<?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-4011116</id><updated>2011-07-14T20:32:26.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ToRtUrAdOrAs</title><subtitle type='html'>"Nosso amor é nosso ego" (Anaïs Nin)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>378</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-113823719146233969</id><published>2006-01-25T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:43:03.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sessão Nostalgia no ToRtUrAdOrAs!!!!Acabo de conhecer mais duas categorias de homens....o Homem DVD: Vc pensa que adquiriu um novinho, imagem duas vezes mais acurada, sons tão cristalinos que vc pode ouvir uma agulha cair no chão, mais emoção em sua casa, Suspense, Terror, Ação!... e ele vem.. Deita, Vira e Dorme... aiaiaiEm compensação, ainda existe o bom e velhoHomem VHS: A imagem pode não ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/113823719146233969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=113823719146233969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113823719146233969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113823719146233969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2006/01/sesso-nostalgia-no-torturadoras-acabo.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-113617401271908173</id><published>2006-01-01T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:53:42.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Am A: Chaotic Good Elf Bard RangerAlignment:Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.Race:Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/113617401271908173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=113617401271908173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113617401271908173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113617401271908173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-chaotic-good-elf-bard-ranger.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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fumaçaEntre amigos mortos e vazioGaroa de pensamentosCanalhicesClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga21/12/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/113521585543600344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=113521585543600344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113521585543600344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113521585543600344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/12/constantine-nvoa-e-fumaa-entre-santos.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-113323289850766134</id><published>2005-11-28T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:54:58.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Endless...05Desespero...Névoas e EspelhosA voz calmaSilêncioInevitávelMudo ganchoCoração penetradoIdolatriaSolidãoHoras que não passamCacos de espelhoInérciaSonolênciaVidas sem sentidoOlhos no espelhoNévoasDesespero...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga29/11/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/113323289850766134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=113323289850766134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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queres, donaDono do quererInebrianteDesejo...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga27/11/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/113312336225018579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=113312336225018579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113312336225018579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113312336225018579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/11/endless_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-113271260250154561</id><published>2005-11-22T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:23:22.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Endless...03Sonho...Um punhado de areiaManto de noiteAtravesse os portõesDe Ossos e MarfimMelancólico observadorCriativo...PaixãoFrieza e amores acabadosSolidãoUm punhado de areiaMistérios e SegredosUm rubi despedaçadoO reino reconstruídoMuitos nomesPerpétuo Moldador:"Fechem os olhos...e Sonhem...""Doces Sonhos"Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga22/11/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/113271260250154561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=113271260250154561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113271260250154561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113271260250154561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/11/endless_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-113250381539013062</id><published>2005-11-20T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T12:23:35.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Endless...02MorteEntre temor e crençaAs portas fechadasO sorriso matreiroMomentos...O trabalho a ser feitoPeixes douradosOlhar de meninaMomentos...Árduo fardoLeveza e graçaBela travessiaDentro do guarda-chuvaDo momento últimoo brilho da AnsataA companhiaNo som de suas asasClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga20/11/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/113250381539013062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=113250381539013062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113250381539013062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113250381539013062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/11/endless.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-113228412573695650</id><published>2005-11-17T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:22:05.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais uma das minhas séries de 50 poemasThe Endless...01DestinoO farfalhar dos livrosQue se lêemEnquanto todos dormemEstava escritoCorrentes e vermelhoPergaminho e caligrafiaEnquanto todos dormemestava escritoDo primeiro suspiroAo fechar da última portaEnquanto todos morremEstva escritoLabirintos no jardimEstátuas de pedraEnquanto todos vivemEstá escritoE Destino fecha seu grande livroNão se deve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/113228412573695650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=113228412573695650' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113228412573695650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/113228412573695650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/11/mais-uma-das-minhas-sries-de-50-poemas.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-112950788541024678</id><published>2005-10-16T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:11:25.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nas frias letras de uma música, a imprudência brinca com o coração egocêntrico. Um mar de entrelinhas invisíveis e inexistentes, percebidos e tornados reais, grande senso de centro. Às voltas com as entrelinhas, agora existentes, a imprudência faz seu jogo.Cria e desfaz motivos, joga a corda, acerta o alvo. O coração egocêntrico, inflado, suficiente em si mesmo, traça a armadilha se vê preso, em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/112950788541024678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=112950788541024678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/112950788541024678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/112950788541024678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/10/nas-frias-letras-de-uma-msica.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-112926207550038103</id><published>2005-10-13T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:54:35.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As coisas todas vêm em avalanches, digita tímido o escritor que não sabe mais escrever. A tela está em branco, junto com seus pensamentos. Nela, sempre nela. Ele pensa em escrever versos e poemas, teses e pequenos contos, mas a única frase que brilha na tela, logo seguida de um cursor intermitente é: As coisas vêm em avalanches.A avalanche começou num cheiro seguido de um vestido negro. Curto, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/112926207550038103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=112926207550038103' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/112926207550038103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/112926207550038103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-coisas-todas-vm-em-avalanches.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-112744910383932815</id><published>2005-09-23T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:18:23.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recuperando segundos como quem junta cacos de um copo partido no chão, ela segue os dias. Recuperando imagens desfocadas, respirações dissonantes, sons desarmônicos. Ela busca na imaginação segundos não vividos, como quem engendra a penosa tarefa de achar um conhecido numa cidade estranha. Ela se sente estranha.Por um momento, ilusão e realidade se fundem, retratadas em três palavras numa tela </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/112744910383932815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=112744910383932815' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/112744910383932815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/112744910383932815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/09/recuperando-segundos-como-quem-junta.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-112642142091141425</id><published>2005-09-11T02:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:50:20.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A sombra de um som... Folhas de eucalipto balouçam ao ritmo de um vento ligeiro. Trilha sonora de um momento solitário. Momento de jorrar sentimento para a fria tela do computador. A um passo da natureza, ganha a eletricidade.       No conforto de uma xícara de chá, bem quente, escrevo sobre o nada. Sobre trilhas sonoras, o vento batendo ligeiramente nos meus cabelos, batendo as portas, pedindo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/112642142091141425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=112642142091141425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/112642142091141425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/112642142091141425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/09/sombra-de-um-som.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111975857342172802</id><published>2005-06-25T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:02:53.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Erotomania       Revolução de idéias convulsas pairam, tardias e ressentidas na fria tarde de inverno que ela queria esquecer. Idéias e pensamentos vãos. Inúteis. INÚTEIS! Ela se ouve gritar, mas não há ninguém para ouvir. Passos cadenciados por uma música invisível, a música da tarde a ser esquecida. Ela não pode. Ela não quer. Quereria, talvez, mudar o enredo.    Da rosa recebida a história de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111975857342172802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111975857342172802' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111975857342172802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111975857342172802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/06/erotomania-revoluo-de-idias-convulsas.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111964848485482725</id><published>2005-06-24T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T17:28:04.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sim, mais uma vez e como sempre. Sim, eu sou a pessoa mais idiota do mundo, a mais inocente, a que mais confia, ou talvez a que mais goste de se iludir.“Não, não tenha medo de ser sincera, fale o que seu coração sente”, blábláblá blergh! Sim, quer sinceridade, aí está. Desculpe, às vezes penetrar no sentimento dos outros é um pouco assustador, não sabia? É verdade, a gente nunca sabe o que vai </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111964848485482725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111964848485482725' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111964848485482725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111964848485482725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/06/sim-mais-uma-vez-e-como-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Torturadora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111812080994821192</id><published>2005-06-07T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T01:31:27.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...50             É o fim...Numa noite coloridaDe um eterno por do solUma eterna lua a nascer            É o inícioNum segundo fugidioDe um eterno trovejarSonho chuvoso do solitário            É o fim...Numa nesga de luzDo céu em completo breuUm eterno sonho morto            É o inícioNum momento derradeiroDe uma série sem sentidoSonho evanescente do poeta      *Days disappear... and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111812080994821192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111812080994821192' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111812080994821192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111812080994821192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/06/momentos_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111768995750306082</id><published>2005-06-02T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T01:25:57.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...49               Indescritível!Acordes brevesQuase ocultosIndefectíveisViscerais                Reação em cadeiaO frio na espinhaLembranças incontidasSuave arrepioMagnânimo            Indescritível!Frase musicalEstrutura simplistaImperceptívelSentidos...              Reação em cadeiaDo arrepio à lembrançaDo som à memóriaSuave reencontroDa livre alma            IndescritívelCasamento </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111768995750306082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111768995750306082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111768995750306082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111768995750306082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/06/momentos_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111768863225796766</id><published>2005-06-02T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T01:24:28.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   Momentos...48                   Depois da súplicaSilêncio...Respiração suspensaVoa o pensamento...Susta-se o mundo                Pensamentos vagos...Miríade de sensaçõesNo segundo suspensoEm que a voz se cala                          Depois do silêncioUivos...Coração extravasadoVoa o som...Clama-se o mundo         Ruídos insanosDo segundo suspensoDas forças a últimaQuando a voz se solta...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111768863225796766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111768863225796766' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111768863225796766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111768863225796766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/06/momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111595675213547434</id><published>2005-05-12T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T00:01:02.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...47                   Clichês...Abre-se o jogoCarta a cartaValetes e coringasPostos em cena...                   Clichês...As cartas na mesaVisão do completoSenso e sensibilidadePostos à prova...                   Clichês...Um coração que sangraRemoto passadoDito e desditoA postos e em guarda...                   ClichêsOs pingos agora nos “is”Ligam-se os pontosForma-se a cenaPassa-se a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111595675213547434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111595675213547434' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111595675213547434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111595675213547434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/05/momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111414432934212913</id><published>2005-04-22T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:32:09.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...46               As linhas não se encaixamPensamento inerteIdéias que não fluemFrases repetidas            As peças não se encaixamRepetição indevidaMomentos em torporFrases contidas                As flores não me achamFragmentos inertesCenários que urgemFrases sem sentido       Os sonhos me não achamSilêncio indevidoPalavras em cenaFrases sem motivo              Intolerância </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111414432934212913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111414432934212913' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111414432934212913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111414432934212913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/04/momentos_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111379588267315792</id><published>2005-04-17T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:44:42.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   Momentos...45               Oníricas vozes no silêncioConfundem, real e abstrato...Signo e fatoDança de coresObscura caminhada              Vozes do silêncio oníricoTransformam poeta em leitorInterpretação em fatoDança de loucosObscura luz do dia              Alimentam-se do tempoHistória e romanceRealidade e ficçãoInterpretação tardiaRoda da Fortuna....              Alimenta-se do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111379588267315792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111379588267315792' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111379588267315792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111379588267315792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/04/momentos_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111327974255016046</id><published>2005-04-12T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:22:22.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...43             Um momento em suspensoRespiração aplainadaSilêncio clichêEspasmos            Um momento em suspenso...Caem os panosSobem os cantosEspanto...            Um momento em suspensoMovimento interrompidoSilêncio mortalEspasmos            Um momento em suspensoCaem as máscarasEngolem-se as mágoasEspanto...      Espera...       Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga   11/04/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111327974255016046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111327974255016046' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111327974255016046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111327974255016046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/04/momentos_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111319473316839479</id><published>2005-04-11T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:45:33.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...42                 Tempo...Latejar de cabeçaMinutos em horasHoras em segundosA fazer...MuitoE nada.                Tempo...Atividades em cursoPlanejar, Fazer...Checar, Agir...Professor e alunoE calma...                Tempo...Ânsia inauditaResumos em tesesTeses em cruzadasA tecer...tudoE nada.                Tempo...Ao curso das horasAmar, fugir...Volver, partir...Aluno e mestreAs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111319473316839479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111319473316839479' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111319473316839479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111319473316839479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/04/momentos_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111267372297160870</id><published>2005-04-04T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:02:02.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...41                   Curva-se o ventoCurva-se o tempoE o que sobra?Lágrimas e risosHarmonia fingida                   Curva-se o ombroMorte no temploE o que temos?Memórias e falhasIgnomínia retida                   Curva-se o homemMorto no tempoE o que resta?Verdades e mentirasSoltos no vento                   Sonhos de areiaCurvas de tempoO que é nosso?A morte e o temploSentimento...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111267372297160870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111267372297160870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111267372297160870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111267372297160870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/04/momentos_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111257815414725447</id><published>2005-04-03T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:31:36.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...40                A voz do ventoNas cores difusasTrançado algodãoVestes escuras                  A voz do ventoNos sonhos confusosTrançadas vidasEm verves soturnas                  Repete-se o trechoLinhas turvasSentido inversoVoz noturna                  Repete-se o textoRetas, curvas,Sensível, concreto...A estrada...sua       “Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein, ohne dich”       Clarisse </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111257815414725447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111257815414725447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111257815414725447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111257815414725447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/04/momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111223844638878989</id><published>2005-03-30T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T23:10:24.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...39      Palavras cruzadasGestos cruzados  Manchas solares  Sonho insensato      Manchas solares  Brilho lunar  Palavras cruzadas  Cruzado olhar      Palavras cruzadas  Música estanque  Sombrias manchas  Insana fantasia      Sombrias manchas  Brilho – solar  Palavras cruzadas  Cruzado soar Sonhos cruzados  Som soar luzir  Palavras cruzadas  E manchas solares      Clarisse de Almeida e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111223844638878989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111223844638878989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111223844638878989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111223844638878989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/03/momentos_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111155159755280320</id><published>2005-03-23T00:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:19:57.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...38Vem!Invade meu ser!Sentimento sem fim,Sem começo,Sem forma...Vem!Toma o que é teu!Me envolve!Cativa,Assola...Vem!Com unhas e dentesSentimento siamêsSem pudorSem mágoa...Vem!Toma tudo!Leva e buscaInvadeAmansa...Vem!Invade e espalha!BelezaCertezasFantasias...“Hold me, Thrill me , Kiss me, Kill me”Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga23/03/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111155159755280320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111155159755280320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111155159755280320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111155159755280320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/03/momentos_111155159755280320.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111155146773142175</id><published>2005-03-23T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:17:47.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...38Vem!Invade meu ser!Sentimento sem fim,Sem começo,Sem forma...Vem!Toma o que é teu!Me envolve!Cativa,Assola...Vem!Com unhas e dentesSentimento siamêsSem pudorSem mágoa...Vem!Toma tudo!Leva e buscaInvadeAmansa...Vem!Invade e espalha!BelezaCertezasFantasias...“Hold me, Thrill me , Kiss me, Kill me”Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga23/03/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111155146773142175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111155146773142175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111155146773142175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111155146773142175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/03/momentos_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111146701263326404</id><published>2005-03-22T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T00:50:12.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...37Conhecimento novoDádivaEsforçoRisos...Tropeços e acertosCompanhiaAjudaRisos...Novo mundo abertoTutoresAmigosRisos...Conhecimento novoExpressãoEquaçãoE risos...“Comment ça s’écrit?”Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga21/03/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111146701263326404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111146701263326404' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111146701263326404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111146701263326404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/03/momentos_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111136471912722629</id><published>2005-03-20T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T20:25:19.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...36E quão alto voaO pensamento em seus lábiosO frio em minha espinhaOs sons misturadosSons...?E quão longe vaiO sonho dos seus passosO pensamento em seus beijosOs sons alternadosVozes...?E quão perto estãoOs pensamentos em vocêOs sussurros no ouvidoOs arrepios molhadosToques...?E quão grande éO sentimento escondidoO pensamento proibidoO jogo perdido entre mimE Você...?“I want you to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111136471912722629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111136471912722629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111136471912722629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111136471912722629'/><link rel='alternate' 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distintaVôo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111111660228318000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111111660228318000' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111111660228318000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111111660228318000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/03/momentos_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111069179208659369</id><published>2005-03-13T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T01:29:52.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...34CoincidênciasUm minuto a maisUma esquina a menosUm encontro à parteCoincidênciasMora ao ladoGosta assimMesma rotinaCo – incidênciasA escolha acertadaAlvo inesperadoAbsurdo, anormal...Co-incidênciasRecorrentesMesmo grupoMesma ânsiaQuais as chances?Matemática furadaTeorema imperfeito...“There is no turning back”Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga12/03/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111069179208659369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111069179208659369' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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os olhos!Os anos passamAs luas mudamA viva rodaDescubra...Um novo detalheNovos caminhosA roda vidaNão feche os olhos!!DescubraA si mesmo...Outro a cada momento...“Never be the same again”Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga12/03/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111066027539268679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111066027539268679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111066027539268679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111066027539268679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/03/momentos_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-111034296838362501</id><published>2005-03-09T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:36:08.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...32RelembrarGravar na memóriaRepaginoReenquadroRelembrarPassado revistoImprevisívelImprevistoRelembrarNotar a mudançaDos passosDos traçosRelembrarMudar o futuroOs laçosOs contosRestaurar...“I’ve been living for tomorrow all my life”Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga08/03/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111034296838362501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...31Quem notaSombras de nuvensSeus tonsSuas cores?Quem notaO sentimento rotoO sorriso perdidoA última lágrima?Quem notaSuaves movimentosSombra e LuzSua presença?Quem notaO som de seus olhosA cor do movimentoO último momento?Quem nota?A nota melodiaSombras de nuvensEm movimento...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga06/03/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/111014950270071869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=111014950270071869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111014950270071869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/111014950270071869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/03/momentos_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110991035327510171</id><published>2005-03-04T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T00:25:53.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...30Desabrochar...sentimentoSuave loucuraIlusão dispersaDesfolhar...SentimentoOrlas de ventoSangria desatadaDesabrochar...Sentimento...Pétalas de ventoIlusão desesperadaDesfolhar...SentimentoPalavras repetidasPoema inacabadoClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga04/03/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110973920077791909</id><published>2005-03-02T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T00:53:20.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...29Cidade de febres...Sensação sazonalVoláteis propósitosMeteóricos...Cidade de pressas...Chegar ao destinoSeguir sem descansoMinuto perdido...Cidade de bosques...Momentos perdidosEsquecidos n’águaNum céu distanteCidade de relíquias...Tesouros escondidosPersonas e psiquesNos momentos esquecidos...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga01/03/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110973920077791909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110973920077791909' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110973920077791909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110973920077791909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/03/momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110956228640959645</id><published>2005-02-27T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:44:46.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...28Defino-mePoucas palavrasPeso nenhumDo tempo escrava...RebeldeDefino-meAlameda obscuraIncerta, insana...Das decisões escravaRebeldeDefino-meGarota imberbeNo lusco-fuscoDo dia findoReflete...Defino-meSer, querer ser...Do dia findoDo tempo perdidoSenhora...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga27/02/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110956228640959645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110956228640959645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110956228640959645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110956228640959645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/02/momentos_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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mãosForças da NaturezaIndefectíveisDe claro o escuro pungenteSeco o calor úmidoForças da Natureza...InfalíveisLava-se a alma impuraDo vento ao temporal...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga23/02/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110921773122307571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110921773122307571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110921773122307571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110921773122307571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/02/momentos_110921773122307571.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110913392265708880</id><published>2005-02-23T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T00:45:22.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos..25Quão belo o ocasoOndas sobrepostasSoberbas nuvensDe luzes refletidasQuão belo o olharMarés de sentimentoSensíveis percepçõesDe sonhos refletidosQuão belo o ocasoMaresia de sensaçõesSobrepujante movimentoDe luzes refletidasQuão belo o olharMarés de inspiraçãoSensíveis gotasDe sonhos preenchidas“As I always wished to be …Ocean Soul”Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga22/02/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110904457727214516</id><published>2005-02-21T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:56:17.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...24Toma o céu!Incandescência emprestadaBeleza roubadaFuror inato...Toma o céu!Fases e estaçõesFace eterna, oculta.Clamor imediatoToma o céu!Brilho longínquoVapores contidosSonho irrestritoToma o céu!Oculta faceFases váriasPaixão nascente.“I see you on the dark side of the moon ”Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga21/02/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110904457727214516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110904457727214516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110904457727214516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110904457727214516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/02/momentos_110904457727214516.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110896301743897123</id><published>2005-02-21T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T01:17:40.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freak Malky: You delight in your ability to shockthe normals. You tread the thin line betweenthe bizzare and the grotesque. You are anythingbut the clowning prankster or tortured seerthat your clan is famous for. You are the bold,the brash, the in-your-face insanity that yourclan's gonna need with that peculiar red stargetting brighter every night.Vampire: the Masquerade--What Malkavian are you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110896301743897123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110896301743897123' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110896301743897123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110896301743897123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/02/freak-malky-you-delight-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110896208352174972</id><published>2005-02-21T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T01:01:23.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...23Passos lentosCompassadosFirmesInatos...Olhos atentosProfusão de coresTexturasContrastes...Passos lentosDeterminados...PacientesIncontáveis...Olhos atentosBrilhos no chãoLuz, refletida,Sol da escuridão...Passos lentos...Sobre as luzesReflexosSombras...Olhos atentosLuzes, movimentos...InsensatosFrios..Passos lentosOlhos atentosDetalhes perfeitosImperfeito pensar...Clarisse de Almeida e</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110896208352174972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110896208352174972' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110896208352174972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110896208352174972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/02/momentos_110896208352174972.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110869669445032150</id><published>2005-02-17T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:18:14.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...22Página viradaÚltimaHeróis e vilõesDespedida sentidaHistória findaContínuaRevivida e requeridaDesenlace...desferidoPágina viradaGravadaSelo da memóriaCompanheiro...amigoHistória findaContínuaFecha-se a magiaAbrem-me as portas...“I can read your soul”Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga17/02/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110869669445032150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110869669445032150' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110869669445032150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110869669445032150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/02/momentos_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110860904311558764</id><published>2005-02-16T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:57:23.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...21Algo inspira..MudançasNova estradaBagagem antigaAlgo expira...PaisagemMorto caminhoVontade renovadaAlgo inspira...LembrançasRosto divididoCompleto martírioAlgo expira...DesisteDa vontade a forçaDa coragem o laçoInspiradorPoema inóspitoExpele... Expira.“Just help me to breathe”Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga16/02/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110860904311558764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110860904311558764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110860904311558764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110860904311558764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/02/momentos_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110843176612102027</id><published>2005-02-14T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:44:39.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...20Do amor guardeiCada pétalaCada palavraCada gesto...Do amor guardeiCada sementeOnda de ventoGota de saudadeDo amor guardeiCada momentoSopro de SolCada movimento...Do amor guardeiCada segundoCaixa fechadaOlhos atentos...“My funny Valentine....Sweet Funny Valentine”Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga14/02/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110843176612102027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110843176612102027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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momentosBeleza irrestritaOlhos fechados...SonharPequenos detalhesBeleza infinitaClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga13/02/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110834336211444161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110834336211444161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110834336211444161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110834336211444161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/02/momentos_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110800611844147102</id><published>2005-02-09T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:28:38.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...18Dias sensíveisA lágrima na pálpebraNó na gargantaAbraço carente...Dias temíveisA cabeça em girosRubra dorBeijo carente...Dias sensíveisSintomáticosSorumbáticosSensaçãoDias temíveisTentadoresTerrificadosTensãoClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga08/02/2005_______________________Momentos...17Poeta do imperfeitoCáusticas passagensGestos impensadosPalavras...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110800611844147102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Momentos...16Queria terSeus olhosSeus traçosMemória...Queria serSeus braçosSeus sonhosMemória...Queria amarTamanho do mundoDos braçosDe tudoQueria amarAnúncio em braçosDos laçosDo mundo.Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga08/02/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110788616107305260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110788616107305260' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110788616107305260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110788616107305260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/02/momentos_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110762581457604528</id><published>2005-02-05T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T13:50:14.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...15Um momentoDespedidaO Sol...Saúda a tardeUm instanteDesditaA lágrima...Saúda a tardeUm momentoAusência...A lembrançaSaúda a tardeUm instanteOlhares...Em sonhoSaudade...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga05/02/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110762581457604528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Momentos...14Instante reflexãoEu e poesiaPessoa...E personagemInstante devassidãoEu e ousadiaSombras....E passagemInstante suavidadeEu e poesiaSonhos...E saudadeInstante vaidadeEu e sua rimaCorpo...E viagemClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga02/02/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110739828769998328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110739828769998328' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110739828769998328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110739828769998328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/02/momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110731523227259749</id><published>2005-02-01T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:33:52.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma pausa nos momentos para uma receita que é a CARA das torturadoras... A Chef???? minha amiga querida e chefa Kath... onde encontrá-la??? http://www.fotolog.net/kathinhaBJus a todosda tia kikaReceita do dia: Heart juicechef: KathIngredientes:um coração cansado, de tamanho médiofaca bem afiadaespremedorpedras de gelo à gostoModo de preparo:Corte o coração ao meioSeparando duas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110731523227259749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110731523227259749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110731523227259749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110731523227259749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110713896247745268</id><published>2005-01-30T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T22:36:02.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...12Tontura...Azul luminosotranscendenteCalor...latenteTontura...Mar de Castanho fulminanteCalor...presenteTontura...Sabor estranhoIncandescenteCalor...ascendeTontura...Sonho venenosoVeementeCalor...latente"In a quiet little place we'll have a Dream for two"Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga30/01/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110713896247745268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110713896247745268' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110713896247745268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110713896247745268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/01/momentos_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110697343309997629</id><published>2005-01-29T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:37:13.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...11Um segundoUma perguntaA resposta?Silêncio...Um minutoUma propostaO motivo?Inconsistente...Um segundoUma ironiaA questão?Corpo presente...Um minutoUma respostaA Emoção?Apatia...Um segundoUm risoA resposta?Poesia...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga28/01/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110697343309997629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110697343309997629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110697343309997629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110697343309997629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/01/momentos_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type='text'>Momentos...08Rubras...Faces e movimentospassos atentosSuspiros...SuspensosAr...Sonhos e pensamentosLábios sedentosSorrisos...AtentosBrilho...Olhos e momentosFalas suspensasSonhosSedentos...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga23/01/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110653741465787612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110653741465787612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110653741465787612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110653741465787612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/01/momentos_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110637286317402016</id><published>2005-01-22T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:47:43.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...07Coração..Aceso, sedentoPacienteDesavisadoCoração..Reaberto, recompostoDispostoImpacienteMomentoo toque, leveBarra de calçapés descalçosMomentoum toque, leveDesvariosolhos cansadosCoração, MomentoCriação, SentimentoUm leve toquenovo tormentoPaz, movimento...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga21/01/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110610187518646551</id><published>2005-01-18T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:31:15.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...06Bits, bytes e traçosUma esperaUma respostaConfidênciasBits, bytes e traçosUma esperaUm abraçoReminiscências...Bits, bytes e traçosZeros e uns combinadoso som, o cansaçoOs olhos nubladosa Espera, o momento,o abraçoUm beijo...Em bits, bytes e traçosClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga18/01/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110610187518646551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110610187518646551' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110610187518646551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110610187518646551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/01/momentos_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110601538686046605</id><published>2005-01-17T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:48:19.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...05A dor move meus passosPossui meus sentidosToma-me em lágrimasDor, sentidoMotivo, dúvidae dor, simplesmenteLágrimas e sentimentoRazão dilaceradaProva de que estou vivaDor, simplesmenteClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga17/01/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110601538686046605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110601538686046605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110601538686046605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110601538686046605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/01/momentos_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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toque!Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga12/01/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110558280756200217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110558280756200217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110558280756200217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110558280756200217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/01/momentos_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110550202054436069</id><published>2005-01-11T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:53:40.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos...02Mudanças...Momento obstinadoSorte lançadaLoucuraMudanças...Passo determinadoSolto, imaginadoLoucuraMudanças...Loucura obstinadaDesejo satisfeitoMomento..."Suddenly everything has changed"Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga11/01/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110550202054436069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110550202054436069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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instanteVidas CruzadasAlmas trocadasUm olharUm instanteRumo desconhecidoAlma perdidaUm momentoUm instanteClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga09/01/2005È..é isso mesmo pessoas... ano novo, série nova... objetivo? 50!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110532739126648113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110532739126648113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110532739126648113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110532739126648113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2005/01/momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110472188773291323</id><published>2005-01-02T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:11:27.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O mundo grita!PARE!Eles não sabem...Falácia!Tudo em mim grita!PARE!Eles não desejam...Ardem!Seu corpo gritaNão, não PARE!Eles não entendem...Vontade!Eles não sabemPARE!Sua vida transborda...Pedaços!Então viva!Não, não PARE!Eles não sabem...Agem!Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga02/01/2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110472188773291323/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110450962024888601</id><published>2004-12-31T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T12:13:40.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...50Três, Dois, Um...Feliz Ano Novo!Abraços de amigosBeijos de namoradosE nós...Afastados do mundoFeliz Ano Novo!Longe dos champagnesSomos a bebidaE nós...Brindemos juntosFeliz Ano Novo!Novos beijosNovos abraçosE nós...E Três, Dois, Um...Feliz Ano Novo!Realizados desejosNovos anseiosE nós...sempreClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga31/12/2004</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110450962024888601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110450962024888601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110450962024888601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110450962024888601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/12/fantasias_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110438024858034927</id><published>2004-12-30T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:17:28.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...49Vapor...Seu corpo nuEnvolto Branco tecidoVapor...Meu corpo nuEnvoltoTransparentes gotasVapor...tua boca úmidaEnvoltaColoridos beijosVapor...Corpos escorregadiosEnvoltosUm no outroVapor...A vista nubladaEnvoltosMadeira por camaVapor...Amor satisfeitoEnvoltosIndecifrável desejo...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga29/12/2004</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110438024858034927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110438024858034927' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110438024858034927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110438024858034927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/12/fantasias_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110429604410868301</id><published>2004-12-29T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:54:04.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...48Beijo-te a boca comprometidaNoite...caladaSussurros...InaudíveisSorvo-te os desejos insanosSonhos...MágicaMãos...IncorrigíveisDesvio-te a sensatezBoca...DesejoNoite...InsensataArranco-te os cabelosPaixão...PrometidaBeijo...SorrateiroRoubo-te o profanoO insanoO desejo..Inconstante...Verdadeiro...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga28/12/2004</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110222705706993291</id><published>2004-12-05T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T02:10:57.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...47Tua experiênciaMinha energiaConjugadasDecifradasNum chão de gizMinha loucuraTua segurançaEntrelaçadasEstudadaschão de tacos, pó de gizTua bocaMinha brancuraDescobertosDesvendadosluz branca...gizMinha aulaTua geografiaEncontradaMapeadaMãos e dentes...gizClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga05/12/2004</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110222705706993291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110222705706993291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110222705706993291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110222705706993291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/12/fantasias_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110214294730054204</id><published>2004-12-04T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T02:49:07.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...46Corpos coladosAninhadosNoite som estreladoCorpos cruzadosAcanhados - quase - Coraçãosom retumbanteCorpos coladosAmadosRespiraçãoSom ofegante...Corpos cruzadosAfagamSonhossom inebriante"Dormir, talvez sonhar"IrreparávelInseparávelSer, e estarCorpos amarrados.Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga04/12/2004</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110214294730054204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110214294730054204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110214294730054204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110214294730054204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/12/fantasias.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110161677065749950</id><published>2004-11-28T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T00:39:30.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...45Atrás da máscaraOlhos inquisidoresBusca incessanteDominação constanteAtrás da máscaraOlhos azuisNos meus, negrosDominação inquietanteAtrás da máscaraOlhos sedentosSilencioso desejoDelicioso rompanteAtrás da máscaraOlhos fechadosCorpos cruzadosRespiração ofeganteAtrás da máscaraMuros por camaPossessão urgenteCorpos chamejantesAtrás da máscaraOlhos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110109819501187367</id><published>2004-11-22T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T00:36:35.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma pausa nas torturadoras para um retrato do meu fds...LIVROS.Frase do livro: - A Lei dos varões.Da série os Reis MAlditos de Maurice Druon" Os dias vividos, sejam eles vazios ou plenos, agitados ou tranquilos, são todos, igualmente, dias que se foram, e as cinzas do passado têm o mesmo peso em todas as mãos"(Maurice Druon, op.cit. p.29)Frase do Livro: - O Rei do Inverno de Bernard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110109819501187367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110109819501187367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110109819501187367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110109819501187367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/11/uma-pausa-nas-torturadoras-para-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110091889264289067</id><published>2004-11-19T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T00:48:46.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...44Ah! poeta!Encontros norturnosOníricosMágicos...FantasiasAh! poeta!Encontros surreaisEtéreosPungentes...FantasiasAh! poeta!Encontros inconscientesConsistentesFluentes...FantasiasAh! poeta!Encontros inacabadosInterrompidosDespertador...FantasiasAh! poeta!Anseio pelo momento das minhas lembrançasOníricas...FantasiasClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga19/11/2004</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110091889264289067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110091889264289067' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110091889264289067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110091889264289067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/11/fantasias_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110074440446994115</id><published>2004-11-17T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T22:20:04.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...43Prazer gastronômicoDos legumes o saborDa cebola, as lágrimaso beijo salgadoPrazer gastronomicoSuas mãos, meu corpoMinha boca, seu pescoçoO beijo adocicadoPrazer gastronômicoo fogo abandonadooutro fogo renovadono beijo apaixonadoPrazer gastronômicoDois corpos, uma mesaDuas chamas, uma sentençao beijo orgasmáticoPrazer gastronômicoUrgente, Sedentode comer o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110074440446994115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110074440446994115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110074440446994115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110074440446994115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/11/fantasias_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110066102799585794</id><published>2004-11-16T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:23:14.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)Very HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)ModerateLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)ModerateLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110066102799585794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110066102799585794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110066102799585794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110066102799585794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/11/dantes-inferno-test-has-banished-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110065626609897554</id><published>2004-11-16T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:53:58.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Jack the Ripper. Yours were some of themost brutal murders recorded in history--yetyour case is still to this day unsolved. Youcame from out of the fog, killed violently andquickly and disappeared without a trace. Thenfor no apparent reason, you satisfy your bloodlust with ever-increasing ferocity, culminatingin the near destruction of your final victim,and then you vanish from the scene </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110065626609897554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110065626609897554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110065626609897554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110065626609897554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-are-jack-ripper.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110065016181308259</id><published>2004-11-16T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:09:21.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Xuan Wu!Mythological background: Because the turtle has athick, solid shell that serves as protection - this animal is associated with stability. Youenjoy intellectual pursuits. Also, in Feng Shui (the Chinese myths behindchoosing a house), the black turtle's solidityis used to protect from cold northern winds. Which Chinese Mythological  Being  Are You?  brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110065016181308259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110065016181308259' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110065016181308259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110065016181308259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-are-xuan-wu-mythological.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110057512637354215</id><published>2004-11-15T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T23:18:46.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...42Lobos adormecidosà nossa voltaO desejo não esperaInflamaLobos adormecidosno quarto ao ladoSeu calor nao esperame envolveLobos em vigíliarondam ali foraMeu corpo não esperaTe cobreLobos em vigíliaNoite altaNosso desejo não esperaNos consomeClarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga15/11/2004</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110057512637354215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110057512637354215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110057512637354215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110057512637354215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/11/fantasias_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-110048631090631554</id><published>2004-11-14T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T22:38:30.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...41Odores...e texturasa seda nos olhosbordados nos dedosno ar...canelaOdores e texturasa seda dos cabelosa boca nos dedosno ar...caféOdores...e texturasNos olhos a vendaTapetes nos dedosno ar...ópioOdores e texturasna boca o beijotafetá nas mãosno ar...seu cheiroOdores... e texturasA seda nos olhosseu corpo nos dedosno ar...prazerClarisse de Almeida e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/110048631090631554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=110048631090631554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110048631090631554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/110048631090631554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/11/fantasias_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109988569354744598</id><published>2004-11-07T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:48:13.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...40Distantes...Conquanto próximosContato visualChamas!O suave toque imaginadoNum olhar, sugestõesA cada peça despidaDistantes...Conquanto presentesToques de olharVisceral!O desejável toque imaginadoNos olhos a volúpiaDo corpo sem peçasDistantes...Conquanto aliA busca da mãoFlamejante!O requerido toque realizadoNas bocas o desejoDos corpos unidosClarisse de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109988569354744598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109988569354744598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109988569354744598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109988569354744598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/11/fantasias_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109971204461670124</id><published>2004-11-05T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T23:34:04.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...39Fetiches!O vermelho nos lábiosO preto na roupaBrilho nos olhos...Fetiches!Cavanhaque...Vinho TintoAlgemas...Fetiches!O gelo no ventreos beijos vendados"V" no decoteFetiches!Couro...Lugares DesertosFantasiasFetiches!Texturas na línguaAs unhas nas costasêxtase no semblante...Fetiches!Terno...Saltos AltosTapetes..."Slaves of our desire"Clarisse de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109944117001558269</id><published>2004-11-02T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:19:30.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...38Penumbra durante o diaCorpos se conhecendoNuma louca primeira vezAmor urgente...Ambiente conhecidoCalor...Sons abafados...Porta fechada...Beijos ensandecidosolhos castanhos..Olhares profundosAmor urgente...Sozinhos na casa cheiaDisfarces...risos abafadosPorta fechada...Estrondo!Rápido levantarSorrisos envergonhados..Amor interrompido...Amor urgente...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109944117001558269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109944117001558269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109944117001558269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109944117001558269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/11/fantasias.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109927968242952955</id><published>2004-10-31T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:28:02.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...37Você usava os fonesCircunspectoAlgum filme bobo...Eu lia revista de bordoEntediadauma entrevista inútil...Sobrevoamos nuvens...Fones abandonadosMinha voz, seu ouvidoLoucura...Atrás da revista...Discretos...Os bancos abandonadosCambaleantes - correntes de arNos escondemos-Ocupados.Apoiados na paredePorta mal fechadaBeijos, carícias Palavras sujasCabelos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109927968242952955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109927968242952955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109927968242952955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109927968242952955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/fantasias_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109902169824283803</id><published>2004-10-28T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T23:48:18.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...36Sons altosMecânicosOlhares cruzadosMomento de seduçãoSons altosIntroduçãoAcompanhar o olharMomento de loucuraSons altosTietagemO beijo trocado em silêncioMomento de paixãoSons altos Vozes abafadasAcordes e multidõesMurmúrios encobertosSons altosA melhor músicaÁrea restritaMomento de exultaçãoSons altosPúblico ao delírioAli nos derretemosNum espetáculo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109893505786293553</id><published>2004-10-27T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T23:44:17.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma pequena pausa nas fantasias, pra citar o trecho de onde tirei nosso novo subtítulo...."Nos entregamos inteiramente um ao outro. Não podemos ficar um sem o outro, não podemos suportar a discórdia, a guerra, o mal estar, não podemos dar passeios sozinhos, não gostamos de viajar um sem o outro. Nós nos entregamos apesar do nosso individualismo, nosso ódio de intimidade. Absorvemos nossos eus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109893505786293553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109893505786293553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109893505786293553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109893505786293553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/uma-pequena-pausa-nas-fantasias-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109884914782504619</id><published>2004-10-26T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T23:52:27.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...35Arquitetura futuristaTapeçarias do Século XVConstrução faraônicaMostras de SurrealismoNoite alta agoraAs peças expostas Repousam....Dia estafanteNa cama de vidro, profundidade infinitacriamos a arteRecriamos a paixãoSomos o Beijo,O Pensador, Esculturas de RodinQuadros de PollockFractais infinitasNa cama de vidroA paixão se transfereAo olho que tudo vêE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109884914782504619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109884914782504619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109884914782504619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109884914782504619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/fantasias_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109867046465657825</id><published>2004-10-24T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:14:24.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...34Dormem!A paisagem se altera rápidoEntre árvores e areia...Iluminação? A luaAqui, o escuro nos protegeDormem!A viagem continuaNão olhamos mais as paisagensA lua agora ilumina sua pelee nossos beijosAqui, onde o escuro nos protegeDormem!No fundo abraço o desconhecidoSinto seu corpo, seu toqueo Extase do perigoEm nossas caríciasAqui, o escuro nos protege.Dormem!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109867046465657825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109867046465657825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109867046465657825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109867046465657825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/fantasias_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109833296461350035</id><published>2004-10-21T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T00:29:24.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...33Um momento imortalizadoLentes e flashesO segundo suspensoVisão de eternidadeAli revelo nossos momentosTons de vermelhoEnquanto sinto sua mão suaveEm meu colo...Um momento imortalizadoO selar de uma paixãoEm nossos lábiosem tons de sépia...Ali revelo nossos momentosTons de vermelhoo calor de seu corpo encontra o meuo molhado beijo na nucaUm momento imortalizado</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109831314008264661</id><published>2004-10-20T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T18:59:00.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CCuteLLovingAAwesomeRRadiantIIntelligentSSweetSSensitiveEExplosive DDreamyEEarthy AAmazingLLazyMMysticalEEnchantingIIdealDDirtyAAmazing EExquisite AAppealingLLittleVVirileAAppreciativeRRoundedEEnjoyableNNewGGentleAAwkwardName / Username:Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.comvai entender esses testes.... bjus</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109831314008264661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109831314008264661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109831314008264661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109831314008264661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/ccutellovingaawesomerradiantiintellige.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109815894563935831</id><published>2004-10-18T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T00:09:05.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...32Ao longe um tilintar...O girar de uma roletaAlguém ganhando o diaOutro em tragédia desditaEntre vermelhos e negrosPares e ÍmparesApostamos altoUm no outroAo longe ternos, fraques e Longos decotados...Galanteria comedidaGestos estudadosEntre vermelhos e negrosOutro ChampagneA banca ganha o jogo...A banca somos nós..Ao longe caça-níqueisGanância, apostas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109815894563935831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109815894563935831' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109815894563935831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109815894563935831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/fantasias_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109815741034328051</id><published>2004-10-18T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T00:37:57.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que personagem da Meg Ryan você é?NERD eu???? Náaaaaaaaaaaaaa quiiiiiisso??????????BJus..Logo logo a fantasia 32</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109815741034328051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109815741034328051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109815741034328051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109815741034328051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/que-personagem-da-meg-ryan-voc-nerd-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109815715332927973</id><published>2004-10-18T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T23:39:13.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Qual é seu par ideal no filme 11 homens e 1 segredo?Ahhh se eu tivesse um Danny Ocean.... =))))</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109815715332927973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109815715332927973' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109815715332927973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109815715332927973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/qual-seu-par-ideal-no-filme-11-homens.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109806983348432605</id><published>2004-10-17T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T23:23:53.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...31Verão de brisa amena...No céu e na água..a LuaReflexo agitadoPor leves movimentos...Embaixo do espelhoNós....O amor seladoDebaixo d'água...Sou hoje sereiaArrasto o pescador Agora NáufragoNeste nosso mar limitado...Embaixo do espelhoNós...O fogo acesoDebaixo d'água...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga17/10/2004</summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109798536245601078</id><published>2004-10-16T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T23:56:02.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...30Fazemos nossa camaNo alto...Coberta pelas folhagensQue o outono não levou...Minha pele nua encontraO áspero da madeirae a pressão de seu corpoNum beijo urgenteFizemos nossa camaNo alto...Pássaros no ninhoQue o tempo não levou...Sua pele..também nuaEncontra a minhaPaixão pungenteNum beijo sôfregoFizemos nossa cama no alto..E trêmula...Vejo estrelas...que o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109798536245601078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109798536245601078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109798536245601078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109798536245601078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/fantasias_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109789989007043574</id><published>2004-10-15T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T00:11:30.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...29O véu crepuscular...Cores difusas...Semi-veladaspor copas e galhos...Difusas coresEntre nuvens...Leve orvalharna pele salpicadoCrepúsculo rendido..Reinado de LunaCorpos e energiaem Gaia estendidos...Copas e troncosSalpicados de prataNossa imagem...Lupinosa varar a noite de brilho cheio...Selvagens caríciasde complexa NaturezaPaixão Enérgicano tapete de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109789989007043574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109789989007043574' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109789989007043574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109789989007043574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/fantasias_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109781179742384030</id><published>2004-10-14T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:43:17.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...28Som ambiente...As luzes se vãoUma a uma...Busco sua mão...Sons indistintosMesclados em vãoA ficção começa..E vejo seus cabelos...Som retumbanteNa sétima arte..Lábios se colamEm verdade e ficçãoSussurros ofegantes..Abafados em surroundVolúpia em seus braçosEnfim..satisfação..o 'drops' de Anis? desnecessário...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga14/10/2004</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109772587218524079</id><published>2004-10-13T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T23:51:12.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...27Escuro...As mãos tremem do sustoSeus braços ainda vermelhosdas unhas...do temor...Escuro...Vasto piso de concretoAs faixas luminosas ofuscadasdos beijos...do calor...Escuro...Andar abandonadoSua boca ainda sedenta...De pele...do sabor...Escuro...A última hora da noiteos corpos ainda no concretodo êxtase...do tremor...Escuro...As luzes reaparecem..poucas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109772587218524079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109772587218524079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109772587218524079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109772587218524079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/fantasias_109772587218524079.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109750617869818215</id><published>2004-10-11T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:49:38.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are... WAIT! - you're none of the Sins you'rean Angel!Perfect, or close enough, and annoyingly so! Didyou alwaysbehave so 'just right'. ARGHHH . You can annoy thehell outtapeople with your attitude, but no doubt your churchis real happywith you. The positive side certainly outweighs thenegative,after all, you do chores, are smart, are cute, docharity work.Least you know what a perfect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109750617869818215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109750617869818215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109750617869818215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109750617869818215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011116.post-109746796475135209</id><published>2004-10-11T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T00:12:44.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasias...26Alvas paisagensVasto horizonte..Silêncio...Corpos em chamas...Alva sua peleVastos pontos...Fusão...Corpos unidos...Imensas pradariasGeladasCombustãoCorpos em erupção...Branco da peledo ar, da neveFísico estadoExplosão...Clarisse de Almeida e Alvarenga10/10/2004</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/feeds/109746796475135209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011116&amp;postID=109746796475135209' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109746796475135209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011116/posts/default/109746796475135209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torturadoras.blogspot.com/2004/10/fantasias_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarisse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074526575419400495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
