tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72445176172661447612024-03-05T00:22:30.579-08:00O nosso (outro) blogMartahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-13960260698394763762009-12-25T09:03:00.000-08:002009-12-25T09:09:39.289-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://quixotando.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/carne-tremula.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://quixotando.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/carne-tremula.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Baby!<br />I'm so alone<br />Vamos pra Babylon!<br />Viver a pão-de-ló<br />E möet chandon<br />Vamos pra Babylon!<br />Vamos pra Babylon!...<br /><br />Gozar!<br />Sem se preocupar com amanhã<br />Vamos pra Babylon<br />Baby! Baby! Babylon!...<br /><br />Comprar o que houver<br />Au revoir ralé<br />Finesse s'il vous plait<br />Mon dieu je t'aime glamour<br />Manhattan by night<br />Passear de iate<br />Nos mares do pacífico sul...<br /><br />Baby!<br />I'm alive like<br />A Rolling Stone<br />Vamos pra Babylon<br />Vida é um souvenir<br />Made in Hong Kong<br />Vamos pra Babylon!<br />Vamos pra Babylon!...<br /><br />Vem ser feliz<br />Ao lado deste bon vivant<br />Vamos pra Babylon<br />Baby! Baby! Babylon!...<br /><br />De tudo provar<br />Champanhe, caviar<br />Scotch, escargot, rayban<br />Bye, bye miserê<br />Kaya now to me<br />O céu seja aqui<br />Minha religião é o prazer...<br /><br />Não tenho dinheiro<br />Pra pagar a minha yoga<br />Não tenho dinheiro<br />Pra bancar a minha droga<br />Eu não tenho renda<br />Pra descolar a merenda<br />Cansei de ser duro<br />Vou botar minh'alma à venda...<br /><br />Eu não tenho grana<br />Pra sair com o meu broto<br />Eu não compro roupa<br />Por isso que eu ando roto<br />Nada vem de graça<br />Nem o pão, nem a cachaça<br />Quero ser o caçador<br />Ando cansado de ser caça...<br /><br />Não tenho dinheiro<br />Pra pagar a minha yoga<br />Não tenho dinheiro<br />Pra bancar a minha droga<br />Eu não tenho renda<br />Pra descolar a merenda<br />Cansei de ser duro<br />Vou botar minh'alma à venda...<br /><br />Eu não tenho grana<br />Pra sair com o meu broto<br />Eu não compro roupa<br />Por isso que eu ando roto<br />Nada vem de graça<br />Nem o pão, nem a cachaça<br />Quero ser o caçador<br />Ando cansado de ser caça...<br /><br />Ai, morena! Viver é bom<br />Esquece as penas<br />Vem morar comigo<br />Em Babylon... </span></div>de sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07267688870477372199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-40045169030170425512009-04-30T07:14:00.001-07:002009-04-30T07:25:10.873-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.twinpeaksgazette.com/tp/images/icons/wildatheart.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.twinpeaksgazette.com/tp/images/icons/wildatheart.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> our bodies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">speak for themselfs</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">in a language of sweat and heat.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">we write our names on each others hearts</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">as we dance naked and wild of desire</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">in the rain of pleasure that soaks</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">what's left of our wet bodies.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">speak to me words of love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">as we lie breathless</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">our bodies one.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">me and you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">the joy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">.</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>de sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07267688870477372199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-39271481821881124272009-04-30T07:04:00.000-07:002009-04-30T07:13:59.370-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.moviemail-online.co.uk/images/large/WildAtHeart_PUB05.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.moviemail-online.co.uk/images/large/WildAtHeart_PUB05.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">i decided to walk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">and set myself on the road</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">that would lead me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">to the end of lonelyness.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">the road was long and dangerous</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">but i learned from that journey.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">it tought me who i was</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">who i </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">am</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">and who i'm meant to be.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">and i finally found</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">what i was looking for.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">i found the meaning of Love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">and someone to share it with me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">i found you.</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>de sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07267688870477372199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-71062390989454954462009-04-29T12:21:00.000-07:002009-04-29T12:22:02.452-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnb9pLDSgKMXXV2M76FbkN6nVqYK_cIcfkbd2iHx5oqdTaCkD9hyphenhyphenTk1NtkhSOqcVRx45NFgnvQh4b-uEEWGmKLcDviE5H8Ke8RDh18aukCXnJrMe0Ur8cy-Zzj-0hA3fcYCGt8ZTcsXBd/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330195757634148946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnb9pLDSgKMXXV2M76FbkN6nVqYK_cIcfkbd2iHx5oqdTaCkD9hyphenhyphenTk1NtkhSOqcVRx45NFgnvQh4b-uEEWGmKLcDviE5H8Ke8RDh18aukCXnJrMe0Ur8cy-Zzj-0hA3fcYCGt8ZTcsXBd/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-73343628979320697422009-04-28T13:42:00.000-07:002009-04-28T13:47:41.045-07:00<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmrhlWC8lS8wcQVRpzynQ2GgnHpG42TVxD7c5PwrH4u51bgbGrue_yZN96Mp14jOmrvUqw9R3PCmEhukYQeVk0BOn5vr4pQEqRkysPAjN_pjNmctfyvtXRUqDc_aVXaywcKE3wtTA_Sn8R/s1600-h/Patos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329845863301229714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmrhlWC8lS8wcQVRpzynQ2GgnHpG42TVxD7c5PwrH4u51bgbGrue_yZN96Mp14jOmrvUqw9R3PCmEhukYQeVk0BOn5vr4pQEqRkysPAjN_pjNmctfyvtXRUqDc_aVXaywcKE3wtTA_Sn8R/s320/Patos.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"> Oeiras (Abril de 2009)</span><br /></p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">As coisas (e os animais também) aparecem-me sempre aos pares. Nunca me senti a procurá-lo, acho que os dois vêm até mim. PORQUÊ?</span></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-66170037801850600112009-04-28T13:38:00.000-07:002009-04-28T13:42:48.718-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_WsXU8k5_hwf5jhREESjtWt0Qsx-v-RAvozjp11HQC8NX5K_SwxcqyqPHGOo4Z31mjWiXjzFvSXmyrjLeunjNx9UD1PiKygJnYz3zDiy5ApOwuzg7y2yYirOvKr8ChIZFwhN1tSwn7bAD/s1600-h/Amor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329844992593129634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_WsXU8k5_hwf5jhREESjtWt0Qsx-v-RAvozjp11HQC8NX5K_SwxcqyqPHGOo4Z31mjWiXjzFvSXmyrjLeunjNx9UD1PiKygJnYz3zDiy5ApOwuzg7y2yYirOvKr8ChIZFwhN1tSwn7bAD/s320/Amor.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"> Sem palavras </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Oeiras, Abril de 2009)</span><br /><br /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-30353304127405574272009-04-28T13:12:00.000-07:002009-04-28T13:38:04.291-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Lld5qFNN1qJV81_5xDTOAbBomByI-JshvMNgr72ViseM1OJdQNl112XhqVhcPEhEUzLm-2alJB7EQp4OE88u0ZJ1FCjUatqCcQA86IwJaZHmmw44_TxqCJmDDdrC-Whn4wBLBcR80gQ-/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329843177554236786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Lld5qFNN1qJV81_5xDTOAbBomByI-JshvMNgr72ViseM1OJdQNl112XhqVhcPEhEUzLm-2alJB7EQp4OE88u0ZJ1FCjUatqCcQA86IwJaZHmmw44_TxqCJmDDdrC-Whn4wBLBcR80gQ-/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_73NVg1VzwNi3SyEr7j3gmS_jC-2QDi25G0lDCtx9smltQcI28eM291IB8E_CvKTnxzbVc9PL0Q-rr-YOnDwJpBamLyKMM24ogdLEPcwAnS91Wk3bU-V4_u4G7BMCuHuDBkAQpHHWTgQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LnZ3yXJWXtWtlMJ31zyrB4ZqJHUg3XkbAR5J8rX9w7H2jZSDM9Ir-gVJrH8Fg2cYUOA6XTbW0QyQN5L95cbKqny-mPsxrHQCtaxvMy8JwfC7pH-B2qv5M462u8m81RUTg2JtnYjB8UEG/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329841514921031362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LnZ3yXJWXtWtlMJ31zyrB4ZqJHUg3XkbAR5J8rX9w7H2jZSDM9Ir-gVJrH8Fg2cYUOA6XTbW0QyQN5L95cbKqny-mPsxrHQCtaxvMy8JwfC7pH-B2qv5M462u8m81RUTg2JtnYjB8UEG/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDNpvOtwt7_4JhJefuObmDE1aSqN7b6GKgu7BpAhKmm0smNDvel_VNSBUOQjA-Gdh7EFZzIFCEy5u1JpntrOFiz585oY8r-rAmhcg2UEDZvF_usDH08x-qsVOwFFblktBT99TveQRlaAmT/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329840984309511842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDNpvOtwt7_4JhJefuObmDE1aSqN7b6GKgu7BpAhKmm0smNDvel_VNSBUOQjA-Gdh7EFZzIFCEy5u1JpntrOFiz585oY8r-rAmhcg2UEDZvF_usDH08x-qsVOwFFblktBT99TveQRlaAmT/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Ponte D. Luis I (Abril de 2009)</span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Atravessando o Douro, liga as cidades de Porto e Gaia. Um exemplo das coisas maravilhosas que o Homem é capaz de fazer.</span><br /></div></span><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-82706137503474972782009-04-28T13:11:00.000-07:002009-04-28T13:12:27.030-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sinto-te<br /><br />nas palavras<br /><br />nos pensamentos<br /><br />nos silêncios<br /><br />e sorrisos<br /><br />e desejos.</span>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-10588618083483352722009-04-28T06:21:00.000-07:002009-04-28T06:32:09.830-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.channel4.com/film/media/images/Channel4/film/W/wings_of_desire_xl_02--film-A.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.channel4.com/film/media/images/Channel4/film/W/wings_of_desire_xl_02--film-A.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">in you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">i find poetry</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">without searching</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">moments of joy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">kept within</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">safe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>de sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07267688870477372199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-3982970031450783172009-04-28T06:14:00.000-07:002009-04-28T06:21:03.187-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.archweb.it/arte/artisti_P/Picasso_G/images/Pablo%20Picasso%20-%20Figures%20on%20a%20Beach.JPG"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.archweb.it/arte/artisti_P/Picasso_G/images/Pablo%20Picasso%20-%20Figures%20on%20a%20Beach.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">sinto-te</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">no calor das tardes quentes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">que me abraçam</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">vejo-te</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">no sorriso do horizonte</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">azul</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">ouço-te</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">no silêncio da espera</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">aqui</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">amo-te</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">sempre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">vem...</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>de sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07267688870477372199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-53066582811164556852009-04-26T14:21:00.000-07:002009-04-26T14:25:07.399-07:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>O Teu Olhar nos Meus Olhos</strong></span></div><p align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </p><div align="right"><br /><em>Sempre onde tu estás </em></span></span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Naquilo que faço </span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Viras-te agarras os braços</span></em></div><p align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> </span></em></p><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Toco-te onde te viras </span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">O teu olhar nos meus olhos</span></em></div><p align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> </span></em></p><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Viro-me para tocar nos teus braços </span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Agarras o meu tocar em ti</span></em></div><p align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> </span></em></p><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Toco-te para te ter de ti </span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">A única forma do teu olhar </span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Viro o teu rosto para mim</span></em></div><p align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> </span></em></p><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sempre onde tu estás </span></em></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Toco-te para te amar olho para os teus olhos.</em></span></span></div><p align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></p><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Harold Pinter, <em>in</em> "Várias Vozes" </span></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-14251408104377562782009-04-26T13:50:00.000-07:002009-04-26T13:55:54.408-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCP3yFyjwOC2DYh9aThRTRrpYDbyW7NJE53v6ZIJ1TJzQqWzDkdjI85FIkXbf0nhRDKnt1Ru_sGraOsyfNkOcFTrb-hFM0h3mfkEqex9zf2WRPABJEj-uYaUBmq2r7EcVs-scVIn3YJXM/s1600-h/pormenores+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329106279042923202" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY2Ch0yQjqEwmUnRDPB_mwXtdC6LExhUddKRCpSMTOYO4dQmwgNUUHLE6YM5NFZspzdjHXbLBD-I98DVNzyfwR5RDwAqyww7QR3SJKOkdw_571DYKWLvcDWQI-LoAp1ngAq0pWdr6MrnDx/s320/pormenores+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Pormenores - Porto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Abril 2009)</span></div><div align="center"><br /><div></div></div></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-87759939340452865372009-04-26T13:43:00.000-07:002009-04-26T13:50:03.644-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOsoT8SP7CzL0GZlodCbBcGEJX4FxRanzhoU1Hnf7koB7CFuKLgXEP0nGDq09c7cb6V0jxPEauUD10euuBXEesS1ceosdjms3LteeqGFZpfI5wPthd6rj0iIr0_hUVh4f_6Sxy3L6v6MIp/s1600-h/Casa+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329104831208030802" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-vLJj2NuPC9AemRqkyWdKHxswYL5ZYtG8Hf2tliC-D04662gcpFBJi6R2aYYxIAUYMSeWXjWwXRPd4SP9_E-7wHZznWvDC3aHsV86OS_s9F5r4ke2pQ0rMMib9XaGb0eziTWlQxmqoHl/s320/Casa+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">As casas da Ribeira</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">(Abril de 2009)</span><br /></span><div> </div></div></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-38183209138928093062009-04-26T13:20:00.000-07:002009-04-26T13:42:14.497-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58Ik80YTmUXEewUPZOEpn9kVP5eQ4V2AeZ2keiwReglG_3yZCkQpU0z59R50nE0FnQREHdApDuFCgySK8guIsDPB48ux4Bq6iiOTSfNQ8DfqW8QfgtcbV88rIseGxz_GA8FTkagJh3d67/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329102706125440274" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpzCGvAVkLKz-2gAbjrSgVvkdE7mYxJz3jmqog7pne4gejw-Fvjpqtfp53oYEbJcukBGnyLvCCEnchXJQR3BTjNpN_h2PwYizJoRFsAGPkJrzSeH2i7bCgKNf6GnGvRdPzySd2Y5yuz7uo/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Ribeira - Porto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Abril 2009)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-20230068191102906412009-04-26T13:16:00.000-07:002009-04-26T13:20:22.878-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">A Ribeira é assim:</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">"Ribeira do Porto, pintura</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">que todo o mundo venera</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">postal ilustrado, brochura</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">que nos aviva a quimera</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">O fascínio que te envolve</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">desperta em nós fantasia,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">maravilha que devolve </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">paz, amor e sinergia</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">A beleza tem limites...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Desta forma assim permites</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">a inveja a quem não tem</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">No seu país ou cidade</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">tamanha dignidade</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">e que receba tão bem."</span><br /><p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Gaspar Silva</span></p>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-62027845240004413262009-04-26T12:41:00.000-07:002009-04-26T13:03:15.404-07:00<div align="justify"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Uma vez mais viajo de comboio. Romântico, <em>pouca terra pouca terra</em>, estável, <em>pouca terra pouca </em></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>terra</em>, livre. Os comboios fazem-me lembrar de nós.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-ZWcFJXpOgi9birMoQ0n7cxsLSx-UHhfeZqHn6vg8psRHIAw0zNovACLRUTB7wqFLx1WfvHDNgWAC8m7MJNwoZUeyYXg-GvBpmrFt-TmAE1y0Dkmt7k_Cv57vBjaaOLw-0PjBmeODOQt/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329091205914794242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-ZWcFJXpOgi9birMoQ0n7cxsLSx-UHhfeZqHn6vg8psRHIAw0zNovACLRUTB7wqFLx1WfvHDNgWAC8m7MJNwoZUeyYXg-GvBpmrFt-TmAE1y0Dkmt7k_Cv57vBjaaOLw-0PjBmeODOQt/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Vá comboio, meu comboio </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>carrega na velocidade</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em> pára só quando chegarmos </em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">à cidade</span><br /></em> </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2BTfud8LXir2eB32yHds4CZjIwQwz9hHD6gRRHvzoH95iPgAevG7SJMtaU8wL_8ZaNwlntliITuIkueESdWogjECb5Gx072lCy5fvS9G4SL8G8xi7mEv7_ANg51jJWe8gAck0dKqoBYo/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329091201111617570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2BTfud8LXir2eB32yHds4CZjIwQwz9hHD6gRRHvzoH95iPgAevG7SJMtaU8wL_8ZaNwlntliITuIkueESdWogjECb5Gx072lCy5fvS9G4SL8G8xi7mEv7_ANg51jJWe8gAck0dKqoBYo/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Olá cidade do Porto</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em> a lágrima ao canto do olho</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em> estava fechada há que tempos </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>com um ferrolho</em></span><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRitu5KfgusROYeLm-axl4sy7oSBP3Bx5PHlGhSH71gwDOof2rbTPGcMx-L4jEcDn-dBrzEIe3HJqRKoQqGsqbWweJVcKXDmmXrbnmv1bwb20d7WqAT-mpPh9fd7s3mGRqPfLnNYSts5_/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329090233782371906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRitu5KfgusROYeLm-axl4sy7oSBP3Bx5PHlGhSH71gwDOof2rbTPGcMx-L4jEcDn-dBrzEIe3HJqRKoQqGsqbWweJVcKXDmmXrbnmv1bwb20d7WqAT-mpPh9fd7s3mGRqPfLnNYSts5_/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Custou tanto cá chegar </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>mil e uma peripécias </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>quando menos se espera </em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">o diabo tece-as</span> </em></div><div align="center"><em><br /> </div></em><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQADznhcOYD7uGD3UvJwb1Rq7mr59SpWOD9UGrip8udSM1yWw96npRpYH9dGsQWQv1ikdQYZGybgPmQCKAFeFTLYZ1HvkLYWAi8CSUftSdoTtCLMmZIDxUFm-KzRRQB87fAtJEbKfZK2sR/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329090226788821010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQADznhcOYD7uGD3UvJwb1Rq7mr59SpWOD9UGrip8udSM1yWw96npRpYH9dGsQWQv1ikdQYZGybgPmQCKAFeFTLYZ1HvkLYWAi8CSUftSdoTtCLMmZIDxUFm-KzRRQB87fAtJEbKfZK2sR/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Ai, eu estive quase morto </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>no deserto </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>e o Porto </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>aqui tão perto (…)</em></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sérgio Godinho</span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFIThddFdjSv1a6r73nU7oWirqQPs1LBHbCI8SRh_cVYbM3MGN4pAD-Nbh7gvkcqtOb22DEiCgTzFnR5MlADi5xILM8zTM9-a7DN8GsEuHqhJ2kLFoMOOOvxtiX8IjyPT9hV7h_ACWKBe/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329090229796158658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFIThddFdjSv1a6r73nU7oWirqQPs1LBHbCI8SRh_cVYbM3MGN4pAD-Nbh7gvkcqtOb22DEiCgTzFnR5MlADi5xILM8zTM9-a7DN8GsEuHqhJ2kLFoMOOOvxtiX8IjyPT9hV7h_ACWKBe/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-3262343952328728852009-04-24T11:30:00.000-07:002009-04-24T11:44:31.862-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjykEcjEMzQao6T8FPtA6RlR5YBSxSwQoIKEA4NofgPlIPS4Imi4w1LUqFKrswW4NSmo-_0yhvtHQrpQ4Y2-mSD4kd9NnxNVimI8233N9tKTxyoF0ns6dBkYUgVf_CX2r3cPnmLQmU9q3C9/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjykEcjEMzQao6T8FPtA6RlR5YBSxSwQoIKEA4NofgPlIPS4Imi4w1LUqFKrswW4NSmo-_0yhvtHQrpQ4Y2-mSD4kd9NnxNVimI8233N9tKTxyoF0ns6dBkYUgVf_CX2r3cPnmLQmU9q3C9/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328330213587687490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNwCxrl5MsaF6zYzq0dDfNyWRwTd8eXcDrhytbnu34iBIlmZ2iRdqcMuo59bENIoQsBrpSgXxkeBp8IbD4JUbpLgdrodYy9AAXUFX7mWkAJa94sJZN5lsX5nb_3Ggf1uc5ScKu_2ehvNq/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNwCxrl5MsaF6zYzq0dDfNyWRwTd8eXcDrhytbnu34iBIlmZ2iRdqcMuo59bENIoQsBrpSgXxkeBp8IbD4JUbpLgdrodYy9AAXUFX7mWkAJa94sJZN5lsX5nb_3Ggf1uc5ScKu_2ehvNq/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328330211792149506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-03AqaX5g_JVM_9wibi4g6bU87RoexVAH521aocBOqLkNQCXNPDCe2E_7SzvQ5k69r6wm9rcviFVnFnvwTz9nvotx9dY0ypLo8LejPYLZ2umR1q1w0OAGE2Y_8gYg7iMgCPjcWoRsdFnT/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-03AqaX5g_JVM_9wibi4g6bU87RoexVAH521aocBOqLkNQCXNPDCe2E_7SzvQ5k69r6wm9rcviFVnFnvwTz9nvotx9dY0ypLo8LejPYLZ2umR1q1w0OAGE2Y_8gYg7iMgCPjcWoRsdFnT/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328329936232707986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqYlBeR-p-TvvZBBvsZoNcY2yz-dDii75DoMZtafcXFPgHxi4lQFd5z-sebPICOmL3rSHsZP6L64s3hwMK0HQyM8osb6KadwcOwJAHdTftmNnjLL5Dc7ldnhlrmJj16bB65RIB5yOVR2X/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqYlBeR-p-TvvZBBvsZoNcY2yz-dDii75DoMZtafcXFPgHxi4lQFd5z-sebPICOmL3rSHsZP6L64s3hwMK0HQyM8osb6KadwcOwJAHdTftmNnjLL5Dc7ldnhlrmJj16bB65RIB5yOVR2X/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328329937421895986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Espinho (Abril de 2009)</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Um final de dia quase perfeito. </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-20016639104753987542009-04-24T08:09:00.000-07:002009-04-24T08:12:59.146-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwfZyQeinTI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwfZyQeinTI</a></div>de sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07267688870477372199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-58861715783913422182009-04-24T08:00:00.000-07:002009-04-24T08:08:40.721-07:00<a href="http://macedonia.uom.gr/~vpasx/picasso-thedream.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://macedonia.uom.gr/%7Evpasx/picasso-thedream.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>SEUS OLHOS SEMPRE PUROS</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Dias de lentidão, dias de chuva,</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Dias de espelhos quebrados e agulhas perdidas,</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Dias de pálpebras fechadas ao horizonte dos mares,</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>De horas em tudo semelhantes, dias de cativeiro.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Meu espírito que brilhava ainda sobre as folhas</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>E as flores, meu espírito é desnudo feito o amor,</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>A aurora que ele esquece o faz baixar a cabeça</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>E contemplar seu próprio corpo obediente e vão.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Vi, no entanto, os olhos mais belos do mundo,</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Deuses de prata que tinham safiras nas mãos,</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Deuses verdadeiros, pássaros na terra</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>E na água, vi-os.</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Suas asas são as minhas, nada mais existe</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>não o seu vôo a sacudir minha miséria.</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Seu vôo de estrela e luz,</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Seu vôo de terra, seu vôo de pedra</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Sobre as vagas de suas asas.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Meu pensamento sustido pela vida e pela morte.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Paul Éluard</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div>de sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07267688870477372199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-44143708821649282372009-04-23T13:44:00.000-07:002009-04-23T13:45:31.919-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgLhGcQeJMnWyAN6oQsjKrXOSDaOenexbgX9TrMUjjvzcUNT5cdzalDfZ4suJYnnsfw0rvwRmRs_RDFLLn2CQWLuPytlCYHtAqkNNVZRGZ0hrvn9NGpxyOhd8YJIlO92Nx6FOrKKZjFdW/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327990774386362066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgLhGcQeJMnWyAN6oQsjKrXOSDaOenexbgX9TrMUjjvzcUNT5cdzalDfZ4suJYnnsfw0rvwRmRs_RDFLLn2CQWLuPytlCYHtAqkNNVZRGZ0hrvn9NGpxyOhd8YJIlO92Nx6FOrKKZjFdW/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-15091616044358537332009-04-22T10:04:00.000-07:002009-04-22T11:32:50.394-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4ACxFLqeKtEKOmKWyxsdWGXza3QuuAVlS7-XfeBjc79_AbACJKWnnBxLGZsCvppBn84rIS-h0rMjeJBPrdvb8Rl5MXZ9AOnJF6HZe9_pcn0uIyrbFttAKWvFvvWxoBuGPmh2Y2UmiXvE/s1600-h/55.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327581721590881042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4ACxFLqeKtEKOmKWyxsdWGXza3QuuAVlS7-XfeBjc79_AbACJKWnnBxLGZsCvppBn84rIS-h0rMjeJBPrdvb8Rl5MXZ9AOnJF6HZe9_pcn0uIyrbFttAKWvFvvWxoBuGPmh2Y2UmiXvE/s320/55.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> </strong></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span> </p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>Caminhando, só,</strong></span></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW7EZJxolbO8aN7Ph7O_8PBiV7XD7PDtzICuWhuQiS5-u7dJGCMdSK_9yIrnqW5Bh2Jw7LxHV3zKAIdG4gqs0t9vpL8TIRq_4ZBvH-a8vdox17BV4xgUHLmnUL1j0WRsTVwYNfQ_4QMjxt/s1600-h/44.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327580591117793074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW7EZJxolbO8aN7Ph7O_8PBiV7XD7PDtzICuWhuQiS5-u7dJGCMdSK_9yIrnqW5Bh2Jw7LxHV3zKAIdG4gqs0t9vpL8TIRq_4ZBvH-a8vdox17BV4xgUHLmnUL1j0WRsTVwYNfQ_4QMjxt/s320/44.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span> </p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>observando o que me rodeia,</strong></span> </div><p align="center"> </p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUjdW4Aqn8aFPD6hCZdHVgeoo19G2p5QBPdgm1_U4Lbxg08rNcMzrxB54AdWCLLGmjyppZVAfWPIU_F_NwcjPudr240Pl7tw3uoMwTrvnCMKecbq8aIP0simbol6s-BEx0C1IfEu9dqeZa/s1600-h/33.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327580588243294050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUjdW4Aqn8aFPD6hCZdHVgeoo19G2p5QBPdgm1_U4Lbxg08rNcMzrxB54AdWCLLGmjyppZVAfWPIU_F_NwcjPudr240Pl7tw3uoMwTrvnCMKecbq8aIP0simbol6s-BEx0C1IfEu9dqeZa/s320/33.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>a beleza que em tudo encontro,</strong></span> </div><p align="center"><br /><br /> </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6h1lGC3lT0WqsbVBB4HIJiWA6-XN8fltSZJexWEuGHMy69OKAQobn4QuC3w8YKl3pEw6SdPbuhlQe9n0lAz3fC6V69Vln1XwtduAEoKDjt1tADV_SBNGVJUP-EVqmk27mHwF1VjQ9Kn_/s1600-h/22.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327571092572399218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6h1lGC3lT0WqsbVBB4HIJiWA6-XN8fltSZJexWEuGHMy69OKAQobn4QuC3w8YKl3pEw6SdPbuhlQe9n0lAz3fC6V69Vln1XwtduAEoKDjt1tADV_SBNGVJUP-EVqmk27mHwF1VjQ9Kn_/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>faz-me sempre lembrar de ti.</strong></span> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFH25TqD3F8z0R00ivAc9qVnjMWcTi4P4ZIHja5YvGDyM9EemTqxjjIUjMfA62KwIO-7Xmo9q0QRtRROo92-0M8Kec2_0LS89z0xdyqqTYenTuo8yzjmZo_-_H8sQHsGQQE8w1BRyydd2/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327571086839336162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFH25TqD3F8z0R00ivAc9qVnjMWcTi4P4ZIHja5YvGDyM9EemTqxjjIUjMfA62KwIO-7Xmo9q0QRtRROo92-0M8Kec2_0LS89z0xdyqqTYenTuo8yzjmZo_-_H8sQHsGQQE8w1BRyydd2/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"> Jardins de Santa Maria da Feira</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Abril de 2009)</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-4485309787247223472009-04-21T10:22:00.000-07:002009-04-21T10:37:27.818-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmmSy0Aqzq4qlLTlr6UU2S22VSDW03tmK48JlKzkG3v_T37fIv2I8ULe9l5MePwgnGTabm6PFTHJBWoerYhQgQmkLSTVsfTkixCOzc3B2aTg83D2y-7an_KsKJpBjvUQR18Ow5Y-r2uYP/s1600-h/IMG_1281.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327199233792120882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmmSy0Aqzq4qlLTlr6UU2S22VSDW03tmK48JlKzkG3v_T37fIv2I8ULe9l5MePwgnGTabm6PFTHJBWoerYhQgQmkLSTVsfTkixCOzc3B2aTg83D2y-7an_KsKJpBjvUQR18Ow5Y-r2uYP/s320/IMG_1281.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Um post simples*</span></div><p align="center"> </p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">(*Ou: Flores para ti meu amor)</span></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323208040644802124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-47504990187090092802009-04-21T07:12:00.000-07:002009-04-21T09:41:35.890-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>o tempo parece cansado</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>as horas demoram</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>os minutos estão na sala de espera do Amor</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>aguardando consulta.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>fumo cigarros preguiçosos</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>deitado no sofá da Saudade</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>lendo jornais onde nada se passa</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>e adormeço.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>és Tu quem me faz sorrir</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>quando o dia fecha os olhos</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>em noites de vinho tinto</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>bebido ao som das nossas memórias.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Amar?</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Amar és Tu...</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">r. de sousa</span></div>de sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07267688870477372199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-47837746372605588022009-04-21T07:06:00.000-07:002009-04-21T07:11:28.448-07:00<a href="http://amadeo.blog.com/repository/175137/526896.p.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 529px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://amadeo.blog.com/repository/175137/526896.p.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://amadeo.blog.com/repository/175137/526885.p.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 614px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://amadeo.blog.com/repository/175137/526885.p.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div>de sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07267688870477372199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244517617266144761.post-19413798687994926612009-04-21T07:02:00.000-07:002009-04-21T07:05:35.003-07:00<em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Passei toda a noite, sem dormir, vendo, sem espaço, a figura dela,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Passei toda a noite, sem dormir, vendo, sem espaço, a figura dela,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">E vendo-a sempre de maneiras diferentes do que a encontro a ela.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Faço pensamentos com a recordação do que ela é quando me fala,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">E em cada pensamento ela varia de acordo com a sua semelhança.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Amar é pensar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">E eu quase que me esqueço de sentir só de pensar nela.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Não sei bem o que quero, mesmo dela, e eu não penso senão nela.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Tenho uma grande distracção animada.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Quando desejo encontrá-la</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Quase que prefiro não a encontrar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Para não ter que a deixar depois.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Não sei bem o que quero, nem quero saber o que quero. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Quero só Pensar nela.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Não peço nada a ninguém, nem a ela, senão pensar. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /></em><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Alberto Caeiro</span></div>de sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07267688870477372199noreply@blogger.com0