tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77318936886756131032024-03-13T00:24:05.996-07:00A magia do ser por Lu Port-auxLuciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-56498195921670180362016-07-28T09:16:00.003-07:002016-07-28T09:20:29.513-07:00Matéria sobre Lu Port-aux<a href="http://acoisatoda.com/2016/07/20/lu-port-aux-dicas-e-trajetoria-de-uma-burlesca-brasileira/">http://acoisatoda.com/2016/07/20/lu-port-aux-dicas-e-trajetoria-de-uma-burlesca-brasileira/</a>Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-68903663364576967842015-12-24T16:42:00.000-08:002015-12-24T16:42:52.791-08:00Feliz Natal!Deu saudade do blogger. Ando me dedicando a página e ao instagram.<br />
Deu saudade de sentir saudade rsss.<br />
Sigam minha página<br />
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Feliz Natal!!!<br />
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Olá amores estive ausente do blog...Tentarei ser mais frequente...<br />
Me sigam no Instagram: lu.portaux<br />
Minha página profissional<br />
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Bisous e até breve.Novidades à vista marinheiros e senhoritas<br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Ao G1, ela disse: <b>“Estou muito feliz com meu corpo. Prefiro ser feliz do que ser magra</b>“. Ao UOL, ela contou: “<b>A mídia vende um padrão estético, mas somos humanos. O mais importante é estar saudável”</b>.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eu já passei na pele tantas vezes a cobrança do corpo
perfeito...Conclusão ser magra...Mulheres, como a Ellen e tantas outras
tem a tendência a ficar do nada mais cheinha...É cruel o que fazem
conosco mulheres...Ser gostosa virou sinonimo de
GORDA...Cobranças...Comentários maldosos...Me nego arduamente a ser
escrava da balança e do bisturi...Gosto de ficar bem, as vezes fico mais
cheinha...Foda-se...Ellen é linda e daqui a pouco estará
magérrima...Porque, senão ficará sem trabalho...Eu também já estou na
dieta, para ser aceita...mesmo vomitando aos quatro ventos, que não me
importo...No final das contas nós mulheres somos escravas, com ou sem
burca.(Lu Port-aux)</span></span></span></span>Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-79487693600274332662015-02-19T09:58:00.001-08:002015-02-19T20:53:24.061-08:00Solar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Passeio lânguida em tua relva<br /><br />Enquanto, adormecido e febril<br /><br />Entoa meu nome, entre dentes brancos<br /><br />Acorda meu varão selvagem!<br /><br />Toma sua polaca nos braços...<br /><br />Não percebes? <br /><br />Já sou tua, antes do teu desejo<br /><br />Meus cabelos de ouro passeiam, pelo teu corpo<br /><br />Escorrego nas costas do varão prometido<br /><br />Quero ser tua<br /><br />Senhora, rainha, chinoca, solar<br /><br />Enquanto, reclamas a minha ausência<br /><br />Permaneço ao teu lado faceira<br /><br />Aqueço teu corpo junto ao meu...<br /><br />Sou o sol, que te beija todas as manhãs<br /><br />Me pega, enlaça, beija<br /><br />Te quero meu senhor<br /><br />Acorda do seu torpor, pare de teorizar<br /> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sou tua,<br /><br />Senhora, rainha, chinoca, solar( Lu Port-aux)</span></span><br />
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Recebi um gesto carinhoso do nada...Penso eu ser um dos os melhores presentes se receber.<br />
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Agradeço meu querido Mago.<br />
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Educado sedutor e generoso em suas manifestações, para comigo.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">O mistério da lua,</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Você Luciana.</span></span><br />
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(Ps: Ruborizada e feliz, por tanto carinho...E ter uma certa noção: qual é a imagem, que passo, para o leitor e seguidor)<br />
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<br />Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-91021087206112336752015-02-02T11:48:00.003-08:002015-02-03T11:17:57.127-08:00Não se limite e deixe os estereótipos e preconceito de lado...Ou melhor jogue-os fora!!!<span style="font-size: large;">Mon Dieu!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Trabalho com<b> ARTE</b>...Jornalista, Atriz, Produtora e Pin-up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">(Sou OUSADA e PERFORMÁTICA)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Adoro brincar de poetisa, mas é despretencioso.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sou uma mulher COMUM...Tenho leitores, que curtem minhas brincadeiras, desvaneios e trabalhos.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mulheres, que ficam animadas, em perceber, que qualquer mulher pode ser bonita...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Homens passeiam em volta dos meus textos atordoados, com minhas curvas.(Afinal sou real tenho curvas e gosto delas. Aceito meu corpo e minha personalidade)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Porque fico semi-nua em fotos? Existe maior nudez, que expor sentimentos tão profundos em palavras?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="st"><i>O CORPO</i> é a <i>SOMBRA </i>de minha alma.( Clarice Lispector)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="st">Sou apenas Artista..<b>.Não sou modelo e nem uma Maria Madalena dos tempos modernos.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="st"><br />Ninguém é obrigado entender a VERDADE do OUTRO.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="st">Mas evite julgamentos pela CAPA.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="st">Enfim...Sou isso uma MALUCA FELIZ E LOUCO É QUEM ME DIZ...</span></span><br />
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E lúbrica aos meus braços, e nos seios<br />
Me arrebata e me beija e balbucia<br />
Versos, votos de amor e nomes feios.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Essa mulher, flor de melancolia<br />
Que se ri dos meus pálidos receios<br />
A única entre todas a quem dei<br />
Os carinhos que nunca a outra daria.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Essa mulher que a cada amor proclama<br />
A miséria e a grandeza de quem ama<br />
E guarda a marca dos meus dentes nela.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Essa mulher é um mundo! — uma cadela<br />
Talvez... — mas na moldura de uma cama<br />
Nunca mulher nenhuma foi tão bela!</span></span></div>
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Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-81518096839854841632014-12-30T23:33:00.000-08:002014-12-30T23:41:09.792-08:00Feliz ano 2015 - O Novo!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Do nada as coisas se transformam isso não é bom nem mal"Oswaldo Montenegro</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Feliz 2015 aos meus queridos leitores!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Um beijo doce da Pin-up Lu Port-aux...</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">" Dê chance ao novo, que vem lá...Logo ali... Vejam O Novo!</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Chega do nada como chuva quente de verão.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Umedece a terra...Planta a semente... Que não tarda a germinar.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Aguardo de braços abertos </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Logo ali adiante está o futuro!"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Lindo, doce, quente e amoroso futuro!!!</span></span></span><br />
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Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-91770051140381782542014-12-12T17:23:00.000-08:002014-12-12T17:54:59.552-08:00Resposta de Lu Port-aux sobre a Nudez<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;">“Aquele, o qual nunca vi. Tarda ao ponto da minha dúvida sangrar.Um dia chegará e dirá: Repousa no meu peito e adormece, pequena.”Luciana Port-aux</span></span><span style="background-color: black;"></span> </span></span><br />
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Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-69972653332735773252014-11-28T22:40:00.003-08:002014-11-29T13:23:35.734-08:00Essa moça...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Essa filha do ouro.Bela de Oxum tida como A resolvida. A forte. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Na verdade é uma menina, que ama o amor, o vento e o mar.(Lu Port-aux)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">De manhã cedo essa senhora se conforma<br />
Bota a mesa, tira o pó, lava a roupa, seca os olhos<br />
Ah. como essa santa não se esquece de pedir pelas mulheres<br />
Pelos filhos, pelo pão<br />
Depois sorri, meio sem graça<br />
E abraça aquele homem, aquele mundo<br />
Que a faz assim, feliz<br />
De tardezinha essas menina se namora<br />
Se enfeita se decora, sabe tudo, não faz mal<br />
Ah, como essa coisa é tão bonita<br />
Ser cantora, ser artista<br />
Isso tudo é muito bom<br />
E chora tanto de prazer e de agonia<br />
De algum dia qualquer dia<br />
Entender de ser feliz<br />
De madrugada essa mulher faz tanto estrago<br />
Tira a roupa, faz a cama, vira a mesa, seca o bar<br />
Ah, como essa louca se esquece<br />
Quanto os homens enlouquece<br />
Nessa boca, nesse chão<br />
Depois parece que acha graça<br />
E agradece ao destino aquilo tudo<br />
Que a faz tão infeliz<br />
Essa menina, essa mulher, essa senhora<br />
Em que esbarro toda hora<br />
No espelho casual<br />
É feita de sombra e tanta luz<br />
De tanta lama e tanta cruz<br />
Que acha tudo natural.(Elis Regina)</span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">As horas passam lentas nas noites quentes de Havana</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">O quarto quase vazio sob a luz da lua e do pequeno abajour</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Meus dedos percorrem o teclado procurando inspiração</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">O suor salgado começa a escorregar da minha nuca</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Odor de incenso de mel mesclado ao meu cheiro de rosas</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Albert King abafado pelos latidos dos cães na rua vazia</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Abro bem as cortinas e encosto no parapeito</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Uma viagem ao tempo entre casas coloniais e cadillacs</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Um casal bêbado percorre a calçada dançando uma salsa imaginária</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sou beijada pelas noites quentes de Havana</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">O hálito da noite provoca um torpor, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Com um leve odor de charuto cubano e mojito</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">O negro da noite toca minha pele branca e enxuga o meu suor</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sopra ao pé do ouvido segredos raros de La Habana Vieja</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Solta meus cabelos de sol e beija a minha boca pequena</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Danço para a lua, com a boca molhada de whisky</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Não estou mais sozinha na noite vazia</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">A poesia está ali, solta, percorrendo o quarto colonial</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ela fala de paixão, odores, sabores e canções</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Os segredos raros de La Habana Vieja</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Casais embriagados de poesia nas noites quentes de Havana</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Blues, whisky e poesia ( Poesia Lu Port-aux)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Foto Arquivo Pessoal: Projeto En Cena Abajour.</span></span><br />
<br />Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-51051165315753030322014-11-07T21:24:00.001-08:002014-11-13T15:18:30.695-08:00Nua II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;">Corpo suspenso no ar<br />A bailarina flutua<br />Tão clara como a lua<br />Cheia de luz e graça<br />Passeia nos olhos<br />Cativos do varão<br />Nua <br />Acima do bem e do mal<br />Dança em volta <br />Do seu prometido<br />Entoa cantos raros<br />Bela sereia! Das águas profundas<br />Entrega-se perdidamente ao seu amante o Tempo.</span></span></span>Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-30911456191425871842014-10-30T10:20:00.002-07:002014-10-30T10:32:36.226-07:00Gata de olhos Grandes...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-68627773624221562512014-10-19T06:14:00.001-07:002014-10-19T06:15:51.591-07:00Medo de gente que mente contente...Repostagem, para mim um dos meus melhores textos.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ama a arte. Dentre todas as mentiras é a que menos mente."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">(Gustave Flaubert)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tenho passado boa parte dos meus dias acinzentados e noites enluaradas a refletir sobre a mentira. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Não chego a conclusão que preencha minha insônia cada dia mais constante. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A
menina que ainda insiste viver em mim, percorre desde os montes até a
pauliceia desvairada.Procurando a verdade, em vão, pobre criança.Ela em
certos momentos encontra o fio do novelo emaranhado da “verdade
absoluta”. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Puxa o
fio, ele arrebenta nas mãozinhas frágeis da criança interior.Em outras
um bom tanto do fio é percorrido, mas em certo momento fica preso em nó.
O cansaço, a descrença invade o coração infante e o novelo é
abandonado. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mas a
busca não cessa, há outros novelos pelo caminho. Pessoas de sorrisos
brancos tais como Willy Wonka, bradam aos quatro ventos “verdades
francas”. Incontestáveis verdades ou mentiras veladas? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Palavras de Aristóteles: Não ser descoberto em uma mentira é o mesmo que dizer a verdade." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">O
medo da teia de mentiras não me faz covarde, amarga ou descrente. A
mentira também pode ser um anestésico da alma, nos distancia do real,
que por deveras é insustentável ao “ser”. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sigo
avante o sol não tarde nos trópicos. Entre verdades absolutas e
mentiras de perna curta a menina passeia e a mulher coleciona
maturidade.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"A mentira nunca sobrevive até alcançar idade avançada."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">(Sófocles)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Texto: Lu Port-aux</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-81925155954678683372014-10-14T11:25:00.001-07:002014-10-14T12:37:09.099-07:00Moment Lady Macbeth<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My hands are of your color, but I shame<br />To wear a heart so white</span></span><span style="font-size: large;">.</span><span class="st"><i></i></span> Lady Macbeth -<span class="st"> William <i>Shakespeare</i> </span><br />
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A mulher sábia sabe guardar a 7 chaves. Teus mais doces mistérios!<br />
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<br />Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-72520564429504717282014-10-07T14:18:00.000-07:002014-10-07T15:45:03.012-07:00<div class="post_body">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Je m’appelle Lu Port-aux et je suis une pin-up. J’adore vintage et danse.</span></span><br />
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<b>Novo espaço voltado, para divulgar trabalhos da artista Lu Port-aux.</b><br />
<b>Em breve agenda de shows e espetáculos.</b><br />
<b>Fotos.</b><br />
<b>Vídeos.</b><br />
<b>Dicas, para mulheres ,que apreciam o estilo vintage. </b><br />
<b>Chat.</b><br />
<b>Sem faltar a doçura apimentada da escritora, atriz, dançarina e pin-up Lu Port-aux.</b><br />
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<b>Novo espaço: </b><br />
<b>https://www.tumblr.com/blog/luportaux </b></div>
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Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-18467225019883080922014-10-06T19:11:00.000-07:002014-10-06T23:39:11.447-07:00Escolho a Felicidade. Mesmo, que ela só dure meio-dia.<span style="background-color: white;"></span><span style="background-color: white;"></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">A tristeza não habita em mim...Ela me ronda como uma sombra.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nasci, para brincar solta ao vento.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Desenhar figuras raras na areia.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Acreditar, que amanhã terá chuva com Sol.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Corro...corro...corro rumo ao Arco-íris.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Escolho a Felicidade. Mesmo, que ela só dure meio-dia.</span></span></span><br />
<br />Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-12707147883775935172014-10-02T20:09:00.000-07:002014-10-02T23:26:22.301-07:00<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">“Quando um homem AMA uma mulher. Não permite, que fique solta no TEMPO.”</span></span></span><br />
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Luciana Port-auxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16821940385244899666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731893688675613103.post-77167909733206972882014-10-02T10:52:00.001-07:002014-10-02T10:55:43.004-07:00Atlas élémentaire d'anatomie<br />
A busca pela perfeição é imperfeita.<br />
A vaidade faz parte da graça de nós mulheres, mas precisamos aceitar nossas limitações.Não sou perfeita tenho curvas, como toda boa Pin-up. Amém! <br />
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<br /> Bons ventos me levem, para outras alegrias. Pedras sejam transformadas em doces.Amém!” </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Lu Port-aux </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Ps:<b><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;">Todas as fotos de arquivo,textos, poesias são de autoria da autora do Blog.</span></span></b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;">Um espaço sobre cultura, comportamento e trabalhos da artista Lu Port-aux.</span></span></b></span></span><br />
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