histórico, cheio de polêmicas e inquietudes, que marca a intimidade das relações humanas no campo social, afetivo e sexual.&lt;br /&gt;Na primeira parte do livro, intitulada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O princípio&lt;/span&gt;, a psicanalista apresenta as raízes históricas do comportamento sexual da humanidade, de cunho religioso, e sua influência na organização social. Ela ressalta que as mudanças ocorridas nos primórdios das primeiras civilizações geraram a sociedade patriarcal cuja estrutura moral é responsável pelo pensamento e comportamento atuais e que, nos últimos séculos, vêm sendo transformados e contestados em busca de mudanças e quebras de padrão.&lt;br /&gt;Ao tratar do amor, na parte seguinte, o foco gira em torno do Amor Romântico e suas implicações oriundas da ilusão e idealização do par amoroso, que esse tipo de sentimento/comportamento estabelece. Observando as raízes mitológicas e históricas desse constructo social,  chega-se à causa das insatisfações existentes no ser humano e depara-se com o problema que esse tipo de amor apresenta: a impossibilidade de união dos corpos, idealização e busca de resolução das insatisfações íntimas no outro. As reflexões da autora estabelecem que a manutenção ou desconstrução do mito do Amor Romântico influencia na autonomia dos sujeitos envolvidos em uma relação afetiva.&lt;br /&gt;A terceira parte do livro é dedicada ao casamento. Nela, observa-se como essa instituição deixou de ser um contrato visando o controle da economia e propriedade familiar para ser a principal solução do problema da desunião que os indivíduos experimentam, quando envolvidos pelo Amor Romântico. Segundo a pesquisadora, os casamentos regidos por esse mito apresentam alto índice de insatisfação entre as partes envolvidas, pelo fato de ter as expectativas quebradas em relação ao outro. Ela discorre, ainda, sobre a influência do patriarcado nessa instituição e o papel  social e sexual que os indivíduos devem estabelecer.&lt;br /&gt;Na quarta parte do livro, Regina observa os aspectos da repressão sexual, da prostituição e discorre sobre os ainda considerados tabus sociais: homossexualidade, virgindade e orgasmo. Com seu discurso baseado por dados de pesquisas como as de Kinsey e Hite, a autora leva o leitor à reflexão sobre o próprio comportamento e à contestação de conceitos cristalizados no imaginário coletivo, a fim do esclarecimento, quebra de tabus e, sobretudo, auto descoberta.&lt;br /&gt;A parte final, nova à quarta edição, aponta as tendências de um futuro que se anuncia sobre os campos analisados. Embora a maioria das conclusões venha da análise de casos particulares e de amostragem obtidas por internet, representando pequena parte da população geral,  carecendo ainda de estudos mais profundos, merecem destaque as tendências ao poliamor e às práticas sexuais como swing e sexo virtual. Como a autora mesma afirma em outras publicações, não se pode tomar como regra que essas mudanças sejam de caráter geral para a sociedade, ainda limitada pela mentalidade do patriarcado. Mas pode-se dizer que são indícios das mudanças que consolidam o pensamento e comportamento humano, ainda que leve séculos para que aconteçam.&lt;br /&gt;Ler o livro de Regina Navarro permite conhecer a história da humanidade, entender aspectos do pensamento atual  pela análise de sua formação e observar o comportamento, esclarecendo dúvidas e descobrindo mais sobre si mesmo. É um livro fundamental para a educação voltada à afetividade e aos valores que regem as relações humanas, não só na esfera íntima. Essa leitura é uma conversa agradável que deve sempre acontecer e reacontecer a fim de que a reflexão se mantenha viva para a mudança do pensamneto e das ações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiba mais e acompanhe o trabalho de Regina Navarro em: http://camanarede.terra.com.br/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7017401660334151063-6791532101235690933?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6791532101235690933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/cama-na-varanda-de-regina-navarro-lins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/6791532101235690933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/6791532101235690933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/cama-na-varanda-de-regina-navarro-lins.html' title='A cama na varanda, de Regina Navarro Lins'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/TT99LKu33oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4wnoqQkavto/s72-c/a_cama_na_varanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-3875686672391267145</id><published>2010-08-18T22:43:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:54:49.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O erotismo e a pornografia na literatura: aspectos discursivos na representação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olá meus caros letrados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa conversa vai girar em torno da representação literária do sexo.  Talvez, seja melhor dizer, em torno da representação do sexo feita por várias linguagens artísticas, além da literatura, quais sejam: a pintura, a escultura, o cinema, a fotografia, entre outras.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de tudo, não é necessário imprimir os textos aqui indicados. Apenas preciso que vocês cheguem ao nosso encontro com essa bagagem na cuca! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Assim, temos que começar do começo do princípio: da mitologia! Peço que vocês conheçam, ou relembrem, o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surgimento do Amor &lt;/span&gt;e o mito de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eros e Psiquê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Para isto, basta copiar os endereços, colar na barra do navegador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro texto pertence a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Banquete,&lt;/span&gt; de Platão, e pode ser lido aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://migre.me/16MIu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O segundo, é encontrado neste endereço:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://migre.me/16MLp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta foi a versão mais interessante e confiável que encontrei da narrativa. Existem outras em livros e sites, mas passam por mudanças na linguagem. As versões arcaicas, por exemplo, não são interessantes para o estudo. Só pra constar, o mito chega até nós por intermédio de Lucius Apuleius, na obra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Metamorfose, &lt;/span&gt;mais conhecida como &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O asno de ouro&lt;/span&gt;. Outros escritores e filósofos, igualmente, se dedicaram ao tema, mas os citados sobressaem pela densidade da reflexão em torno de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de conhecerem o mito &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eros e Psiquê&lt;/span&gt;, ou relebrarem, preciso que vejam o seguinte vídeo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://migre.me/16MPJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma pequena narrativa do mito, feita com uso de linguagem verbal e iconográfica. Observem bem as imagens e reparem que a maioria representa uma passagem da narrativa lida no blog do André Coelho. Visto o videozinho, peço que vejam este outro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://migre.me/16MZ3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trata-se do poema &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eros e Psiquê&lt;/span&gt;, de Fernando Pessoa, em uma montagem bastante interessante.  Observem bem as imagens, sempre! Apesar de ter legenda, coloquei, abaixo, a íntegra do poema para quem, por interesse, quiser ter. Há também uma versão com a voz da Maria Bethânia. Vale a pena ouvir só para o deleite da alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eros e Psiquê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTA A LENDA que dormira&lt;br /&gt;Uma princesa encantada&lt;br /&gt;A quem só despertaria&lt;br /&gt;Um Infante, que viria&lt;br /&gt;Do além do muro da estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela tinha que, tentado,&lt;br /&gt;Vencer o mal e o bem,&lt;br /&gt;Antes que, já libertado,&lt;br /&gt;Deixasse o caminho errado&lt;br /&gt;Por o que à Princesa vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Princesa Adormecida,&lt;br /&gt;Se espera, dormindo espera,&lt;br /&gt;Sonha em morte a sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;E orna-lhe a fronte esquecida,&lt;br /&gt;Verde, uma grinalda de hera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longe o Infante, esforçado,&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber que intuito tem,&lt;br /&gt;Rompe o caminho fadado.&lt;br /&gt;E dela é ignorado.&lt;br /&gt;Ela para ele é ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas cada um cumpre o Destino -&lt;br /&gt;Ela dormindo encantada,&lt;br /&gt;Ele buscando-a sem tino&lt;br /&gt;Pelo processo divino&lt;br /&gt;Que faz existir a estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, se bem que seja obscuro&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pela estrada fora,&lt;br /&gt;E falso, ele vem seguro,&lt;br /&gt;E, vencendo estrada e muro,&lt;br /&gt;Chega onde em sono ela mora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, inda tonto do que houvera,&lt;br /&gt;À cabeça, em maresia,&lt;br /&gt;Ergue com a mão, e encontra hera,&lt;br /&gt;E vê que ele mesmo era&lt;br /&gt;A Princesa que dormia.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PESSOA, F.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obra poética&lt;/span&gt;: volume único. 3ªed. Rio de Janeiro: Nova Aguilar, 2008.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso, meus caros! Com essas leituras prévias podemos dar prosseguimento às outras, tendo em vista que todas estão ligadas, por um motivo ou outro, como irão perceber.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer dúvida, entrem em contato pelos comentários ou pelo Twitter: @marciobergamini.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitem para dar uma navegada pelo blog. Há textos de cunho erótico e pornográfico. Assim vocês já vão se familiarizando com essa literatura. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quarta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-3875686672391267145?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/3875686672391267145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2010/08/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/3875686672391267145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/3875686672391267145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2010/08/httpwww.html' title='O erotismo e a pornografia na literatura: aspectos discursivos na representação'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-922315208943715958</id><published>2010-06-09T12:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T12:38:15.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em face dos últimos acontecimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/TA-1QpXixbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/H9o7WaTipRk/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/TA-1QpXixbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/H9o7WaTipRk/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480798569120318898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" style="font-weight: normal;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Charter,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh! sejamos pornográficos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Charter,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(docemente pornográficos).&lt;br /&gt;Por que seremos mais castos&lt;br /&gt;que o nosso avô português?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Charter,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh! sejamos navegantes,&lt;br /&gt;bandeirantes e guerreiros&lt;br /&gt;sejamos tudo que quiserem,&lt;br /&gt;sobretudo pornográficos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Charter,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A tarde pode ser triste&lt;br /&gt;e as mulheres podem doer&lt;br /&gt;como dói um soco no olho&lt;br /&gt;(pornográficos, pornográficos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Charter,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Teus amigos estão sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;de tua última resolução.&lt;br /&gt;Pensavam que o suicídio&lt;br /&gt;fosse a última resolução.&lt;br /&gt;Não compreendem, coitados,&lt;br /&gt;que o melhor é ser pornográfico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Charter,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Propõe isso ao teu vizinho,&lt;br /&gt;ao condutor do teu bonde,&lt;br /&gt;a todas as criaturas&lt;br /&gt;que são inúteis e existem,&lt;br /&gt;propõe ao homem de óculos&lt;br /&gt;e à mulher da trouxa de roupa.&lt;br /&gt;Dize a todos: Meus irmãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Charter,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;não quereis ser pornográficos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bitstream Charter,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 4.97cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-922315208943715958?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/922315208943715958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2010/06/em-face-dos-ultimos-acontecimentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/922315208943715958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/922315208943715958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2010/06/em-face-dos-ultimos-acontecimentos.html' title='Em face dos últimos acontecimentos'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/TA-1QpXixbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/H9o7WaTipRk/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-1832680036123329562</id><published>2010-03-27T09:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:54:39.672-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S6-8kht_SyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HeV-o6Oq0nc/s1600/sexo+oral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453785009481534242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S6-8kht_SyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HeV-o6Oq0nc/s320/sexo+oral.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 243px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A linguística sócio interativa estabelece: a linguada é uma forma de interação social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Márcio Bergamini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-1832680036123329562?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/1832680036123329562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2010/03/linguistica-socio-interativa-estabelece.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/1832680036123329562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/1832680036123329562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2010/03/linguistica-socio-interativa-estabelece.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S6-8kht_SyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HeV-o6Oq0nc/s72-c/sexo+oral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-8408204271429593043</id><published>2010-01-11T16:40:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:41:35.629-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S0twsqNTX6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OUO2s4cFNGU/s1600-h/anasex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S0twsqNTX6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OUO2s4cFNGU/s320/anasex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425554088644534178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mata virgem vejo o brilho do teu grelo&lt;br /&gt;banhado em fogo de desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Beijo-o.&lt;br /&gt;Boto a pica ali no meio&lt;br /&gt;mas insiste em pura ser:&lt;br /&gt;Luxúria.&lt;br /&gt;No teu cu, desfaleço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Márcio Bergamini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-8408204271429593043?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/8408204271429593043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/na-mata-virgem-vejo-o-brilho-do-teu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/8408204271429593043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/8408204271429593043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/na-mata-virgem-vejo-o-brilho-do-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S0twsqNTX6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OUO2s4cFNGU/s72-c/anasex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-7397137547805291421</id><published>2009-12-29T17:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:02:42.032-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/Szpc0SR1-DI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y6-SIj01juo/s1600-h/1355773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/Szpc0SR1-DI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y6-SIj01juo/s320/1355773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420747154823444530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia&lt;br /&gt;meu rosto com teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;meu sexo com teu sexo&lt;br /&gt;Ondula&lt;br /&gt;meu mar, me salga,&lt;br /&gt;me trespassa, reinaugura&lt;br /&gt;a aurora entre meus seios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venta em meus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;chove no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Semeia e colhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acolhe&lt;br /&gt;minhas mãos, meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;faz-me ser tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu desejo o teu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só me encontro quando me procuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Luíza Mendes Furia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-7397137547805291421?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/7397137547805291421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/7397137547805291421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/7397137547805291421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/Szpc0SR1-DI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y6-SIj01juo/s72-c/1355773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-1673483399052705001</id><published>2009-12-29T17:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:35:52.567-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzpZ58FUJrI/AAAAAAAAAII/OacwRJI90LU/s1600-h/2066974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzpZ58FUJrI/AAAAAAAAAII/OacwRJI90LU/s320/2066974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420743953409648306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim: complexa e bonita como as travestis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Caetano Veloso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-1673483399052705001?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/1673483399052705001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/vida-e-assim-complexa-e-bonita-como-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/1673483399052705001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/1673483399052705001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/vida-e-assim-complexa-e-bonita-como-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzpZ58FUJrI/AAAAAAAAAII/OacwRJI90LU/s72-c/2066974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-168830493145884715</id><published>2009-12-29T17:14:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:17:09.555-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta por cima 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzpVmbn-fcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/a6d6MR8ED80/s1600-h/2716588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzpVmbn-fcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/a6d6MR8ED80/s320/2716588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420739220232633794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preterido&lt;br /&gt;o namorado&lt;br /&gt;ia dar uma tiro no ouvido&lt;br /&gt;mas&lt;br /&gt;descolou outro&lt;br /&gt;namorado&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;continuou&lt;br /&gt;gato&lt;br /&gt;feliz&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;invertido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amador Ribeiro Neto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-168830493145884715?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/168830493145884715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/volta-por-cima-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/168830493145884715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/168830493145884715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/volta-por-cima-1.html' title='Volta por cima 1'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzpVmbn-fcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/a6d6MR8ED80/s72-c/2716588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-3144918353853991087</id><published>2009-12-29T17:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:03:00.388-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzpSCwOc5nI/AAAAAAAAAHw/C2sWFLSKoH4/s1600-h/2152449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzpSCwOc5nI/AAAAAAAAAHw/C2sWFLSKoH4/s320/2152449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420735308752545394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O texto é o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;repetição&lt;br /&gt;um beijo pousa&lt;br /&gt;uma saudade decola&lt;br /&gt;o amor sugere&lt;br /&gt;a incerteza se instala&lt;br /&gt;indiferente&lt;br /&gt;o vento passa&lt;br /&gt;o olhar procura&lt;br /&gt;na fresta da roupa&lt;br /&gt;a pele oculta da mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Almandrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-3144918353853991087?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/3144918353853991087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-texto-e-o-mesmo-repeticao-um-beijo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/3144918353853991087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/3144918353853991087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-texto-e-o-mesmo-repeticao-um-beijo.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzpSCwOc5nI/AAAAAAAAAHw/C2sWFLSKoH4/s72-c/2152449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-3506051075966431311</id><published>2009-12-29T16:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:55:23.465-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Na aurora da minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzpQR_0MYdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7kr7wiPkHDw/s1600-h/masturbation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzpQR_0MYdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7kr7wiPkHDw/s320/masturbation.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420733371612160466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na cobertura&lt;br /&gt;loura nua&lt;br /&gt;pactua&lt;br /&gt;com a lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela greta&lt;br /&gt;qual retreta&lt;br /&gt;feroz&lt;br /&gt;punheta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Sebastião Nunes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-3506051075966431311?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/3506051075966431311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/na-aurora-da-minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/3506051075966431311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/3506051075966431311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/na-aurora-da-minha-vida.html' title='Na aurora da minha vida'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzpQR_0MYdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7kr7wiPkHDw/s72-c/masturbation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-856570261672310386</id><published>2009-12-28T17:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:57:39.871-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto de todas as putas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzkMZaLwrNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c89v4Ld0QSU/s1600-h/1589431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzkMZaLwrNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c89v4Ld0QSU/s320/1589431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420377257182014674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não lamentes, oh Nise, o teu estado;&lt;br /&gt;Puta tem sido muita gente boa;&lt;br /&gt;Putíssimas fidalgas tem Lisboa,&lt;br /&gt;Milhões de vezes putas têm reinado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dido foi puta, e puta d'um soldado;&lt;br /&gt;Cleópatra por puta alcança a c'roa;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, Lucrécia, com toda a tua proa,&lt;br /&gt;O teu cono não passa por honrado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa da Rússia imperatriz famosa,&lt;br /&gt;Que inda há pouco morreu (diz a Gazeta)&lt;br /&gt;Entre mil porras expirou vaidosa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas no mundo dão sua greta:&lt;br /&gt;Não fiques pois, oh Nise, duvidosa&lt;br /&gt;Que isso de virgo e honra é tudo peta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Manuel Maria Barbosa du Bocage) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-856570261672310386?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/856570261672310386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/soneto-de-todas-as-putas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/856570261672310386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/856570261672310386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/soneto-de-todas-as-putas.html' title='Soneto de todas as putas'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzkMZaLwrNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c89v4Ld0QSU/s72-c/1589431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-6178856294965822419</id><published>2009-12-24T01:02:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:14:14.084-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzLaocfiG9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/y3o2QLSJQmo/s1600-h/lesbica10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzLaocfiG9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/y3o2QLSJQmo/s320/lesbica10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418633690058202066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chafurdo e revolvo sua pele. Língua serpeante devora teu corpo. Corpete entrelaçado no tapete, movimentos febris balançam a rede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desembaraço teus cabelos, eles caem como espirais negras e descansam no teu colo. Misturo nossos lábios e confundo a saliva, teus mamilos vêm beijar os meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tateio teu dorso com mãos cegas, tatuo minha boca em tua nuca. Nesse estranho bailar de nossas vulvas, perdem-se os anéis, ficam os dedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prurigioso ardil de ancas para deflorar o ânus com pau de faz-de-conta. Feminil motriz que faz de ti minha senhorinha e faz de mim tua meretriz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descansa, descansa agora minha fada-madrinha, porque depois da grande janela tem o prado, depois do prado tem as estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Veronika Kozlowski)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-6178856294965822419?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6178856294965822419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/6178856294965822419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/6178856294965822419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/lady.html' title='Lady'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzLaocfiG9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/y3o2QLSJQmo/s72-c/lesbica10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-8523606027069106441</id><published>2009-12-24T00:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:53:37.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Epigrama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzLXKZ0i0SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BmfSjDUAz48/s1600-h/8074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzLXKZ0i0SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BmfSjDUAz48/s320/8074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418629875410063650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar, foder: uma união&lt;br /&gt;De prazeres que não separo.&lt;br /&gt;A volúpia e os desejos são&lt;br /&gt;O que a alma possui de mais raro.&lt;br /&gt;Caralho, cona e corações&lt;br /&gt;Juntam-se em doces efusões&lt;br /&gt;Que os crentes censuram, os loucos.&lt;br /&gt;Reflete nisso, oh minha amada:&lt;br /&gt;Amar sem foder é bem pouco&lt;br /&gt;Foder sem amar não é nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(La Fontaine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-8523606027069106441?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/8523606027069106441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/epigrama.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/8523606027069106441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/8523606027069106441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/epigrama.html' title='Epigrama'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzLXKZ0i0SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BmfSjDUAz48/s72-c/8074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-6886306042965081069</id><published>2009-12-23T22:12:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:18:04.227-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Marco Argentário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzKybOoLpoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Mk60gBYwmX0/s1600-h/3010825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzKybOoLpoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Mk60gBYwmX0/s320/3010825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418589482532972162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teta com teta, apoiando meu peito sobre o dela,&lt;br /&gt;uni meus lábios aos doces lábios de Antígona&lt;br /&gt;e a carne possuiu a carne. Do resto nada digo:&lt;br /&gt;dele somentea lâmpada foi testemunha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Da antologia grega, Livro V, epigrama 128)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-6886306042965081069?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6886306042965081069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/marco-argentario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/6886306042965081069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/6886306042965081069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/marco-argentario.html' title='Marco Argentário'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzKybOoLpoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Mk60gBYwmX0/s72-c/3010825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-1804564550868108668</id><published>2009-12-23T16:03:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:09:37.735-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzJcZE1pFbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NsWpuNs83lM/s1600-h/3124731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzJcZE1pFbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NsWpuNs83lM/s320/3124731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418494887545345458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que mais me atrai na mulher&lt;br /&gt;é essa sua capacidade de poetizar a vida&lt;br /&gt;com suas pernas abertas&lt;br /&gt;a atrair meu pênis para suas funduras oceânicas&lt;br /&gt;onde os poemas em ovulação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Carlos Pessoa Rosa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-1804564550868108668?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/1804564550868108668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/atracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/1804564550868108668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/1804564550868108668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/atracao.html' title='Atração'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzJcZE1pFbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NsWpuNs83lM/s72-c/3124731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017401660334151063.post-6221447351902843920</id><published>2009-12-23T14:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:53:41.565-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgasmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzJIFjw2DhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/v7vWuS0LAeQ/s1600-h/458440972_a63b56fe7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzJIFjw2DhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/v7vWuS0LAeQ/s320/458440972_a63b56fe7c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418472562016783890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ar quente&lt;br /&gt;pós- coito no ouvido&lt;br /&gt;o pinto mole&lt;br /&gt;na umidade do intróito vaginal&lt;br /&gt;os corpos&lt;br /&gt;rejuntados pelo suor&lt;br /&gt;e a poética...&lt;br /&gt;um sutil orgasmo sussurrante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Carlos Pessoa Rosa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017401660334151063-6221447351902843920?l=cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6221447351902843920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/orgasmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/6221447351902843920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017401660334151063/posts/default/6221447351902843920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cousasdoinstinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/orgasmo.html' title='Orgasmo'/><author><name>Márcio Bergamini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331387052384464031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/S8FCifEnqDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9A8wkN5fZpY/S220/DSC06021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bo2PRzTWpUg/SzJIFjw2DhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/v7vWuS0LAeQ/s72-c/458440972_a63b56fe7c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
