tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49860746124171540252012-02-16T17:27:28.832Zno intervalo da memóriaXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-69912164361728590742011-04-26T03:24:00.000+01:002011-04-26T03:25:52.736+01:00Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-84303202853223526962011-04-24T01:26:00.006+01:002011-04-24T01:35:17.241+01:00 Mikael Jansson para Interview, Maio 2010Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-82919880733905534232011-04-24T00:41:00.006+01:002011-04-24T00:49:28.417+01:00Picture by David Lynch; shoes by Christian Louboutin. Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-81401675571456697022011-04-18T03:16:00.005+01:002011-04-18T03:39:35.445+01:00 Interview, December/January 2011 Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-51510104841680912822011-04-03T14:48:00.006+01:002011-04-03T14:57:47.612+01:00 Baptiste Giabiconi by Karl Lagerfeld, Purple Magazine 2009Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-69466516114215863162011-04-03T14:39:00.002+01:002011-04-03T14:46:39.546+01:00 Karl Doyle, Secret Desires Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-21021024364192214922011-03-31T04:38:00.014+01:002011-04-01T00:51:54.432+01:00 China Girls, Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott, March 2011 issue of Interview MagazineXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-80376079913721839442011-03-31T04:02:00.001+01:002011-03-31T04:05:04.100+01:00Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-10238487581914406542010-07-11T03:00:00.013+01:002011-04-01T01:02:38.497+01:00 thomas ruffXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-42962975839577971692009-11-19T14:49:00.013Z2011-03-31T04:59:51.988+01:00 Eu paro.Eu paro de desejar-te no momento em que deixares de entrar no meu quarto. E de deitar-te ao meu lado. No momento em deixares de entrar na água quente do meu banho Para as tuas mãos tocarem a minha pele em brasa E a tua boca os meus seios.A tua língua. Eu páro quando acabares de beijar-me por dentro com o teu silêncio.E a tua ausência deixar de me alimentar. Por agora, termina o que Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-71500113149653088042009-11-11T10:13:00.003Z2011-04-01T01:03:58.677+01:00Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-32384391893080621222009-10-28T00:09:00.011Z2009-11-11T10:18:30.363ZDizia-te do minuto certo. Do minuto certo do amor. Dizia-te que queria olhar para os teus olhos e ter a certeza que pensavas em mim. Que me pensavas por dentro. Que eu era a tua fantasia, o teu banco de trás. [...] Mas eu nunca gostei de clichés. Nem de quartos de hotel. Nem de camas que não conheço.Eu nunca abri as pernas no liceu, entendes?[...] Queria que quisesses de mim esse minuto certo, Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-54240583780840717722008-12-22T14:17:00.019Z2011-04-01T01:05:11.478+01:00 insecure, I felt like the road was way too long Cause love is noise and love is pain Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-57022413825846614892008-12-13T01:57:00.005Z2009-10-28T00:30:04.333ZEu quero foder foder achadamente/se esta revolução não me deixa foder até morrer é porque não é revolução nenhuma[…]a relação entre as pessoas deve ser uma troca/hoje é uma relação de poder(mesmo no foder)/a ceifeira ceifa contente[…]a gestora avalia a empresa pela casa de banho[…]o choro da bebé não impede a mãe de se vir/a galinha brinca com a raposa/eu tenho o direito de estar triste (adília Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986074612417154025.post-50311506924668017122008-05-29T00:00:00.012+01:002011-04-01T01:09:59.848+01:00AGENT PROVOCATEUR footwear Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02037395605182224224noreply@blogger.com1