urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz contosdofritz contosdofritz 2012-04-20T12:49:42Z urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:18645 2012-04-12T05:13:30 2012-04-12T04:15:22Z 2012-04-20T12:49:42Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>I</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Fera e fria</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>santa e soturna</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Mãe e rainha</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>freira e puta</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>O pecado é uma fruta que te apodrece</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>quando não é consumida</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>II</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>O pecado consome</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>quem não o consome</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Comida a fruta</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>saciado a fome</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>o pecado some</strong></span></p> <p><strong><br /></strong></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong><a class="saportelink" href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/drfritis/fotos/?uid=s7QB6J11Vlt7haqpbbma"><img style="border: 0 none;" src="http://c1.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/Pae091ad7/11419598_uhmKe.jpeg" alt="" width="181" height="260" /></a></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong><br /></strong></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:18179 2012-04-10T14:38:36 2012-04-10T13:42:13Z 2012-04-10T13:43:57Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>De quatro e molhada</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>de costas para o mundo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>e eu de frente para o mundo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>confronto-o</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Meu mundo falo duro</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que rompe o silêncio</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que abre as carnes</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que desliza mundo adentro</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que faz tua boca abrir</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>faz as cordas gemerem</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que faz astros nos olhos brilharem</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>e que faz dos mundos</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>meu e teu</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>um mundo único</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><strong>Corpos celestes em choque</strong></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><strong><a class="saportelink" href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/drfritis/fotos/?uid=sjTZgk3hHuWTsJ9TFuRE"><img style="border: 0 none;" src="http://c6.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/P4d0926fb/11405785_RnDZ8.jpeg" alt="" width="221" height="332" /></a><br /></strong></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:18099 2012-04-09T14:19:17 2012-04-09T13:25:33Z 2012-04-09T13:25:33Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>In the black eyes of the Queen</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Lives my dream...</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><a class="saportelink" href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/drfritis/fotos/?uid=k9yJmnNg0TKOrySl5PEk"><img style="border: 0 none;" src="http://c10.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/Pef09090c/11365300_HOGLy.jpeg" alt="" /></a></p> <p> </p> <p>for a angel, for @BelladonnaENT</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:17883 2012-01-23T22:38:37 2012-01-23T22:42:26Z 2012-01-23T22:42:26Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Falo em tua boca um nome</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>sujo trêmulo proibido</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que ressoa em teu corpo lago</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>como pedra que se atira</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>em espelho d’água</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>À margem do teu desejo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>brinco animal puro</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>mergulho fundo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>e solto meu cardume</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>na liberdade dos corpos</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong><br /></strong></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:17629 2012-01-22T20:22:12 2012-01-22T20:25:57Z 2012-01-22T20:58:31Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Um desejo latente</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>uma mente que planeja</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>o prazer</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Escondidos entre a multidão circulam</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>executivos amantes</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>religiosos sádicos</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>legisladores voyeurs</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>professores masoquistas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>profissionais do nada em busca</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>de algum sentido</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>A união formal é uma invenção</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>moral</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que não vale</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>em nosso jogo</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>A pele prevalece</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>num mundo de papéis</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>sem valor</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Dispa-se</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>coloque sua máscara</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>suba no palco</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>nosso show vai começar</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a class="saportelink" href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/drfritis/fotos/?uid=Gl1ueJiiMwBC0jEWRv8v"><img style="border: 0 none;" src="http://c5.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/B35079ace/9910975_iP4ae.jpeg" alt="" width="299" height="374" /></a></p> <p><strong><em>@FabiCasada</em></strong></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:17391 2012-01-14T11:58:41 2012-01-14T12:01:58Z 2012-01-14T16:33:25Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>O que eu quero é simplesmente querer como me quer</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>te pegar com fome</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>com a mesma fome minha</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Saudade daquele beijo que pode machucar... sabe?</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>é sim</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>é isso que é bonito e</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>é o gás para tudo o mas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>o mais</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Aquele pelo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>apelo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>pego pelos cabelos</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que quase corta os lábios</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Aquele abraço indo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>para a cama</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>para não largar mais</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>(poesia? Então vai)</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>indo para cama</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>para não largar mais</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>nem nesse antes</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>muito mesmo no durante</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>nem no depois</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>digo, muito menos</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>a força</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>o tapa</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>o seu pau no meu rosto...</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>é só parte desse abraço</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>desse contato</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>dessa necessidade</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>dessa falta</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Você me grudar</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>me esfregar esse seu pau</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>eu te afogar nos meus seios</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>é tudo uma cosia só...</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Nada pensado nada</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>orquestrado</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>só uma necessidade</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>vontade</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>uma consequência</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>tanto de um sentimento quanto de carne</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>carne mesmo, verdade</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>não se pode negar</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>a carne pede contato</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>toque</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>esse amasso...</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>essa fricção...</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>fricção...</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>me fazer gozar gostoso</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #666699;"><em><strong>*texto escrito pela madrugada, de autora anônima.</strong></em></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:16996 2011-12-10T12:27:32 2011-12-10T12:34:18Z 2011-12-10T12:34:18Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>I</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Um sol que nasce num horizonte bélico</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>nossa guerra de sentidos</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>II</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Te beijo onde o sol não bate</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>te penetro onde amor não entra</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>III</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Mar em fúria contra as pedras</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>bate</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong><a class="saportelink" href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/drfritis/fotos/?uid=0SyZUQj8kvKR380R92fL"><img style="border: 0 none;" src="http://c3.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/Bf107ad6b/9588295_jY8DE.jpeg" alt="" width="398" height="353" /></a><br /></strong></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:16815 2011-12-03T18:04:02 2011-12-03T18:15:29Z 2011-12-03T18:15:29Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Minha felicidade mora</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>entre tuas pernas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>compasso aberto que circunda</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>a lua em delírio</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Constelação em gozo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>de gâmetas cometas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que cruzam teu universo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>em contração</strong></span></p> <p> </p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:16429 2011-11-20T03:42:25 2011-11-20T03:43:59Z 2011-11-20T03:43:59Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Sexo ocasional</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>habito normal</strong></span></p> <p><strong>Não há nexo</strong></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>no que é animal</strong></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:16161 2011-10-31T12:56:37 2011-10-31T12:57:28Z 2011-10-31T12:57:28Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Brota a vida</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Começo da estrada</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Viva xoxota</strong></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:15944 2011-10-13T23:59:45 2011-10-13T23:00:37Z 2011-10-13T23:00:37Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Corre o sangue corre e enche</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>rente o falo fala quente</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>sente a pele molhada</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>arrepiada olha escorrendo salgado</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>o suor</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>o desejo em estado líquido</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>o animal puro</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que somos</strong></span></p> <p> </p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:15626 2011-10-01T15:42:08 2011-10-01T14:43:50Z 2011-10-01T14:53:11Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Num barco sem velas, sem norte</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>só com o desejo, navego a deriva</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>sem sorte, guiado pelas estrelas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>leitosas ladies da noite</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Amar moroso no mar revolto</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>a correnteza me arrasta à areia</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>a água está viva entre as fendas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>frestas e pedras, carne</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Vênus brilha e baila</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>suores salinos misturam-se</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>As Três Marias sacrificam astros menores</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>bacantes rasgam o céu e bebem seu sangue azul</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>meu corpo flutua entre espumas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>pelas mãos dos mitos é oferecido</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>e entregue às sereias e aos signos</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que ao nascer do sol se deitam</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>em meu peito</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Anoitece novamente</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>e os sinais dos rituais resplandecem</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>na imagem do Cruzeiro</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>ao sul de nossos pensamentos</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong><a class="saportelink" href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/drfritis/fotos/?uid=vZALNlcyYt1vB0YluJwL"><img style="border: 0 none;" src="http://c9.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/B0107f205/9227151_7CmR8.jpeg" alt="" width="400" height="234" /></a><br /></strong></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:15610 2011-09-21T02:19:17 2011-09-21T01:20:30Z 2011-09-21T01:20:30Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>O cheiro doce e úmido da pele tua</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>nua que espera o toque quente</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>rente e íntimo que aumenta o ritmo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>num átimo, do corpo, da pulsação</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Fricção animal sobre a cama</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>dama da sociedade que revira puta</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>luta com o macho pelo prazer</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>fazê-lo acontecer no quarto</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>O ato final do filme, o gozo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>no fosso dilatado e úmido</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>unido ao falo agora contraído</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>caído, satisfeito, em paz</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Jazem os amantes na oca oca</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>e as bocas dividem num ataque</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>o acre gosto contido</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>nos fluídos, no que sobrou de nós</strong></span></p> <p> </p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:15164 2011-09-04T18:31:05 2011-09-04T17:34:10Z 2011-09-04T17:43:46Z <p> </p> <p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">Meu poema <em><a href="http://contosdofritz.blogs.sapo.pt/14450.html" target="_blank">Vul</a></em></span><em><a href="http://contosdofritz.blogs.sapo.pt/14450.html" target="_blank">va</a></em> foi lido pelo pessoal do <em>Vulva Fúcsia</em>, no final do programa. Sou grato pela leitura.</strong></p> <p><strong><br /></strong></p> <p> </p> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: center;"><object id="utv38473" width="480" height="296" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="flashvars" value="loc=%2F&amp;autoplay=false&amp;vid=17028220&amp;locale=en_US&amp;hasticket=false&amp;v3=1" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="src" value="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/viewer.swf" /><embed id="utv38473" width="480" height="296" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/viewer.swf" flashvars="loc=%2F&amp;autoplay=false&amp;vid=17028220&amp;locale=en_US&amp;hasticket=false&amp;v3=1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" /></object></div> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: center;"></div> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: left;"><strong></strong></div> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: left;"><strong><a href="http://vulvafucsia.blogspot.com/">http://vulvafucsia.blogspot.com/</a> - <em><a href="http://twitter.com/#!/vulvafucsia" target="_blank">@vulvafucsia</a></em></strong></div> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:15094 2011-09-03T02:40:56 2011-09-03T01:43:27Z 2011-09-05T13:47:46Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>O arrepio na pele</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>de uma fêmea faminta</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>um desenho um adorno</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>cor corpo contorno</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>menina divina</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>caçadora entre os teus</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Domadora dançarina</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Chris x-tina</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>a escolhida por Deus</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: center;"><a class="saportelink" href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/drfritis/fotos/?uid=M625et26guc8zRraQwc7"><img style="border: 0 none;" src="http://c3.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/Pef07f678/9037565_aIuFP.jpeg" alt="" width="177" height="260" /></a></div> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: center;"></div> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: left;"></div> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: left;"><strong>Chris Lima</strong></div> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><a href="http://twitter.com/chrislimatop" target="_blank">@ChrisLimaTop</a> <a href="http://twitpic.com/mtkw5">http://twitpic.com/mtkw5</a> </em></strong></div> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: left;"></div> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: left;"></div> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: left;"><strong><em>Fotografia</em></strong></div> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: left;"><strong><em>Luiz Aguiar - <a href="http://twitter.com/laguiar" target="_blank">@laguiar</a></em></strong></div> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:14817 2011-08-30T21:53:17 2011-08-30T20:57:39Z 2011-08-30T21:00:22Z <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Elas podem ter todos os defeitos do mundo, mas têm o que a gente quer!</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <div class="saportecontainer saportepreserve" style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lTgPTCVOi6k" width="425" height="344" frameborder="0"></iframe></div> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong><br /></strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong><em>E o que é que a gente quer? (B.U.C.E.T.A.)</em> do álbum <em>Foi bom pra você?</em> de 1994.</strong></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:14450 2011-08-26T14:27:57 2011-08-26T13:33:22Z 2011-08-26T13:33:22Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Vitória</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>virgem viva</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>ventre</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>veludo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong> </strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Vulva vadia</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>vagina valente</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>veemente volumosa</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>viscosa voraz</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>vital</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Vaca vulgar</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>víbora volúvel</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>vodka vagabunda</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>valsa vã</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>varão vassalo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>vilã viciada</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Vênus</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>verão vivo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>vale verde</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>vista vasta</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>viagem voluptuosa</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Vinho velho</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>verso</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>valor</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Vida</strong></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:14271 2011-08-22T15:37:31 2011-08-22T14:39:26Z 2011-08-22T14:39:26Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>A noite se abria no movimento de suas pernas </strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>grossas pecaminosas infinitas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>e o brilho morto das estrelas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>emolduravam teu corpo lascivo e jovem</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Que saudades que tenho da minha puta</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Suas mãos corriam até mergulharem</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>lábios seios sexo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que me exibia liso e rosa carne</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>querendo quente pulsando</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>expulsando todo o frio e a derrota</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Que saudades que tenho da minha puta</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Suas coxas apertavam e espremiam</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>o gozo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que sobrava em seus olhos</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que me mostrava entre os dedos</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que lambia satisfeita</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que alimentava o pouco que éramos</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Que saudades que tenho da minha puta</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Que sonora gemia fêmea</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que linda contorcia-se fêmea</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que satisfeita ofegava fêmea</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>e enchia meus escravos ouvidos</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>com sons úmidos de fêmea</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Que saudades que tenho da minha puta</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Era um mundo construído</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>e constituído de vontades animalescas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que faziam meu sangue pele correr</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>percorrer pelos meus rios e mares</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>até alagar o deserto e o homem que sou</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Que saudades que tenho da minha puta</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Mas no ordinário passar dos dias</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>nosso jogo não teve mais vitórias</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>monótonos sucumbimos ao banal</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>e derrotados</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>desistimos do poder lúdico</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que proporcionávamos aos nossos restos</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>O solitário e sujo tempo venceu</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Que saudades que tenho da minha puta</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que partiu...</strong></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:13833 2011-08-19T14:25:11 2011-08-19T13:28:22Z 2011-08-19T13:28:22Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Entre panos e apelos</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>pedidos e peles</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>peço em teus lábios abios</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>desejo entre pêlos e entro</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Dentro desnudo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>mudo quente mundo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>rente profundo querer</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Crer que posso tê-lo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>esparramo em teu pêlo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>novelo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>meu prazer</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong><a class="saportelink" href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/drfritis/fotos/?uid=6v8UQBYlfiSVH23MlZNu"><img style="border-color: initial; display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-width: 0px; border-style: none;" src="http://c9.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/B99072ede/8964297_8qfZD.jpeg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a><br /></strong></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:13613 2011-07-07T17:17:25 2011-07-07T16:20:14Z 2011-07-07T16:20:14Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Corpo de curvas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que aos olhos não turva</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>fêmea propícia</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>ao amor e malícia</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>O homem se curva</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>aos teus pés a carícia</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>na cama desnuda</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Loira delícia</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><em>à @loira_delicia</em></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:13503 2011-06-20T00:18:58 2011-06-19T23:21:14Z 2011-06-19T23:21:14Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>O tempo todo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>desejo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>beijo beijo beijo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>mordo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>motejo</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>depois</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>fodo fodo fodo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>gozo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>festejo</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>O amor morto</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>descansa em meu peito</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>feito</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>do jeito</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>que o diabo gosta</strong></span></p> <p> </p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:13107 2011-06-10T15:00:22 2011-06-10T14:03:47Z 2011-06-10T14:03:47Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Eu falo</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>em tua boca</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>De gole em gole</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>engole</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>meu mundo</strong></span></p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:12849 2011-03-20T14:57:29 2011-03-20T15:07:53Z 2011-03-20T15:24:09Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Pernas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Pele</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Prazer</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Só pernas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Só elas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Só</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Com elas</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Delas faço parte</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Faço arte</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Com elas faço</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Nelas me desfaço</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>E não disfarço</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Os olhos que querem</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>A língua que quer percorrer</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>E morrer</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Aos pés</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Das pernas</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><strong><a class="saportelink" href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/drfritis/fotos/?uid=z4YegCqz3mUOuY4Z32Kz"><img style="border: 0 none;" src="http://c8.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/B03065c6c/8210482_Iez4D.jpeg" alt="" width="500" height="347" /></a></strong></p> <p><strong><br /></strong></p> <p> </p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:12627 2011-03-13T22:53:42 2011-03-13T22:55:16Z 2011-04-02T02:50:18Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Se todas as Rosas fossem como a tua</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Carne leve</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Orvalho quente que nasce da noite</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>E não esfria na manhã</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Escorre pelo caule e faz a grama arrepiar</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Se todas me apertassem assim</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Só com desejo, sem espinhos</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Estrangulamento doloso e sem crime</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Se todas tivessem o cheiro a tua</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Cheiro que me puxa</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Enche minha boca d’água</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Faz a língua correr livre e de olhos fechados</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Se todas as Rosas fossem assim...</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Valeria à pena ter um jardim.</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Todas as outras viraram</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Erva-daninha</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Depois que a </strong></span><strong>tua</strong></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Virou minha.</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:contosdofritz:12481 2010-12-18T00:29:41 2010-12-18T00:30:31Z 2010-12-18T00:30:31Z <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Então me morde</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Morde meu ombro e beija</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Beija meu pescoço e acerta</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Acerta a minha boca</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Na certa de que é tua</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Arranha minhas costas</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Usa tuas unhas pintadas de vontade</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Olha em meus olhos, bêbados de você:</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Vinho do porto, ora vinho barato (meu barato)</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>E no ato ata-me...</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Entre pernas e suor</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Somos sussurros e urros</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Animais puros</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Depois deite ao meu lado</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Contaremos as estrelas que se abriram a nós</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Campo celeste de luz leitosa</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>E riremos da Lua voyeur que se masturbava</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Ao som do nosso amor</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Amor que ecoa</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Contamina</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>O universo todo...</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>No revezamento diário e eterno</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Dos astros</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Deita-me no teu hoje</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Acorde-me no teu amanhã</strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>Até o final dessa minha vida quase terrestre</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>P.S.: sim, você me inspira muito...</strong></span></p>