tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16075893158152296522024-02-20T00:03:14.012+00:00Universos QuestionáveisUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-50017936391319811182011-08-15T20:31:00.002+01:002011-08-15T20:33:50.758+01:00(Im) perfeição<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_K-BmcN2LKoOssLJEdTTNHtUzbTdY748ruwhp_0erS-7kV6wUDqHBSbtmGXYoRyYJYeZudh2eBEuxLwjH2AUdQuIUCTaBOWtkrYtszXC1vJh_uN_ewOQHivHoGp4lE4qUauUhqPs7NNU/s1600/9+jjj9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_K-BmcN2LKoOssLJEdTTNHtUzbTdY748ruwhp_0erS-7kV6wUDqHBSbtmGXYoRyYJYeZudh2eBEuxLwjH2AUdQuIUCTaBOWtkrYtszXC1vJh_uN_ewOQHivHoGp4lE4qUauUhqPs7NNU/s400/9+jjj9.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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A vida é bela... mas não é perfeita...<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-29410336990580742092011-05-04T21:56:00.004+01:002011-05-04T22:03:39.939+01:00Orfeu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmebUIFscQP4BBNdz9y_cxEYRkuh1JHi8BsldhClfS1QrtpfX5arf9pfrV16a5ZzlYX3tIN08JDiyyK1iEGl4L12s6XDLmkxPq1Qc4qW48m9ZQAqi8ztvCjKHpbc38c1pqEnlIgg9y3Q/s1600/Diapositivo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmebUIFscQP4BBNdz9y_cxEYRkuh1JHi8BsldhClfS1QrtpfX5arf9pfrV16a5ZzlYX3tIN08JDiyyK1iEGl4L12s6XDLmkxPq1Qc4qW48m9ZQAqi8ztvCjKHpbc38c1pqEnlIgg9y3Q/s320/Diapositivo1.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">O desespero pela morte de Eurícide, sua amada e esposa, levou Orfeu a descer e a entrar no Mundo dos Mortos, encantando e adormecendo Cérbero, o cão de três cabeças com a melodia da sua lira. Orfeu pretendia resgatar Eurícide, morta pela picada de uma serpente e trazê-la de novo à vida. Pela agonia e beleza da sua música, Hades comoveu-se e autorizou Orfeu a levar Eurícide para o mundo dos vivos, mas com uma condição: que não olhasse para ela, até que estivessem de novo à luz do Sol. Então, Orfeu partiu pelo caminho íngreme, tocando músicas de alegria e celebração, guiando a sombra de Eurídice de volta à vida. Mas quando atingiu a luz do Sol Orfeu não resistiu à curiosidade e dúvida e olhou para trás, para se certificar de que Eurídice o estava seguindo. E pela sua fraqueza viu Eurícide a tornar-se de novo fantasma e a sua imagem diluir-se no ar, perdendo-a para sempre...</div><div style="text-align: center;">CarlaSofia</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-59933898216640559342011-04-13T09:38:00.001+01:002011-04-13T09:39:26.971+01:00Pura Evidência<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QJHWTMDtLmfvFdHNF86vY2OYo97C3B2NupR08tmd1NLrtBScJEf0dprOMn9VHZDwpHY8XwOaIqZab9_yzQwzVyeZRWorltSiEpdq3ZBkT8fqc6i3sTArth4UAdbujIwmW1xhyphenhyphenDDEHLg/s1600/IMG_92729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QJHWTMDtLmfvFdHNF86vY2OYo97C3B2NupR08tmd1NLrtBScJEf0dprOMn9VHZDwpHY8XwOaIqZab9_yzQwzVyeZRWorltSiEpdq3ZBkT8fqc6i3sTArth4UAdbujIwmW1xhyphenhyphenDDEHLg/s400/IMG_92729.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Ainda há quem não entenda que o mais importante da vida é gratuito, que está em toda a parte, por vezes até mesmo debaixo dos nossos olhos... Ainda há quem não saiba que o amor é uma energia à espera de ser impulsionada e por onde passa, deixa uma marca. Ainda há quem não saiba que o amor cura! e nos faz sorrir! e nos faz sentir parte de um todo! Ainda há quem não saiba que dentro de si reside uma capacidade infinita e ilimitada para amar! Ainda há quem não saiba que o Amor gere Amor! E que a energia deve ser recíproca! Eu pergunto, como é possível ainda haver quem não saiba esta pura evidência? É o amor que nos faz sentir vivos!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Carla Sofia</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-64759206367893272672011-04-10T18:37:00.002+01:002011-04-10T18:38:52.499+01:00À parte<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2fsdOU6byzbFPokJB3kYhZSdtoNhHWTrOxyVSG_8AihFpZc4-ZO7hShbJ4i0X5kHBYBiPnJKS_JSi-LQ8-fv5LOMZ4oGKw6Vznqu85G6RHXR67GCHMncvEnaF7vH_OnTeDTuG0JF8nU8/s1600/charlie9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2fsdOU6byzbFPokJB3kYhZSdtoNhHWTrOxyVSG_8AihFpZc4-ZO7hShbJ4i0X5kHBYBiPnJKS_JSi-LQ8-fv5LOMZ4oGKw6Vznqu85G6RHXR67GCHMncvEnaF7vH_OnTeDTuG0JF8nU8/s400/charlie9.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="color: #351c75;">Há uma parte de mim que insiste em se distanciar, como se o mundo fosse um lugar que não me serve... é demasiado apertado... Mas eu sou eu e não uma parte... um eu, um mundo, cada vez mais à parte. </div><span style="color: #351c75;">CarlaSofia</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-80356358788628488552011-03-28T18:09:00.000+01:002011-03-28T18:09:49.590+01:00Fluir<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZ5hVDmhtsd5evsEWxUat0gVhs87kRjjsEueHUB1_NE9PrW8NG-UhMVuZNwP-rKrs_a39rLMOwbZV0yAz3_e4YzdhCBSv1FE1EiuPh1evoh74ZRlIT14srhwBghu-NQo6kOqu8GCZH8w/s1600/IMG_9365+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZ5hVDmhtsd5evsEWxUat0gVhs87kRjjsEueHUB1_NE9PrW8NG-UhMVuZNwP-rKrs_a39rLMOwbZV0yAz3_e4YzdhCBSv1FE1EiuPh1evoh74ZRlIT14srhwBghu-NQo6kOqu8GCZH8w/s400/IMG_9365+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Despede-se o Inverno, espreita a Primavera tímida.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">É tempo de abandonar o casulo, de respirar a terra e deixar fluir a energia.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">CarlaSofia</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-80533541778032731442011-03-06T12:38:00.000+00:002011-03-06T12:38:05.003+00:00Estarás aqui?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lkcdbIBIMQrSyCeK1lZTtCi-P-pjWASuEogB9nTt0R2s1HBjolpWx10mDSKXW_0fiu_fvsj0MF_wx7ejMb_T48HSo9jVP41w-c9pVdLPbz6uXK44qvfFtvkEygaEgHF-N5s92Nd5b1U/s1600/IMG_9094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lkcdbIBIMQrSyCeK1lZTtCi-P-pjWASuEogB9nTt0R2s1HBjolpWx10mDSKXW_0fiu_fvsj0MF_wx7ejMb_T48HSo9jVP41w-c9pVdLPbz6uXK44qvfFtvkEygaEgHF-N5s92Nd5b1U/s320/IMG_9094.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b>Pai</b>,<br />
ontem consegui olhar para as nossas fotografias, imagens cristalizadas num tempo à parte.<br />
Não chorei... pela primeira vez não chorei...<br />
procuro todos os dias fazer as pazes com Deus, deixar-te ir, aceitar...<br />
mas nego a mim mesma este facto<br />
dizem que o tempo ameniza... talvez<br />
mas o luto dura uma vida inteira<br />
tenho medo de te deixar ir...<br />
mas é um passo que vou ter de dar mais cedo ou mais tarde<br />
e o que ficou por dizer?<br />
ficou tanto por dizer...<br />
será que me ouves neste silêncio<br />
talvez seja verdade que sempre me conheceste até bem melhor que eu própria<br />
às vezes fico cansada e exausta<br />
sem chão<br />
mas eu SEI que tu vives em mim<br />
e que a melhor forma de te honrar é viver<br />
levantar a cabeça e seguir em frente...<br />
tenho tantas saudades tuas<br />
Estarás aqui?<br />
CarlaSofiaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-26787209772744344512011-02-08T23:58:00.000+00:002011-02-08T23:58:57.303+00:00Entrega<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42xPzkMrM9sjNVp67VYNzgkBmwgvjs_1cidYZEdoRDvM9mldgrKfMMha2CsFcglyY7xlIESgLIpf2B0KnZX4PR-p5e9PnxAVQ0kFJE8XKoNqhNWf0fAbTrThk9_908VKaAUzvcAPUBPo/s1600/DSC017829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42xPzkMrM9sjNVp67VYNzgkBmwgvjs_1cidYZEdoRDvM9mldgrKfMMha2CsFcglyY7xlIESgLIpf2B0KnZX4PR-p5e9PnxAVQ0kFJE8XKoNqhNWf0fAbTrThk9_908VKaAUzvcAPUBPo/s400/DSC017829.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Entrego o coração, recolho a paz.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">feliz</span> e isso é tudo quanto me basta e tudo o que desejo a todos vocês.<br />Bom Ano Novo!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-88906762604755402062010-10-02T08:27:00.006+01:002010-10-02T08:47:12.000+01:00Raízes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrtMQCuarsSYa0cd213qijGhE0ORwVNY4NWlASzyKY0MpJm247wugnV6IxGCcgr5eUJ3hESa2tOFMJ0AYBwkql0BVLxG-vg6XeTiHkbPmTZhe2FfkDkzgvEV0PSOD18ZX9v8sRuU5qq3g/s1600/DSC016859.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrtMQCuarsSYa0cd213qijGhE0ORwVNY4NWlASzyKY0MpJm247wugnV6IxGCcgr5eUJ3hESa2tOFMJ0AYBwkql0BVLxG-vg6XeTiHkbPmTZhe2FfkDkzgvEV0PSOD18ZX9v8sRuU5qq3g/s400/DSC016859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523348024874187442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9X5uJ8QT_J4RVEGLn1qJGDb_43CzcWkENhD8b-G1osVkilCBDfa6NwVukwhIXhwQ3xtRkWswjY8p0VeNRMKB-TvW46McpCE8iIOeoV2Ncj_ZcjKEUJjb_15BjNpt2EYaPRdDkSax1VUo/s1600/DSC016849.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9X5uJ8QT_J4RVEGLn1qJGDb_43CzcWkENhD8b-G1osVkilCBDfa6NwVukwhIXhwQ3xtRkWswjY8p0VeNRMKB-TvW46McpCE8iIOeoV2Ncj_ZcjKEUJjb_15BjNpt2EYaPRdDkSax1VUo/s400/DSC016849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523347509872354418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Vou plantar uma árvore que crescerá até ao Céu,<br />vou regar todos os dias a terra,<br />para que o seu tronco, os seus ramos e folhas sejam fortes e inabaláveis, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">ainda que possam sofrer desgastes das intempéries. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">E tal como os ramos, também as </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >raízes</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"> irão tornar-se cada vez mais amplas,<br />procurando o alimento da terra,<br />construindo alicerces..., sem os quais essa árvore não teria suporte.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Eu quero que essa árvore seja </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >enorme</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">,<br />abrigo e alimento de pássaros, sombra agradável, lugar mágico e acolhedor...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >CarlaSofia</span><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-40720895905152690812010-09-23T17:32:00.008+01:002010-09-23T19:36:52.462+01:00O Lugar da Transmutação<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2scdY4wkKQaOt1yE3QfxURujruYAUemu6GB1scVdXxS9avMCegyhayGd3LwVocSSR4xZssTS6MnBgwCm-u-z3jmPufVdtARgtoaAWjAZVFTlBYXcT3QG-72ARM6FevlfYZs6FXaYQ30/s1600/DSC015909.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2scdY4wkKQaOt1yE3QfxURujruYAUemu6GB1scVdXxS9avMCegyhayGd3LwVocSSR4xZssTS6MnBgwCm-u-z3jmPufVdtARgtoaAWjAZVFTlBYXcT3QG-72ARM6FevlfYZs6FXaYQ30/s400/DSC015909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520149079675221906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Na cadência do dia, em prenúncio de Outono e por entre os choupos solitários, solta-se um bando de garças em pleno voo de liberdade, cruzando os verdes campos de arroz. A meu redor, apenas a quietude das folhas que se soltam, em espiral, adormecendo no chão de cor quente. O silêncio é amplo e profundo, quebrado de vez em quando pelo coaxar das rãs. E sempre que aqui estou, há uma parte de mim que morre. Os meus pensamentos viciados, são escritos nos detalhes dos troncos, os meus sonhos inacabados, lançados às copas das árvores e as minhas decepções mergulhadas nas águas escuras e densas de onde nascem as sementes do arroz...<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">É sem dúvida o meu lugar perfeito para transmutar...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Carla Sofia<br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-87632193710616615242010-09-16T18:32:00.006+01:002010-09-16T19:27:35.751+01:00Borboleta Nocturna<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexCXbgJ0EaCVNha9M3LvJlf6a6m6CyIak4S1D41Bc74JTrs4BFOqGcnN6JINBnc8HYYymwu-5WF6lG-3P3j9RBdcW-5EgfNHzntVFk-I9emN27nqqObLRHTXVYzwXuYY1Sftuz1IlZ2Q/s1600/DSC013439.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexCXbgJ0EaCVNha9M3LvJlf6a6m6CyIak4S1D41Bc74JTrs4BFOqGcnN6JINBnc8HYYymwu-5WF6lG-3P3j9RBdcW-5EgfNHzntVFk-I9emN27nqqObLRHTXVYzwXuYY1Sftuz1IlZ2Q/s400/DSC013439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517566089991452354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Pequena borboleta da noite que se esconde na sombra da Lua.<br />Asas de seda num corpo frágil.<br />Alma infinita em constante metamorfose.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><br /></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-62350745316596439892010-09-02T23:38:00.002+01:002010-09-02T23:52:37.053+01:00Rebanho<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidWEcj_nE3xSl3Dd7FwuK0VYlQZ0El8gIy5zZq-KfaI0EMgrOtgaY_3jRU7a3ryfBeusFGZbhk7suNAhiC9um7V-MJaYGdsM_CjV-r6aYqkE00U-mLHnL_8NCiOwRkE3PjZbXmWwN7UnE/s1600/DSC002589.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidWEcj_nE3xSl3Dd7FwuK0VYlQZ0El8gIy5zZq-KfaI0EMgrOtgaY_3jRU7a3ryfBeusFGZbhk7suNAhiC9um7V-MJaYGdsM_CjV-r6aYqkE00U-mLHnL_8NCiOwRkE3PjZbXmWwN7UnE/s400/DSC002589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512449707702210130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQsQo3kJdzOSx2Nnv9827LIf0xxH1y3hv9UpzHzLrdRkOJ-VCpBwSAglNK0UqEmwuQBEsZuC3IqusmErIGW7RnitgvL30q4yk4KFwwZP5ATIUX1WIVGePL7RqEE-9e-7MUHa6dGzuaAtc/s1600/DSC002289.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQsQo3kJdzOSx2Nnv9827LIf0xxH1y3hv9UpzHzLrdRkOJ-VCpBwSAglNK0UqEmwuQBEsZuC3IqusmErIGW7RnitgvL30q4yk4KFwwZP5ATIUX1WIVGePL7RqEE-9e-7MUHa6dGzuaAtc/s400/DSC002289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512449496762878754" border="0" /></a>Quem somos e o que fazemos aqui,<br /> insatisfeitos e preocupados, procurando incessantemente algo fora de nós próprios, rodeados por uma multidão totalmente incógnita, perdida, dispersa e desencontrada?<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-78480403181792059882010-08-15T19:50:00.005+01:002010-08-17T08:45:58.329+01:00Entre Mundos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vcKMiiQ6eI3xOvfk4gfKmTk4DE6U0lFKeTHAi1lPC84Yb6097vuX1zL6lfT7hNKdWJnNGuWMoOPlGVB1mZIX5MCcklPEKS2RzeMm_CufaFoJmFe2zUPSLeiNgHBmeNeGIvchrGXc1h4/s1600/DSC013909.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vcKMiiQ6eI3xOvfk4gfKmTk4DE6U0lFKeTHAi1lPC84Yb6097vuX1zL6lfT7hNKdWJnNGuWMoOPlGVB1mZIX5MCcklPEKS2RzeMm_CufaFoJmFe2zUPSLeiNgHBmeNeGIvchrGXc1h4/s400/DSC013909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505712095519093122" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">E enquanto o Sol pulsa por detrás de um véu feito de cores cinza,<br />o meu pensamento vagueia à mesma velocidade que da luz.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Imagens surgem e sobrepõem-se na mente rodopiante, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">cuja imaginação semeia mundos paralelos, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">toca a orla do possível, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">alcança paisagens inimagináveis,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">vislumbra as portas do infinito.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Situo-me no meu mundo entre mundos.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Espaço entre, lugar intermédio...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">lugar onde fico e vagueio, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">sonho, construo, alcanço, semeio, colho,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">e transformo </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">novos paralelos, possíveis, paisagens e infinitos particulares</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">mundos do mundo entre mundos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">onde me </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">encontro</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">, me perco e me volto a encontrar.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">é este o meu lugar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">e é só meu...<br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-19728855667009318712010-07-30T07:34:00.008+01:002010-07-30T08:33:06.180+01:00Padrões<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Cada padrão em cada ser vivo,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">expressa a criatividade e a </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">inteligência</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> infinita que existe no Cosmos.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRicTwy_kdGfq3STGYH2d5I6Oww-1AxBeu6ki8s-iIDmR27ad1NY4dCYogOVWHs6ZeubktDh7Rr0Kp0GqaBk3kT1NjaCpY1yK45xa7FBEJlGRF-G1VqWAi_wUVTXrVVTGNsIeyHuudDeI/s1600/DSC010189.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRicTwy_kdGfq3STGYH2d5I6Oww-1AxBeu6ki8s-iIDmR27ad1NY4dCYogOVWHs6ZeubktDh7Rr0Kp0GqaBk3kT1NjaCpY1yK45xa7FBEJlGRF-G1VqWAi_wUVTXrVVTGNsIeyHuudDeI/s400/DSC010189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499587052438266674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30d3JYSWUUayrRdKkAzoLxIxh7r5PyhAbM2irlCgkvecSLJr3gNq3vFlXTa8dSxuF2Uab9MCX6EuxYflg9Bjh5coNyN6KceqvFW5sacX9pHyuzQqewbD0_xL27AecD5bwJxG4zkA3CI4/s1600/DSC009989.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30d3JYSWUUayrRdKkAzoLxIxh7r5PyhAbM2irlCgkvecSLJr3gNq3vFlXTa8dSxuF2Uab9MCX6EuxYflg9Bjh5coNyN6KceqvFW5sacX9pHyuzQqewbD0_xL27AecD5bwJxG4zkA3CI4/s400/DSC009989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499590519460931538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCwRPKaqfYuNAPkawcsUu3JkMhkUUgvvCA0jaU_k97Q5XVrL3fVIIweEKG8nz8ITHkjzNU_dNY0s-OF9kyPKP8HGGEquqKyCf95F2oQNJs7erRMrpthXC-vtDo8Wms0CHsdT7_Mj3cUGg/s1600/DSC009939.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCwRPKaqfYuNAPkawcsUu3JkMhkUUgvvCA0jaU_k97Q5XVrL3fVIIweEKG8nz8ITHkjzNU_dNY0s-OF9kyPKP8HGGEquqKyCf95F2oQNJs7erRMrpthXC-vtDo8Wms0CHsdT7_Mj3cUGg/s400/DSC009939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499585815909397970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglksvP2NbI-VAIImIUlUcY6XB2Rpnif0F-t8JjghL1p4YyFsvxTAunwjZ4xQyPBWjPYN4SYBpzSXB4kD5mRM7Ys4u1ohLqpagxWubk418UAwIu9EzAzKYhbdosZl8ocggSWpY8Olpo76Y/s1600/IMG_727099.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglksvP2NbI-VAIImIUlUcY6XB2Rpnif0F-t8JjghL1p4YyFsvxTAunwjZ4xQyPBWjPYN4SYBpzSXB4kD5mRM7Ys4u1ohLqpagxWubk418UAwIu9EzAzKYhbdosZl8ocggSWpY8Olpo76Y/s400/IMG_727099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499584151575887330" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">A Natureza reveste o mundo de cor e de contraste, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">tornando cada ser (belo), ímpar e único, protegido e camuflado no seu habitat. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Assim, é fácil perceber que a Natureza nos dá as ferramentas iniciais para vivermos no mundo, tantas vezes desconfortável, cruel e violento...<br />mas nossa sobrevivência <span style="font-weight: bold;">depende</span> da sabedoria - padrões internos de experiência.</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-85038991594933488642010-07-23T15:12:00.002+01:002010-07-23T15:15:51.394+01:00Eu e Tu<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFOuDmXiU4nnx7mqBPO75CzIXT5gNMLdCK1J7MIXwK4hbUXKLtzlXUu6A-I39VYt-cqijij9z7gkP0Yh1J-jqf_Fyw1L9VE0ZPOufYksqYTc4FBGr7hUBpEu-JmvtcLK3inD_-JWI8PQ/s1600/DSC009609.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFOuDmXiU4nnx7mqBPO75CzIXT5gNMLdCK1J7MIXwK4hbUXKLtzlXUu6A-I39VYt-cqijij9z7gkP0Yh1J-jqf_Fyw1L9VE0ZPOufYksqYTc4FBGr7hUBpEu-JmvtcLK3inD_-JWI8PQ/s400/DSC009609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497104865498806722" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Eu e Tu, que parecemos iguais, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">somos afinal tão diferentes... e no entanto, temos a mesma essência...</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-38353020332329133922010-06-30T23:28:00.011+01:002010-07-01T10:09:36.635+01:00Vida<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdpX7FbWM9HN61h-pf5GgNNq-SkWC_gKFJN7dOHjZplBSmP2padFiwh23fGNA8V9AzicafKPep8_viejDBfZifOt-4mEFl3e0uclDqGkYEdmTz36ALVGBRh4kHtXM4zAFVMRAaZKqfU0/s1600/Diapositivo1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdpX7FbWM9HN61h-pf5GgNNq-SkWC_gKFJN7dOHjZplBSmP2padFiwh23fGNA8V9AzicafKPep8_viejDBfZifOt-4mEFl3e0uclDqGkYEdmTz36ALVGBRh4kHtXM4zAFVMRAaZKqfU0/s400/Diapositivo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488697894737966242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-O_0ICanrWVQwYRN2QIhuEmQB6fatZiyYcjxjF0RzztsBIh8N_ZOXCMiQk_23W18TKpOOXkzZL2wzMopp0u-W10Hkzpd4Ag-qDy1LqhFaYAxAKLysiQhDu1gvYzen79CpdjUlafrIfY/s1600/Diapositivo2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-O_0ICanrWVQwYRN2QIhuEmQB6fatZiyYcjxjF0RzztsBIh8N_ZOXCMiQk_23W18TKpOOXkzZL2wzMopp0u-W10Hkzpd4Ag-qDy1LqhFaYAxAKLysiQhDu1gvYzen79CpdjUlafrIfY/s400/Diapositivo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488697805636319602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Como se a vida pudesse ser apenas definida como luz.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Uma luz que brilha, porque também existe escuridão.</span> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><br />Uma luz que ilumina a beleza mas que torna visível o lodo em que muitas vezes nos vemos mergulhados.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Uma luz que aquece corações apaixonados e entrelaçados pelas redes do Amor.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Uma luz que também nos queima e fere, quando existe desilusão, desgosto, solidão...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><br />Uma luz intermitente, como a chama de uma vela que se assemelha à instabilidade das nossas emoções.</span> <a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKIq2g3MeqAqM0rabJtaTzmIy5JECUJpWVs6a9_MiugQIRPo3HujJqkhjxAwRuvHGBsHEWBLwgR1d78r5x7b7FKzveBNXB_B7DmdlMm5Y47ORZePfaYT3axDoB5ZmLfESRxOJD7qMsqw/s1600/Diapositivo3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKIq2g3MeqAqM0rabJtaTzmIy5JECUJpWVs6a9_MiugQIRPo3HujJqkhjxAwRuvHGBsHEWBLwgR1d78r5x7b7FKzveBNXB_B7DmdlMm5Y47ORZePfaYT3axDoB5ZmLfESRxOJD7qMsqw/s400/Diapositivo3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488697696750473362" border="0" /></a><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEine8M82ymCeeQIBp7qBJbeAM-0HIzXS6sAxUpEDP3d4Up0r5QXQR8TcP0pp-PzcyHXkFCKYrph39ma8AxkrM-LkZI1l8i55IXk6XIJvKutKo51p9Wo0x6WHhjiBUS0cFN2bxEvsu2m9z0/s1600/Diapositivo4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEine8M82ymCeeQIBp7qBJbeAM-0HIzXS6sAxUpEDP3d4Up0r5QXQR8TcP0pp-PzcyHXkFCKYrph39ma8AxkrM-LkZI1l8i55IXk6XIJvKutKo51p9Wo0x6WHhjiBUS0cFN2bxEvsu2m9z0/s400/Diapositivo4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488697412872312658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><br /><br /><br />Ou uma luz demasiado ofuscante que nos cega, desorienta e limita...</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><br /><br /><br />Mas talvez a vida seja essa luz protectora,<br /><br /><br /><br />como a luz de um farol </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">que nos encaminha a um porto de abrigo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Como a luz das estrelas que permite aos navegadores seguir o seu rumo, seja ele qual for.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><br /><br /><br />Todos tentamos fazer da nossa vida uma vida de cor e sentido, de propósito.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJeDfT0taihhQHmMtHSwuYTuki6f1ri-bLRIMRhFBNveQa0URyCd2cx1Ti_XoLP1WmpnQGb3ubv72_x2YxDu4WFqC9bp-4CynMkR3I-LJVY4bfHKjTkoI60ioJauX0aW5rhJBAAfF5tw/s1600/Diapositivo5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJeDfT0taihhQHmMtHSwuYTuki6f1ri-bLRIMRhFBNveQa0URyCd2cx1Ti_XoLP1WmpnQGb3ubv72_x2YxDu4WFqC9bp-4CynMkR3I-LJVY4bfHKjTkoI60ioJauX0aW5rhJBAAfF5tw/s400/Diapositivo5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488705510184900834" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Todos tentamos encontrar um pouco dessa luz, calorosa e acolhedora,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">como aquela luz que pinta o pôr-do-sol e faz rolar uma lágrima de felicidade...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Até sempre...</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-863070725730441412010-06-23T22:46:00.003+01:002010-06-23T22:52:55.573+01:00Arquitectura do Mar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DnNLBNoW5pDd_5mdE2_fghPLCBiVwux044f30UJetsuf3WKJzihbxlD_2065PYqR_zqvI3UU74YYQGAY3Cwqsa_jMWFT9_BWPYhNsdq4WFaiZ-nG8PIxyjM_xW_SqK6VJh8KS1jEczQ/s1600/conchas1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DnNLBNoW5pDd_5mdE2_fghPLCBiVwux044f30UJetsuf3WKJzihbxlD_2065PYqR_zqvI3UU74YYQGAY3Cwqsa_jMWFT9_BWPYhNsdq4WFaiZ-nG8PIxyjM_xW_SqK6VJh8KS1jEczQ/s400/conchas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486089401250414066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOwWZieKz05zQutuYz-OyfZ5bISEA5WziJ05KDc4hxpfG0B0wJKka5-faP6lzayHsz0D_EoFzH3C93WlekdOTq-PD3xOtd582YiQ9IDFCrHAAHso_fWHUL-6llXA6mNqdkmUQMmZ1cvs/s1600/IMG_69079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOwWZieKz05zQutuYz-OyfZ5bISEA5WziJ05KDc4hxpfG0B0wJKka5-faP6lzayHsz0D_EoFzH3C93WlekdOTq-PD3xOtd582YiQ9IDFCrHAAHso_fWHUL-6llXA6mNqdkmUQMmZ1cvs/s400/IMG_69079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486089263825332770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4b0A9lZZRrl5d_GnPoEY4Vq5ZxwUj3lcLIS85gPf_fDHTD73pOlJj_c1bomJ5oDSPS7j2AWvB5aQd807GXOWFuTxSWcSYIXtmX8MJ1hX-_5w50BmmmSECbdUr9ZdRANHy6CorDtbuazE/s1600/conchas21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4b0A9lZZRrl5d_GnPoEY4Vq5ZxwUj3lcLIS85gPf_fDHTD73pOlJj_c1bomJ5oDSPS7j2AWvB5aQd807GXOWFuTxSWcSYIXtmX8MJ1hX-_5w50BmmmSECbdUr9ZdRANHy6CorDtbuazE/s400/conchas21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486088901329631058" border="0" /></a>Mar generoso, cheio de vida,<br /> liberta pedaços de si mesmo em pequenas obras de arte.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-91037105192885227232010-06-16T20:57:00.005+01:002010-06-16T23:55:19.492+01:00Estrelas em Flor<div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">«Ver... o céu numa flor silvestre...»<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[William Blake]<br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnhza5sIWy5A6d7qdJ0H6QZBGB1_j7181oaR17equw1NN9v-P9grUZOTvJScL7H93snzWtYJc-AIszTkVL7SRadOl0KKsGCnu_S4cfMs7_W6YK33HyspCQyZRtzLrqR9JMs5tb3oU_WHM/s1600/DSC009679.jpg"> </a></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZTckwEk_L5uDqEDiWwyRUbIN8ScdCuFjRRwxkbHy7Z0vBXqcxWufhv0TD4iw9AiZrQ4u7W084G0uHdnnhmilIldV1kETLzPBaVlNHF0p81WOErCSVWAyWmL5BQ1t2Go3r6lPjnbTmaA/s1600/DSC009679.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZTckwEk_L5uDqEDiWwyRUbIN8ScdCuFjRRwxkbHy7Z0vBXqcxWufhv0TD4iw9AiZrQ4u7W084G0uHdnnhmilIldV1kETLzPBaVlNHF0p81WOErCSVWAyWmL5BQ1t2Go3r6lPjnbTmaA/s400/DSC009679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483466015185277682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">O céu estava tão cheio de luz, que lançou sementes de estrelas por todo o espaço.<br />Muitas desceram à Terra, criaram raízes e floriram...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-62908276503420223962010-06-12T20:21:00.002+01:002010-06-13T12:21:43.406+01:00Da minha janela... um pedaço de céu.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheYs3r54D7Kw4OJ_iehSYNxwndsl6h6UfKxkg8hxa-xAkeT2tgF3P55MBx3HrOH0SQo8YCbG_t-C6ksjRGfNrFkl_UzMQkAPlo-hsoo0EZu-uOOlfxqQBWqNgDnOQPrAfRbXaoj7rh61Q/s1600/3636513.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWU9Qr6TP7W8jqNNTuXtXNDK5UH8CYDXJdGaI2flX8vNgstHBslhjid-QbJtsYCzAQfjI1VFLp0ZGtDA2FzHGPzTbC0ttfkpMhe9srwWJQjjS1s7tUex3PVDJIk477Z3oEwp6HCctpzNY/s400/ceu4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470466224798238066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Hoje, as fotos não são da minha autoria, mas sim de três amigas da blogosfera. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Eu tinha curiosidade em saber o que viam das suas janelas. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">E para todas há sempre um pedaço de céu...</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Obrigada à <a href="http://cuidandonossocanteirointerior.blogspot.com/">Chica</a>, à <a href="http://sofiaomeumundo.blogspot.com/">Sofia</a> e à minha irmã <a href="http://nomeiodosdias.blogspot.com/">Catarina</a></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-34703456382624860142010-06-01T13:28:00.004+01:002010-06-01T13:44:04.666+01:00Memória do Bosque<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_UxtaZ3P4FpbT8qGtrd7MxEIvbKnRTkS7g9B0j6mJs7XKjG-ICTVM3bBdD15LxP0PSIVb-jCeU1bDpPKzb5xZ-TAG4vc5S_A2b9ZwFv6R4sz_emfgxk4o1nUKPYJYo3IADoL0BFgf5I/s1600/IMG_31509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_UxtaZ3P4FpbT8qGtrd7MxEIvbKnRTkS7g9B0j6mJs7XKjG-ICTVM3bBdD15LxP0PSIVb-jCeU1bDpPKzb5xZ-TAG4vc5S_A2b9ZwFv6R4sz_emfgxk4o1nUKPYJYo3IADoL0BFgf5I/s400/IMG_31509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477781879203834738" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >Bosque...<br />refúgio e lugar sagrado,<br />espaço de comunhão e de ausência de palavras,<br />pleno de sentimento.<br />Sempre que precisares, fecha os olhos e estarás lá.<br />Conseguirás decifrar a brisa que desce a Serra em direcção ao mar,<br />tocando as copas dos cedros,<br />murmurando uma linguagem ancestral.<br />Nesse instante saberás que a tua alma ali pertence e que nunca estarás só...</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">CarlaSofia</span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-53791885376361832152010-05-19T17:28:00.004+01:002010-05-19T17:36:11.290+01:00O Cisne<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >«Sentia-se perfeitamente feliz, mas de nenhum modo orgulhoso, pois um bom coração nunca fica orgulhoso! Pensara como fora perseguido e ofendido e ouvia agora todos dizerem que era a mais bela de todas as aves belas. E os lilases curvavam os ramos para a água, para ele e o sol brilhava tão quente e agradável! Então as penas agitaram-se-lhe, o pescoço elegante elevou-se e alegrou-se de todo o coração: -tanta felicidade nunca sonhei, quando era o patinho feio...»<br /></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">O Patinho Feio</span>, H.C. Andersen<br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHrcZyXcfl0qJXFp_Qan6YKt02mlTdTUmP1WnTNMpFClQxZ5F7Taovf2e6wqVgbD1sKoCNHQToaukkZPsFgWqjM6Akm1O5I3_oHoM6etfRj7-RvW9BhxPEkN3d0_GKmxDic6ez7fHxE4/s1600/cisne.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHrcZyXcfl0qJXFp_Qan6YKt02mlTdTUmP1WnTNMpFClQxZ5F7Taovf2e6wqVgbD1sKoCNHQToaukkZPsFgWqjM6Akm1O5I3_oHoM6etfRj7-RvW9BhxPEkN3d0_GKmxDic6ez7fHxE4/s400/cisne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473019018239310898" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Tudo o que é belo, mais cedo ou mais tarde, revela-se...</span><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-41186256476653655832010-05-08T09:32:00.001+01:002010-05-08T10:42:21.300+01:00Flor de Esteva<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ptsdqhJEd07waVgiZgDl516qJ29aL-fzW3yo0mbdiTsl_yEuZFCOtIG_L9xu_R2UJ3Y0yz8E51l4qeWT20W9BacOYbh8n6EsWTqJYaBNgK3TAEpN021yg7mCg57oDjnIL6jjsicYX0k/s1600/DSC00161-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ptsdqhJEd07waVgiZgDl516qJ29aL-fzW3yo0mbdiTsl_yEuZFCOtIG_L9xu_R2UJ3Y0yz8E51l4qeWT20W9BacOYbh8n6EsWTqJYaBNgK3TAEpN021yg7mCg57oDjnIL6jjsicYX0k/s400/DSC00161-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467330240273817042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Eu espalho a fragância do campo. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Sou feita de <span style="font-style: italic;">papel de seda</span> branco amarrotado e dentro de mim, brilha um Sol dourado.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Cinco raios de cor escarlate dão o detalhe final em cada pétala.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Nasço nos arbustos de onde se extrai o ládano, uma resina aromática.<br />Sou a flor de Esteva e trago comigo a Primavera.</span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-69542104586468163252010-05-03T00:12:00.005+01:002010-05-03T00:36:34.377+01:00Tesouro do Mar<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0A6k0mFgTfGweZxeFFO0RmByWLK_qs4fyuo9oUbfwTzoQ7DvHyzpAgubVazkpdRsq29K-biRNe-1eSQhaQ8nLml9qoqIXAPFqPjE4f1oiaInQfwuMG2EkqRe5QnafO4mr4rw-MudifHY/s1600/P1010332(2)9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0A6k0mFgTfGweZxeFFO0RmByWLK_qs4fyuo9oUbfwTzoQ7DvHyzpAgubVazkpdRsq29K-biRNe-1eSQhaQ8nLml9qoqIXAPFqPjE4f1oiaInQfwuMG2EkqRe5QnafO4mr4rw-MudifHY/s400/P1010332(2)9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466814673555562626" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Guardo as marés e as vagas do oceano na espiral do sonho. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">É o som do mar eternizado num búzio adormecido que brilhou diante de mim.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Trouxe este tesouro do mar e ofereci-o... a quem me ofereceu a vida.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" >(obrigada à mana que tirou a foto do tesouro do mar nas minhas mãos)</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607589315815229652.post-18027393439757011892010-04-27T19:20:00.002+01:002010-04-28T08:27:53.461+01:00Cor Esmeralda<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDmx3eIlr8VR8F7FTw8-69yVhrN-rhXQiomqw1jui74NXsmllqS3vgd2Uaocj54zK03SUGwC235ph9Me39XnKs-Zao1DyatyMgLsxwg5g_ZPnYFb6f4eV7uzV292X97oiqxDobYlSnEcA/s1600/DSC004779.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDmx3eIlr8VR8F7FTw8-69yVhrN-rhXQiomqw1jui74NXsmllqS3vgd2Uaocj54zK03SUGwC235ph9Me39XnKs-Zao1DyatyMgLsxwg5g_ZPnYFb6f4eV7uzV292X97oiqxDobYlSnEcA/s400/DSC004779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464880265354526018" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">sou pequenino, mas não menos importante,<br />de cor esmeralda...<br />ó para mim a desafiar a gravidade.<br /></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYnc3se7mT2Dnf72t7DrLfXVmLQvo5ejboU7LgRuuIxZXKtIrYS4s_wtX6Ior3yrbA_xoYpnJYaGlmYKJefjzggFcQo7EHVDvisqruDT2Mx7YHQU4jx8DEojQY9vEMDSc93P2pbReYscQ/s1600/DSC004799.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYnc3se7mT2Dnf72t7DrLfXVmLQvo5ejboU7LgRuuIxZXKtIrYS4s_wtX6Ior3yrbA_xoYpnJYaGlmYKJefjzggFcQo7EHVDvisqruDT2Mx7YHQU4jx8DEojQY9vEMDSc93P2pbReYscQ/s400/DSC004799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464879930006440722" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">a passear e a explorar as flores</span>,</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTa_jXa7lfbewXcEOm5VrEDza2ch4hWVmurIdcpyRIKSfpehhFJ31F5qLWLvKNhXEiA3zst_C-Be7iUzWrb9z8mrtWr9TPby1ZEof5no0KLnE5B43GFLtyi_uMxDAeoeeNflLZBif-6HE/s1600/DSC004809.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTa_jXa7lfbewXcEOm5VrEDza2ch4hWVmurIdcpyRIKSfpehhFJ31F5qLWLvKNhXEiA3zst_C-Be7iUzWrb9z8mrtWr9TPby1ZEof5no0KLnE5B43GFLtyi_uMxDAeoeeNflLZBif-6HE/s400/DSC004809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464879606209385522" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >(este é o meu melhor ângulo)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9uOm5Ivp_l4DlxjZ59hL_3xFO6dqSJ_LSfGT4CVmjtPxF9e1oU8EFDfbAl-mw_emcpp-vXw9zmQ3o3n97XNvD0yhWikKmF36gF5RusDwGvupzYafW3hSksSCBBKH2-F9J6fsHpXLBruY/s1600/DSC004999.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9uOm5Ivp_l4DlxjZ59hL_3xFO6dqSJ_LSfGT4CVmjtPxF9e1oU8EFDfbAl-mw_emcpp-vXw9zmQ3o3n97XNvD0yhWikKmF36gF5RusDwGvupzYafW3hSksSCBBKH2-F9J6fsHpXLBruY/s400/DSC004999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464877890573637922" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >e a namorar...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com29