tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13192436068251801852024-02-19T06:33:48.974+00:00CHÁ DAS TRÊSTEA MAKERShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17589594870356975557noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-61734553486383085102010-12-19T17:21:00.003+00:002010-12-24T16:56:35.018+00:00Chocolate quente!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRAnZKh3oDRO3vTk7ROhsf8RU5QxgY3k7hILqXRL2oerGcMlMHFg8DG61w_ji9Sx_frEjhclLhY3SiJmMHFv_ufA7Gp9JTuHNCKtGlO7rBJdMKsfgverehuQSDlbIpjTydLSrgElSiNta3/s1600/25410_346154652892_280279697892_3786963_74760_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRAnZKh3oDRO3vTk7ROhsf8RU5QxgY3k7hILqXRL2oerGcMlMHFg8DG61w_ji9Sx_frEjhclLhY3SiJmMHFv_ufA7Gp9JTuHNCKtGlO7rBJdMKsfgverehuQSDlbIpjTydLSrgElSiNta3/s400/25410_346154652892_280279697892_3786963_74760_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554293673413725730" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Que aquilo que fica gravado na alma nunca se esquece nem nunca mais sai, nem nunca se apaga, por mais que a borracha do tempo e da falta dele se esforce e trabalhe!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jkAv5qsAuVDql9SGG9bGZDHVxQsSs-OIPNVKUdM2jUiECGVfsLDcAJjtDI5OGM2SnzFneCp9KIsZ1myRbp-d4iWPso83FP-FVKxBUIaNnkZ0KOXMniVxGSyOszebFfA3YjmAAf0Z1Ae9/s400/hot-cocoa-mix.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 230px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552446819272806098" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Porcelainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03205343717582498308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-60507615450943995942010-11-30T23:18:00.003+00:002010-11-30T23:24:00.294+00:00CHOCOLATE QUENTE?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7PAVa63ma84p-9yqqCEacYS5VgzxTphyphenhyphenPGiRJ5Oejg7uhFJMd_Y1E3kTi6Fb0WWvR9bTtjROhSwGBNX3zJ5Gd24YDBgXDJ-FvPbPF0xjeVUF5BEd1RvsI5ef6SXqqvaTIGmV-BXmdZk/s1600/Chocolat_chaud_by_lestoilesdaz.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7PAVa63ma84p-9yqqCEacYS5VgzxTphyphenhyphenPGiRJ5Oejg7uhFJMd_Y1E3kTi6Fb0WWvR9bTtjROhSwGBNX3zJ5Gd24YDBgXDJ-FvPbPF0xjeVUF5BEd1RvsI5ef6SXqqvaTIGmV-BXmdZk/s400/Chocolat_chaud_by_lestoilesdaz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545486919946314658" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Existem receitas que são intemporais, mesmo que a chávena de palavras não seja adoçada há algum tempo...basta poisá-la no tabuleiro da vida, verter umas gotas novamente e colocar o açucar da </span></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">alma</span></em></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">, mexendo um bocadinho... um pedaço de vida pronta a servir.</span></span></span></div><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvqnbEpq1eU?fs=1&autoplay=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvqnbEpq1eU?fs=1&autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Susana Júliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240256612272178941noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-7387238534139879762009-07-12T01:18:00.000+01:002009-07-12T01:19:11.552+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqN5Lqw74xTSlYEhTBfItmmidSuheqFh2WACyUN7u2DT_80_9sK4ZPebP-dLSszjKR3gd1_58Hc1Jg8x5dwtWQdEpqLM4hf-nxGO5IFOyFrYuiMwIwu12Dhw7WpVRdaMGYgB3bHLlNoGb6/s1600-h/ForeverFriends.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357361582715916594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqN5Lqw74xTSlYEhTBfItmmidSuheqFh2WACyUN7u2DT_80_9sK4ZPebP-dLSszjKR3gd1_58Hc1Jg8x5dwtWQdEpqLM4hf-nxGO5IFOyFrYuiMwIwu12Dhw7WpVRdaMGYgB3bHLlNoGb6/s320/ForeverFriends.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Porcelainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03205343717582498308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-85867129999669948692009-07-12T01:08:00.002+01:002009-07-12T01:17:59.044+01:00Feliz Aniversário, querida Su!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihuSa_NOphQB58LydWdoMSdmEvxFcg_6AhmFPc-0wkigM7XS9uPmzqhz86lPTRtXjVuAt0dxJNG4Vx4kYN-g2854BVH_DABZAHdKavu1lpuqjTm0HzFSf2M9861ju5lUi_K34RILMYBaY/s1600-h/Forever_Friends_12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357360878278664434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihuSa_NOphQB58LydWdoMSdmEvxFcg_6AhmFPc-0wkigM7XS9uPmzqhz86lPTRtXjVuAt0dxJNG4Vx4kYN-g2854BVH_DABZAHdKavu1lpuqjTm0HzFSf2M9861ju5lUi_K34RILMYBaY/s320/Forever_Friends_12.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Muitas e muitas felicidades... pois é o que merece esta menina linda e tão especial... para mim, uma amiga que é uma verdadeira inspiração!! Além de tudo, um doce de pessoa!! Tudo de bom para ti, amiga querida!</div>Porcelainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03205343717582498308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-64452079369302601922009-07-12T00:50:00.000+01:002009-07-12T01:08:19.786+01:00<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRiCnVdCWowMEMsSxK9QrchTPPhCATbqFQ7rzJ7RmLhtSCkumWel0fxgWgxzlivYl13ivDJmbduadCFTyo6Oq4yz2u0089fAkbTbU7q5GA49jSlRerCfXunLrFLNqmRGT-ko69uNCEeCZ/s1600-h/tres_amigas_hablando_sized.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357358639368408834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRiCnVdCWowMEMsSxK9QrchTPPhCATbqFQ7rzJ7RmLhtSCkumWel0fxgWgxzlivYl13ivDJmbduadCFTyo6Oq4yz2u0089fAkbTbU7q5GA49jSlRerCfXunLrFLNqmRGT-ko69uNCEeCZ/s320/tres_amigas_hablando_sized.jpg" /></a> As pessoas realmente ligadas não precisam de ligação física. Quando se reencontram, mesmo depois de muitos anos afastados, sua amizade é tão forte quanto sempre.<br />(Deng Ming-Dao)</div>Porcelainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03205343717582498308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-41950827994833457962009-06-13T16:32:00.005+01:002010-11-30T23:24:46.290+00:00verdadeiro circo de feras<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SjPKoD6F15I/AAAAAAAACyk/tzE4j-hWh74/s1600-h/Inside_by_SamuraiChopstick.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346839972211447698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SjPKoD6F15I/AAAAAAAACyk/tzE4j-hWh74/s320/Inside_by_SamuraiChopstick.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Deixemos correr as palavras mais do que lágrimas escondidas ao canto da alma assombrada e que se assista à fuga da dor como a mais improvável festa de despedida de uma pessoa qualquer, apenas de passagem nas nossas vidas.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346839966231637586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WnjGtNamQcLMc1bXpCS0Ysy5-zyjpMAagDmm7df0xA-9Ho7YEB8li6eYQlG0aaPLRz7Wq0bsulEIRnEGOVsTzlMFmBKaQjVELnyG5gbsya6JTH3WXp5ecSBwSxtSvCc7rPQzemXiy7w/s320/Run_Nelly__Run____by_Sugarock99.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Somos as feras libertas no palco deste circo e pedem-nos, entre palmas semi-cerradas, que saltemos o círculo de fogo em que o Tempo nos consome...lábios cerrados num beijo de sangue, selamos a eternidade dentro da paixão que nos obriga a ficar dentro de nós mesmos.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346839969841186386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SjPKn7E-hlI/AAAAAAAACyU/L8WL8BLL7JQ/s320/98678f590b4ef9129e3d6ff7eb38a64e.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Queremos os nomes lançados como sementes, dando a vida, continuamente, a novos entes, novas formas de existência que povoem os ecos vazios que teimamos em escutar para além de todas as evidências da nossa natural solidão.</span></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346839974890826978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SjPKoN457OI/AAAAAAAACyc/D5xH15WEXEo/s320/Middnight_Feeling_by_tazmo.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">O relógio não pára mesmo que o tentemos parar com promessas...por isso, entre um segundo e outro...eu aqui, tu ali...</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3_neOGeee9k&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3_neOGeee9k&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Susana Júliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240256612272178941noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-80242385110094852162009-01-22T11:39:00.002+00:002009-01-22T11:44:38.388+00:00SPARK<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqjrzua-Nn9YW7QQnPi3z4RUwUypZbprcip_wxdePLEXBdgOmW90b7l7zEWvG-8S4m_aUbFk-Tu5ZTWcVlT-CNVMVC1EL-htgDZ63ol5mz03ZubeQBx2YRut_E7cEcgws_jm-NvxW6zwA/s1600-h/fall_of_the_angel_by_ladysivali.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294082182958683074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqjrzua-Nn9YW7QQnPi3z4RUwUypZbprcip_wxdePLEXBdgOmW90b7l7zEWvG-8S4m_aUbFk-Tu5ZTWcVlT-CNVMVC1EL-htgDZ63ol5mz03ZubeQBx2YRut_E7cEcgws_jm-NvxW6zwA/s400/fall_of_the_angel_by_ladysivali.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"><strong>She's addicted to nicotine patches<br />She's addicted to nicotine patches<br />She's afraid of the light in the dark<br />6:58 are you sure where my spark is<br />Here<br />Here<br />Here<br /><br />She's convinced she could hold back a glacier<br />But she couldn't keep Baby alive<br />Doubting if there's a woman in there somewhere<br />Here<br /><br />You say you don't want it again<br />And again but you don't really mean it<br />You say you don't want it<br />This circus we're in<br />But you don't you don't really mean it<br />You don't really mean it<br />if the Divine master plan is perfection<br />Maybe next I'll give Judas a try<br />Trusting my soul to the ice cream assassin<br />Here<br /><br />You say you don't want it again<br />And again but you don't really mean it<br />You say you don't want it<br />This cirucs we're in<br />But you don't you don't really mean it<br />You don't really mean it<br />How may fates turn around in the overtime<br />Ballerinas that have fins that you'll never find<br />You thought that you were the bomb yeah<br />Well so did I<br />Say you don't want it<br />Say you don't want it<br />Say you don't want it again<br />And again but you don't really mean it<br />Say you don't want it<br />This circus we're in<br />But you don't you don't really mean it<br />You don't really mean it<br /><br />She's addicted to nicotine patches<br />She's afraid of the light in the dark<br />6:58 are you sure where my spark is<br />Here </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;">(Tori Amos)</span></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLCG5mNlxnI&hl=en&autoplay=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLCG5mNlxnI&hl=en&autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Susana Júliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240256612272178941noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-10801708653318946572008-10-06T19:07:00.003+01:002008-10-06T19:14:41.684+01:00Meninas... vocês bem sabem que eu gosto de...<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4o70VgxFF5F6aU1GTs4LupHnhSJVDJKCeoFlBr9AuwTIQxJ8kPQZ0bk1IJuqvnymSJP31TM6kOyAM2C140ltFRSz_QClHAXF7f4-1u5izKWElNkJwvEZSEI50Kt7NYDjCnCJ03rKnpwj/s1600-h/178.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254104737384111874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4o70VgxFF5F6aU1GTs4LupHnhSJVDJKCeoFlBr9AuwTIQxJ8kPQZ0bk1IJuqvnymSJP31TM6kOyAM2C140ltFRSz_QClHAXF7f4-1u5izKWElNkJwvEZSEI50Kt7NYDjCnCJ03rKnpwj/s400/178.gif" border="0" /></a> ... quebrar o espírito da coisa de vez em quando ahahahahah!! Quebrar, pintar, eu sei lá, assim um "handycraft" transviado qualquer em honra às minhas duas "handycrafters" ahahah!! Bem, linda Su, tu e eu ainda vamos a tempo de pensar muuuito bem antes de querer destes gremlins a que correntemente se chama crianças ahahahahah!! Opá, mas para a nossa Muguet é tarde de mais!! ;-DD</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">(Ok, isto desta vez foi só mesmo para chatear, prometo que já volto ao Gandhi ahahah!!)<br /></div>Porcelainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03205343717582498308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-49156962788015687832008-09-28T23:33:00.004+01:002008-09-28T23:45:09.449+01:00no país das maravilhas<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKPXEwDLuSxoyYFdwmMlbwnbj9PZB-JdbwmRrAo1YrzPQp28bd8rvW7CBPaWlYwnvydcx_mFMP194-HH_5o3GfAa13i0_rTZMFu2JkKSMK6Y4tpij0CUSbNvT2nYaY4mmaxltDjmKaxk/s1600-h/teapartydali%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251204820116815778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKPXEwDLuSxoyYFdwmMlbwnbj9PZB-JdbwmRrAo1YrzPQp28bd8rvW7CBPaWlYwnvydcx_mFMP194-HH_5o3GfAa13i0_rTZMFu2JkKSMK6Y4tpij0CUSbNvT2nYaY4mmaxltDjmKaxk/s320/teapartydali%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>montmartre :: musée dali :: a mad tea party</strong><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">foi no primeiro dia de um sonho tornado realidade que vi este pequeno quadro.<br /><br />trouxe-o, para as minhas meninas lindas que me acompanham neste chá delicioso cheio de mil sabores... espero que gostem. eu adorei... achei que tinha tudo a ver com esta nossa partilha :DDD<br /><br /><br />beijo enorme, cheio de sabores a tudo quanto mais desejam.</span></div>muguethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02266422902057885803noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-65416524892143856142008-09-21T16:46:00.003+01:002009-01-22T11:45:09.878+00:00THE SWEETEST PERFECTION<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SNZt5s6AR6I/AAAAAAAABq4/SwiO4Vs4X8E/s1600-h/Perfection_by_Vardoulika.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248503253821310882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SNZt5s6AR6I/AAAAAAAABq4/SwiO4Vs4X8E/s400/Perfection_by_Vardoulika.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"> ...body and mind...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#666666;">...words and silence...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#666666;">...bitter and sweet...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#666666;">...full and hollow...<br /></span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SNZt59B-xdI/AAAAAAAABrA/A7kVb6dT5eo/s1600-h/Perfection_by_m4nti.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248503258149733842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SNZt59B-xdI/AAAAAAAABrA/A7kVb6dT5eo/s400/Perfection_by_m4nti.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;">...equilíbrio...</span></strong></p><p align="center"> </p><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AkLe7g8TcMM&hl=en&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AkLe7g8TcMM&hl=en&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Susana Júliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240256612272178941noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-47165820566289624472008-08-10T23:48:00.011+01:002008-08-12T16:27:05.487+01:00Para as amigas mais queridas e atenciosas do mundo...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As meninas com quem compartilho este blog...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikoTt9ZVcmeyFjh7dxJTFicH2rxe9xvpM3d5CTOWP8UKT_Wg7MrBah2BKDwhIJRS9a31a_Tuq04jDgXOvw5lfjUkM_QZ0eyQzx5s_Yorboqy8XbsMn9B_Sn-eT1NCIcfCkGFtRFdhNsFzZ/s1600-h/20080420230451.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikoTt9ZVcmeyFjh7dxJTFicH2rxe9xvpM3d5CTOWP8UKT_Wg7MrBah2BKDwhIJRS9a31a_Tuq04jDgXOvw5lfjUkM_QZ0eyQzx5s_Yorboqy8XbsMn9B_Sn-eT1NCIcfCkGFtRFdhNsFzZ/s400/20080420230451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233648472197902386" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(http://www.flickr.com/photos/partyof5/351936692/)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">... que eu de facto não sei como conseguem... as duas... mas o que é facto é que conseguem sempre surpreender-me. Eu que me queixo tanto da monotonia dos dias e das pessoas também... bendito o dia em que estas meninas me escolheram para sua amiga... além do mais, ter estas meninas na minha vida marca, para mim, um sinal claro da mudança dos tempos da minha vida... anunciada por pessoas lindas como a nossa Képia, assim como outras pessoas igualmente maravilhosas , e confirmada por pessoas incríveis, daquelas que eu cheguei a duvidar que algum dia pudessem surgir na minha vida, como são a nossa Muguet e a nossa Su.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Para as minhas queridas Su e Muguet vai este post, como forma de agradecimento não só pela lembrança, não só pelas imagens, palavras, músicas lindas que me deixaram, mas principalmente por serem quem são, como são, pela sua capacidade de ser assim como são... além de tudo o que de maravilhoso as caracteriza, elas conseguem ser assim... maravilhosamente surpreendentes...<br /><br />Nem vos passa pela cabeça o que senti quando me lembrei de vir aqui ao blogue, ver se havia coisas novas... a sério, não esperava e dizer que fiquei encantada com o que vi é de facto dizer muito pouco... fiquei verdadeiramente deliciada... e completamente emocionada!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Muito, muito obrigada à nossa querida Su, à nossa maravilhosa Muguet e a todos aqueles que aqueceram o meu coração com as suas simpáticas mensagens... do fundo do coração!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg34hscPlmaTpzq0gvBPw5bHl5DMDbdgcQx6AWuwJCDLRRxWnip02cvc8m0DPS2hwxKdEGPhjDDlp94jtnRY9WzLDSZjN-Fi7rwGlqZEeFRGs_ucsXcq5eHJ5tP1ZXhrB2qM2Xtov7ANfJ/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg34hscPlmaTpzq0gvBPw5bHl5DMDbdgcQx6AWuwJCDLRRxWnip02cvc8m0DPS2hwxKdEGPhjDDlp94jtnRY9WzLDSZjN-Fi7rwGlqZEeFRGs_ucsXcq5eHJ5tP1ZXhrB2qM2Xtov7ANfJ/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233651503605919330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBI8PH0AYS0nszlBkDHfloL26KpWIuq4qwaZNwtnp7-3n41dmJOOSB2JpaGBPXjBFVyJk6ceSPBOrKEU8gWsUlF1-l0SWPeNg1ajcT2tF-DP4NgOt7qR4qljrRIprGODSJ7dVDBQ3LZ6NM/s1600-h/b29da6c5ab46b39acdee5872b3c2cb1a68792cc5_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBI8PH0AYS0nszlBkDHfloL26KpWIuq4qwaZNwtnp7-3n41dmJOOSB2JpaGBPXjBFVyJk6ceSPBOrKEU8gWsUlF1-l0SWPeNg1ajcT2tF-DP4NgOt7qR4qljrRIprGODSJ7dVDBQ3LZ6NM/s400/b29da6c5ab46b39acdee5872b3c2cb1a68792cc5_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233651819744005026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Porcelainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03205343717582498308noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-6968842349166344932008-08-09T02:05:00.013+01:002008-08-09T04:40:26.786+01:00amores para um amor-perfeito<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">para a <span style="color:#cc0000;">lenita</span>...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBeYOEoVZ2HCayL-VB4HerlUcARc4Bu80z9oyQ-pgGtQ1zF9a5HEtHGOA5-3svsbTdaRvaLjQjgPTm_mXKe10Mtltbo5a2eMsKqe7PVY89XcclA7eXLdO83Lc_Ws8cNld_OZceGBQRGs/s1600-h/Imagem+282-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232318832756548914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBeYOEoVZ2HCayL-VB4HerlUcARc4Bu80z9oyQ-pgGtQ1zF9a5HEtHGOA5-3svsbTdaRvaLjQjgPTm_mXKe10Mtltbo5a2eMsKqe7PVY89XcclA7eXLdO83Lc_Ws8cNld_OZceGBQRGs/s320/Imagem+282-1.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>...porque metade de ti é <span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">amor</span> e a outra metade...também!!<br /><br /></strong></span><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cyaLg8SsXS/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cyaLg8SsXS/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/T6SkKG/music/8-6ZeQqw/apocalyptica_nothing_else_matters/">Nothing Else Matters - Apocalyptica</a></object></p>muguethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02266422902057885803noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-48259150273789716842008-08-07T14:35:00.005+01:002008-09-21T16:57:07.548+01:00FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO, LENITA!<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SJsJtnVo3xI/AAAAAAAABlU/PqrphGyhBRc/s1600-h/squares1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231786071379468050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SJsJtnVo3xI/AAAAAAAABlU/PqrphGyhBRc/s400/squares1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"O que é mais sagrado na vida é viver</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;">Livremente, intensamente, sem medos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;">O que é mais sagrado na vida é viver</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;">Plenamente, honestamente, viver..."</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231786066396597090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SJsJtUxoS2I/AAAAAAAABlM/qe0ygCvJi5k/s400/discodots.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Liberdade</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">Aqui nesta praia onde</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">Não há nenhum vestígio de impureza,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">Aqui onde há somente</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">Ondas tombando ininterruptamente,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">Puro espaço e lúcida unidade,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">Aqui o tempo apaixonadamente</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Encontra a própria liberdade."</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231786066724964546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SJsJtV_6yMI/AAAAAAAABlE/OCZkmG6hMi8/s400/Photo_0283.jpg" border="0" /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">"Porque os outros se mascaram mas tu não</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">Porque os outros usam a virtude</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">Para comprar o que não tem perdão.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">Porque os outros têm medo mas tu não.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">Porque os outros são os túmulos caiados</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">Onde germina calada a podridão.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">Porque os outros se calam mas tu não.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">Porque os outros se compram e se vendem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">E os seus gestos dão sempre dividendo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">Porque os outros são hábeis mas tu não.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">Porque os outros vão à sombra dos abrigos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">E tu vais de mãos dadas com os perigos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Porque os outros calculam mas tu não."</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231786072516081698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SJsJtrkoOCI/AAAAAAAABlc/LFMfgKs3xDs/s400/set3.jpg" border="0" /></span> <a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Sophia_de_Mello_Breyner_Andresen/"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Aqui fica um conjunto de poemas desta poetisa fabulosa para uma pessoa igualmente fabulosa que hoje está de <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>parabéns</strong></span>...aliás...COMO <span style="font-size:180%;">SEMPRE</span>!</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">E um admirável conjunto de bolinhos para dar ideais! Uma fatia de bolo com um cházinho!<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Tudo de bom para ti em todos os dias da tua vida.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231786070792812098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SJsJtlJxNkI/AAAAAAAABlk/aMHZxTHiQWw/s400/Blue_Rose_by_PSNick.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Muitos parabéns!</strong></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UeypOvsY91Q&hl=en&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UeypOvsY91Q&hl=en&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Susana Júliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240256612272178941noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-34285886516966108662008-07-29T22:37:00.003+01:002008-07-29T22:43:51.504+01:00Taking Chances<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqAKJLJb-EEkS2HI-AiYx3yrG-yQwgQhmgyx6S93Xj14ugVR3TbLrxKQ6aXoWDgFJHJuIKNOD6fR7lCIxNu8_Ss0BUom-yKlDbbR6JmEebAIvt5JBQz9cnP1eupgQSlYsFlnE1OcsBd9N/s1600-h/bahner-bertram-passion-4800315.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228554896367137202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqAKJLJb-EEkS2HI-AiYx3yrG-yQwgQhmgyx6S93Xj14ugVR3TbLrxKQ6aXoWDgFJHJuIKNOD6fR7lCIxNu8_Ss0BUom-yKlDbbR6JmEebAIvt5JBQz9cnP1eupgQSlYsFlnE1OcsBd9N/s400/bahner-bertram-passion-4800315.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>"Não nos prova a história do mundo que os romances não existiriam se os riscos também não existissem?" (Gandhi)</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228554444350989938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm5k1hWup4MYuo1qrctsZ94jJfdTjKymYCqB3OrW1qh9ZkNcwkbBTgrl9QH3VfK1W1Raq2PIjxCnKl7lAmeCjc4BeJeNvheOkGQoPfLcbJN8Dz6ES37BBadrWnsmZzO36SXhQDZjsvTPUp/s400/brittalamberty.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Porcelainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03205343717582498308noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-36301051920818221562008-07-22T13:14:00.005+01:002008-07-22T13:32:44.466+01:00De um lado ao outro...<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SIXR-vj3P1I/AAAAAAAABhQ/87zoIXi6i2s/s1600-h/Aphrodite_by_ahermin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225813818482310994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SIXR-vj3P1I/AAAAAAAABhQ/87zoIXi6i2s/s400/Aphrodite_by_ahermin.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Sou eu que me visto com noite,</span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Me deito na terra</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">E solto uma palavra:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">LUA</span>.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Nua,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Sou eu que penteio o mar,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Nos dedos desfaço ondas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Deste meu disperso cabelo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><span style="color:#ffff00;">ESTRELAS</span>.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">É vê-las</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Cair sem esperanças de voltar,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Quando estou a chorar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Sonhos acordados </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Saudades.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Saudades de ti;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Que ao contrário de mim,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Te vestes com dia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">E deitando-te na terra,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Soltas outra palavra:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">SOL</span>.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">E eu estou do outro lado.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">Susana Júlio, in <em><strong>Riscos que ficaram no Tempo</strong></em>, Som da Tinta.</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225812584115178578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SIXQ25LzjFI/AAAAAAAABhI/XDhP6IcrWHo/s400/Fetish_by_NuclearSeasons.jpg" border="0" /> </div>Susana Júliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240256612272178941noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-41580450013846537632008-07-11T01:28:00.003+01:002008-07-12T08:45:51.903+01:00Individualidade<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71BC_CKfcl6svF9IlOG6ZCvuh_r45S1Or1Cs8o9HY4clgFDhxxexQFlQ0E0fLDnQItBxervdw-1cLnEiGt3ZC8qcuaZ5H1TJpzEg-T3iYhhlLJ_2bM_FWP8POFViUeCjlmBXmFSM_LvQO/s1600-h/multidao-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221548435708114834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71BC_CKfcl6svF9IlOG6ZCvuh_r45S1Or1Cs8o9HY4clgFDhxxexQFlQ0E0fLDnQItBxervdw-1cLnEiGt3ZC8qcuaZ5H1TJpzEg-T3iYhhlLJ_2bM_FWP8POFViUeCjlmBXmFSM_LvQO/s400/multidao-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"Perder a individualidade e converter-se em mais uma peça do mecanismo, está abaixo da dignidade humana." (Gandhi)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221548443324153010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0koEf5kmjhkMRQZbiURyTSlx4FlK4J1sHB0_ULsBXWVLrm1_f16eonlcdRrXfMe2lVm-t9K9i65Sa_3DcPCq04zv7SanWDGH4OqQ6sCmUOHE_HmuIWpui8olQbTpsTVISnJYxx9GCvzi/s400/multidao-4.jpg" border="0" />Porcelainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03205343717582498308noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-52683673549301195222008-07-06T16:47:00.004+01:002008-07-06T17:05:00.036+01:00ABRAÇANDO A ETERNIDADE<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SHDsnqFj5UI/AAAAAAAABc0/g5rPUwLeAS0/s1600-h/Embrace_Eternity_by_ladynightseduction.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932134179071298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SHDsnqFj5UI/AAAAAAAABc0/g5rPUwLeAS0/s400/Embrace_Eternity_by_ladynightseduction.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"> "Trausentes eternos por nós mesmos, não há paisagem senão o que somos. Nada possuímos, porque nem a nós possuímos. Nada temos porque nada somos. Que mãos estenderei para que universo? O universo não é meu: sou eu."</span></div><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><strong>Bernardo Soares</strong>, in <em>Livro do Desassossego</em></span></p>Susana Júliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240256612272178941noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-58265333042286742852008-06-26T11:16:00.004+01:002008-06-26T11:28:52.265+01:00<div align="center">"Toda a tua erudição, todos os teus estudos sobre Shakespeare e Wordsworth seriam em vão se, simultaneamente, não te tivesses dedicado a construir a tua personalidade e a conseguir o domínio dos teus pensamentos e das tuas acções." (Gandhi)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216134780717002530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgme1wXUTARenfn69HuUDhxdKVERH-O884mK-scnEtzF76yi0lX3n1Uc7J5bGOtC63-cqabBW0MF9FSLfqAqJb4LWPVK-9EsLPME_lC2EZ-zJQOOvILR4SGc3QQ2UsYcWl6rCxikAc_sH1_/s400/Sandcastles_by_SilentBeforeTheStorm.jpg" border="0" /> </div>Porcelainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03205343717582498308noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-10837347119705402352008-06-21T17:26:00.003+01:002008-06-21T17:39:48.632+01:00CHÁ DE PALAVRAS<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SF0un9BhvgI/AAAAAAAABXc/9vWyZsQyQYo/s1600-h/a_cup_of_gossip_by_Pocket_Zoo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214375207495646722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SF0un9BhvgI/AAAAAAAABXc/9vWyZsQyQYo/s400/a_cup_of_gossip_by_Pocket_Zoo.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>"Preparo um chá de poesia,<br />e saboreio-o lentamente, como ele deve de ser saboreado.<br />Afinal eu tenho sempre a chaleira dos poemas ao lume e bolachas com pinguinhas de versos prontas para servir a quem as quiser degustar, assim como eu o faço.<br />Sôfrego engulo pétalas de <span style="color:#cc33cc;">rosas</span> e planto-as de volta<br />no jardim de onde saíram e para onde, triunfais, agora regressam."</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">excerto de <em>CHÁ DE POESIA</em>, por <strong>Nuno Rita</strong></span></span></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"><strong>...ALGUÉM É SERVIDO?!...</strong></span></span></p></div>Susana Júliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240256612272178941noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-87979202987000942442008-06-07T17:54:00.008+01:002008-06-07T18:18:14.792+01:00COMPANHEIROS<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">quero</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">escrever-me de homens</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">quero</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">calçar-me de terra</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">quero ser</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">a estrada marinha</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">que prossegue depois do último caminho<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209189129996079010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SErB6g0-D6I/AAAAAAAABQ4/tam9zuo5zlM/s400/doubt11.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">e quando ficar sem mim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">não terei escrito</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">senão por vós</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">irmãos de um sonho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">por vós</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">que não sereis derrotados</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188740822340306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SErBj3CuEtI/AAAAAAAABQw/mboi7hlHzvU/s400/83f8e45926c9bd796772166922fc8527.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <span style="font-family:arial;">deixo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">a paciência dos rios</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">a idade dos livros</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188130811683426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SErBAWk2ImI/AAAAAAAABQg/gWHXI9mMuUo/s400/i_love_the_books_by_Withering.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">mas não lego</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">mapa nem bússola</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">porque andei sempre</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">sobre meus pés</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">e doeu-me</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">às vezes</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">viver</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">hei-de inventar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">um verso que vos faça justiça<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188514646163458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SErBWseHgAI/AAAAAAAABQo/Vvp_vovTc68/s400/dancing_figures_by_NuclearSeasons.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">por ora</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">basta-me o arco-íris<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209187827386590578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SErAusOqpXI/AAAAAAAABQY/h77q_okuUt8/s400/_TASTE_THE_RAINBOW__by_homigl14.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">em que vos sonho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">basta-te saber que morreis demasiado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">por viverdes de menos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">mas que permaneceis sem preço</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">companheiros<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209187586946968034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SErAgshZKeI/AAAAAAAABQQ/qQD7ScyL-Dw/s400/Breathe_by_homigl14.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"><strong>Mia Couto</strong>(inéditos de «Maderazinco»)</span></div>Susana Júliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240256612272178941noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-34935365081037412692008-05-29T23:29:00.004+01:002008-05-29T23:53:04.846+01:00languidez<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtQcI12yaemVjNS1iUkAg2IqD72OIShLAeRzmwBInX98ub_7FBxu97PCBCKXRO4AnuJwSi31x_tn-S1zmEilU4lAyGm7J8k2WXfDWIfK5Pi13B6U-PE1DXD54W5_G_z2FhXeTzUMop3w/s1600-h/violetas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205936394138901346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtQcI12yaemVjNS1iUkAg2IqD72OIShLAeRzmwBInX98ub_7FBxu97PCBCKXRO4AnuJwSi31x_tn-S1zmEilU4lAyGm7J8k2WXfDWIfK5Pi13B6U-PE1DXD54W5_G_z2FhXeTzUMop3w/s200/violetas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Fecho as pálpebras roxas, quase pretas, </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Que poisam sobre duas violetas, </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Asas leves cansadas de voar... </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">E a minha boca tem uns beijos mudos... </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">E as minhas mãos, uns pálidos veludos, </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Traçam gestos de sonho pelo ar... </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Florbela Espanca</strong></span></div>muguethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02266422902057885803noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-5773228709653680722008-05-22T00:42:00.003+01:002008-05-22T01:17:42.299+01:00Let me share...... my latest book with you... Vou dividi-lo entre aqui e o meu blog dos livros...<br /><br />Hope you enjoy it!<br /><br />O livro: "A Sabedoria de Gandhi", Sir Richard Attenborought, Casa das Letras<br /><br />"A força não provém das capacidades físicas, mas de uma vontade indomável."<br />Mahatma Gandhi<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYF2ZAClmevgro-6ymxKAOr8KGY_lPakGj-ZKRsxZCqIL8J4xcx1mAeEAIEbRFtqUPMXq2NvLOdFYSLk4QaQ8qZhzwjDYxCy8QC6N7I05PdBm7rJ02LVky2OMNJRGklxND1DEaz5NE_C8/s1600-h/strength1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYF2ZAClmevgro-6ymxKAOr8KGY_lPakGj-ZKRsxZCqIL8J4xcx1mAeEAIEbRFtqUPMXq2NvLOdFYSLk4QaQ8qZhzwjDYxCy8QC6N7I05PdBm7rJ02LVky2OMNJRGklxND1DEaz5NE_C8/s400/strength1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202987490720097106" /></a>Porcelainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03205343717582498308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-87379611175803359492008-05-07T18:45:00.005+01:002008-05-07T18:55:23.477+01:00mil vezes mil<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNvw0cyiKEPWxwcH63xjiStdgziF9eQgLhCMTHEW7BM7961IjxCevPtlG5nnywz0t0tEw358Avv1yW6nUAc1qCvl8EuaH2e6ezOUrBQFYkbmwh8G3-7U2oiUNOjV-BMR05iqn5Ygw_oco/s1600-h/main.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197693639485448114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNvw0cyiKEPWxwcH63xjiStdgziF9eQgLhCMTHEW7BM7961IjxCevPtlG5nnywz0t0tEw358Avv1yW6nUAc1qCvl8EuaH2e6ezOUrBQFYkbmwh8G3-7U2oiUNOjV-BMR05iqn5Ygw_oco/s400/main.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">tão bom, mas tão <span style="font-size:180%;">bom</span>........</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">são <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">mil</span> </strong>as formas de amar...mas a mais linda de todas é aquela que completa, a que sentimos por nós próprias <span style="font-size:180%;">!!</span></span></div>muguethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02266422902057885803noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-51853988935424555222008-05-06T18:28:00.002+01:002008-05-06T18:42:51.874+01:001...2...3...<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SCCVaOtRiBI/AAAAAAAABJ8/ee-jJRabmlo/s1600-h/Wish_by_nikon914.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197318247842678802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SCCVaOtRiBI/AAAAAAAABJ8/ee-jJRabmlo/s400/Wish_by_nikon914.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong> ...i Just simPly wIsh...</strong></span></span></div>Susana Júliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240256612272178941noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319243606825180185.post-74570213534775332122008-05-02T12:21:00.001+01:002008-05-02T12:28:34.287+01:00VIAGEM<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SBr6qetRhxI/AAAAAAAABH8/u0in2U6qud8/s1600-h/tea_for_two_I_by_miamiam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195740727829694226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rhMrTRZSXw/SBr6qetRhxI/AAAAAAAABH8/u0in2U6qud8/s400/tea_for_two_I_by_miamiam.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">“A viagem não começa quando se percorrem as distâncias, mas quando se atravessam as nossas fronteiras interiores.”</span><br /></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Mia Couto</span></strong><br /></div>Susana Júliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240256612272178941noreply@blogger.com11