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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Amar o perdido</span></b><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>deixa confundido</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small; text-align: center;"><b>este coração.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Nada pode o olvido</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>contra o sem sentido</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>apelo do Não.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">As coisas tangíveis</span></b><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>tornam-se insensíveis</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>à palma da mão</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Mas as coisas findas</span></b><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>muito mais que lindas,</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>essas ficarão.</b></span></div>
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<br />luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-30663792466503540342012-12-14T15:23:00.000-02:002012-12-14T15:23:21.555-02:00<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k1URjfe-aGI" width="560"></iframe><br />luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-27066206090255812342012-05-31T19:27:00.003-03:002012-05-31T19:38:25.734-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil59-fFfrH4UsjUH9Y0jlTgHbW3yr78Kpd_yzwZtwxvK1mKmxxg87AeORZhKIw749KgXIjaMnOkR_1zksTu1ttU2CzWHBuwNVJiz-v1Rfe1L-EvFoaJEPBSj_MLVVGQqsCOZTEHXKVA_I/s1600/Capturas+de+tela712-001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748830190694129234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil59-fFfrH4UsjUH9Y0jlTgHbW3yr78Kpd_yzwZtwxvK1mKmxxg87AeORZhKIw749KgXIjaMnOkR_1zksTu1ttU2CzWHBuwNVJiz-v1Rfe1L-EvFoaJEPBSj_MLVVGQqsCOZTEHXKVA_I/s400/Capturas+de+tela712-001.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em>"Dor não tem nada haver com amargura.<br />Acho que tudo que acontece<br />é feito pra gente aprender cada vez mais,<br />é pra ensinar a gente a viver.<br />Desdobrável.<br />Cada dia mais rica de humanidade."<br /><br />Adélia Prado</em></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-64329429310348009092012-05-31T16:29:00.002-03:002012-05-31T16:35:21.961-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHgrqNO3KhyEBOTLtWSXrX3Hj9CTvQ4I1hsiGMr0a8D1Z3hAdiY7PK5l3CB1cC5lX7GZ58SZgORRiPzRqrmsYRi20ke9fJhUmLAYnogb-bEraba134ShoWAQYwq3ORqTnrswArjpABYDY/s1600/ueiowuidkopotdooptdjojoigjidgjijidfjoihjifdoiudoifutiouioeuiute8uru8t98e97t987987te979te7897te987e98798er7987er9879re798er798re7er897er979er-002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748781999641717234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHgrqNO3KhyEBOTLtWSXrX3Hj9CTvQ4I1hsiGMr0a8D1Z3hAdiY7PK5l3CB1cC5lX7GZ58SZgORRiPzRqrmsYRi20ke9fJhUmLAYnogb-bEraba134ShoWAQYwq3ORqTnrswArjpABYDY/s400/ueiowuidkopotdooptdjojoigjidgjijidfjoihjifdoiudoifutiouioeuiute8uru8t98e97t987987te979te7897te987e98798er7987er9879re798er798re7er897er979er-002.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>"Gente estranha essa, que insiste em despir-se<br />depois de há muito se ter despido."<br /></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Pedro Jordão</span></em></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-52849854283987683672012-05-31T15:50:00.003-03:002012-05-31T16:13:45.668-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsmkZSw6Eq9onhoB7_ms4jhr9H0dgRo2IMXluViDYfzUuqVjpF8LKFBfsbGCt0MLJpBgvT6XzHYvoDfdXxUWQCb_4s9ruduMQz0KdMdFrBMxP3urzq8Dh9025KIRDXG98uq72yCAWWtY/s1600/Capturas+de+tela708-002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748773673484786642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsmkZSw6Eq9onhoB7_ms4jhr9H0dgRo2IMXluViDYfzUuqVjpF8LKFBfsbGCt0MLJpBgvT6XzHYvoDfdXxUWQCb_4s9ruduMQz0KdMdFrBMxP3urzq8Dh9025KIRDXG98uq72yCAWWtY/s400/Capturas+de+tela708-002.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em>"Intimidade é quando a vida da gente relaxa diante de outra vida e respira macio. Não há porque se defender de coisa alguma nem porque se esforçar para o que quer que seja. O coração pode espalhar os seus brinquedos. Cantar a música que cada instante compõe. Bordar cada encontro com as linhas do seu próprio novelo. Contar as paisagens que vê enquanto cria o caminho. Andar descalço, sem medo de ferir os pés."<br /><br />Ana Jácomo</div></em>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-15257514672720117802012-05-30T15:43:00.002-03:002012-05-31T17:24:37.631-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHupL5aQi2A8FxGhIukxTgIlFMmIP2rL-Nbifq-aUxPEEsmHZeECmi4aTNr8gN8UNFgAgNWGLQJ0KovYUW5v5oDaerfPSwIPiChavf0KQF-xLPVrJ0dlhuI6BT-3oZaW_pNKUk9TfUg0/s1600/Captura+de+tela+inteira+322012+132939-003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHupL5aQi2A8FxGhIukxTgIlFMmIP2rL-Nbifq-aUxPEEsmHZeECmi4aTNr8gN8UNFgAgNWGLQJ0KovYUW5v5oDaerfPSwIPiChavf0KQF-xLPVrJ0dlhuI6BT-3oZaW_pNKUk9TfUg0/s400/Captura+de+tela+inteira+322012+132939-003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748795907726750162" /></a>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-88215757239879763242012-05-12T11:44:00.001-03:002012-05-12T11:44:54.511-03:00<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_Sb9A0KkPws" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-3142750680143000092012-05-12T11:24:00.001-03:002012-05-12T11:33:47.446-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbkfVZtRp7k8RzIKx5UCgZX6PT84A7JAd44oGZi7enA5lx_CPdCvE2k5AJLs7gbpJ5z9hxwCybPcZtxJpMnf-jfkTYa05HQtSf7z_lvHzYtNFwTgU8UPXkgHHEELMcAN71eSCVXUA3Bw/s1600/proiupeouiopueoputrugjfkljlkgjoieruoueuroueotuoruoeurote.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5741653809976822210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbkfVZtRp7k8RzIKx5UCgZX6PT84A7JAd44oGZi7enA5lx_CPdCvE2k5AJLs7gbpJ5z9hxwCybPcZtxJpMnf-jfkTYa05HQtSf7z_lvHzYtNFwTgU8UPXkgHHEELMcAN71eSCVXUA3Bw/s400/proiupeouiopueoputrugjfkljlkgjoieruoueuroueotuoruoeurote.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"O grito que dou<br />é mudo e só<br />apesar da fanfarra<br />dos sentimentos<br />ebulição perdida<br />vapor<br />calor<br />ausência sentida<br />pressentida uma outra dor<br /><br />sem faltas de nada<br />a espada do brilho<br />seco em lábios de fome<br />madura<br /><br /></span><strong>quero dizer-te em segredo<br />o azul, a casa, a praia<br />a solidão do degredo"<br /></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Rui de Morais</span></em></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-17702368153836175222012-05-12T10:20:00.006-03:002012-05-31T18:28:58.366-03:00<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSywjZZ5c-Zk-GhZoh5ZOMZ-Um3NLlZkKtT_IrEkmkNlZOsCoWUByGEd1pAYQ5rMkpuDgClppevaMgBi0aEhVl-ejfW8sFsxLftUG1RvXTyRPMknBvFag9-sBhxYILGvxlT27JPQsocF4/s1600/jdslkjfljlsjoieuoiuriouowueouojfoidjiofjoiduoifuoeuwoeiuoiuoieuoueouoeruoeuoiueoiuoerwuowuoieuwoiweuouweouweo.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5741637360052508306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSywjZZ5c-Zk-GhZoh5ZOMZ-Um3NLlZkKtT_IrEkmkNlZOsCoWUByGEd1pAYQ5rMkpuDgClppevaMgBi0aEhVl-ejfW8sFsxLftUG1RvXTyRPMknBvFag9-sBhxYILGvxlT27JPQsocF4/s400/jdslkjfljlsjoieuoiuriouowueouojfoidjiofjoiduoifuoeuwoeiuoiuoieuoueouoeruoeuoiueoiuoerwuowuoieuwoiweuouweouweo.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center"><em>Faz muito pouco tempo<br />Aprendi a aceitar<br />Quem é dono da verdade<br />Não é dono de ninguem...<br /></p></em><p align="center"><iframe height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fXpSFI7oUzE" frameborder="0" width="200"></iframe><br /></p>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-54743288543820642142012-05-12T10:12:00.002-03:002012-05-12T10:18:59.818-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKiEJKR_hYNJ_BXov_aNk8PQrRIHYBzsG9rFzBiU7vc7DejqDysTdSxw5BeFChuW-bAmlNC7jUk8tDgAiY5Wsd_y7_x2fj5Iqhst1K-BFsqVjok8hwUWq9nKAaKnFBuaFvga_5ykRJuw/s1600/yieyiyiuwqyiueykfhkdjskfjhkjaHERIOUIOWROIERYOIYYIEURYIUYIYI.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKiEJKR_hYNJ_BXov_aNk8PQrRIHYBzsG9rFzBiU7vc7DejqDysTdSxw5BeFChuW-bAmlNC7jUk8tDgAiY5Wsd_y7_x2fj5Iqhst1K-BFsqVjok8hwUWq9nKAaKnFBuaFvga_5ykRJuw/s400/yieyiyiuwqyiueykfhkdjskfjhkjaHERIOUIOWROIERYOIYYIEURYIUYIYI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5741635576998657410" /></a>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-65469186670350939992012-05-12T10:02:00.002-03:002012-05-12T10:09:18.444-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgX5sLRRkhJNk7eS0jizv3sFrIihj-i1tg_VGrejxU3XzBd1XwSwF7chZz55rLO-VDFPajaxv30_kcpudKR_GMgcfBOhRUrV3Cjmy3sIBiqXy2W_7Yeref3CAsmnrIZLsQJiAh_Kk77eA/s1600/joiudroieuwoiruoiwueirouoiwurofijaslkdjfklhdskhrfeuiouoiuwoeuoiwukifhkldhkfshiyewiueoiuofy.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5741631740533888002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgX5sLRRkhJNk7eS0jizv3sFrIihj-i1tg_VGrejxU3XzBd1XwSwF7chZz55rLO-VDFPajaxv30_kcpudKR_GMgcfBOhRUrV3Cjmy3sIBiqXy2W_7Yeref3CAsmnrIZLsQJiAh_Kk77eA/s400/joiudroieuwoiruoiwueirouoiwurofijaslkdjfklhdskhrfeuiouoiuwoeuoiwukifhkldhkfshiyewiueoiuofy.jpg" /></a><br /><br />"Tua verdade? </div><br /><div align="center">Não,<br />A VERDADE, e<br />vem comigo buscá-la.<br /></div><br /><div align="center">A TUA,<br />essa guarda-a."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">António Machado</span></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-90105046040436063042012-05-12T09:59:00.001-03:002012-05-13T21:01:09.777-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7Q6aFu4d5b5d1wQeKNIALwIRUD_fhg-nw6kjpQDe_H4fW_n_9BwzAFHVi7BC2tLIbLxIDpQ5hY8W5EpG-JHaIT6UGGstGvLf_1K_98wxAxHYsiPzOwJ3vFWVuPS3yCA-252lgpCiABg/s160/urouoruoweriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllltueiouyioeirte89r97437547yiuerywiuyiwyetyiweyiwieytiwue.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5742172049347363922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7Q6aFu4d5b5d1wQeKNIALwIRUD_fhg-nw6kjpQDe_H4fW_n_9BwzAFHVi7BC2tLIbLxIDpQ5hY8W5EpG-JHaIT6UGGstGvLf_1K_98wxAxHYsiPzOwJ3vFWVuPS3yCA-252lgpCiABg/s400/urouoruoweriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllltueiouyioeirte89r97437547yiuerywiuyiwyetyiweyiwieytiwue.jpg" /></a><br /><em>...<br />"Quero apenas cinco coisas.<br />Primeiro é o amor sem fim<br />A segunda é ver o Outono<br />A terceira é o grave inverno<br />Em quarto lugar o verão<br />A quinta coisa são teus olhos<br />Não quero dormir sem teus olhos.<br />Não quero ser...sem que me olhes.<br />Abro mão da primavera para que continues me olhando."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Pablo Neruda </span></em></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-35389706365189764722012-05-10T12:10:00.004-03:002012-05-10T14:19:48.928-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUdTMy3Ko2nzqWBXdKCo2tmyLEJt6GAN8FmLYGtbcmGo1vEmLgeWY7Zk-X4UQYaxv8U9eBC54eq1Ov3esiahW3eyg6u3lsMuUUm5NvTy5SwwRmBb-d0f_ivo6kgHJUzsYxY0r8KiIUwT0/s1600/oeuwoiurioeuwoiueiouwoieuiouwoieuouwoieuoiwuioeuiouwoeufhdkhkfhoiwuoieuriouwoieuoiwuoeuoiw-001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5740955427929264242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUdTMy3Ko2nzqWBXdKCo2tmyLEJt6GAN8FmLYGtbcmGo1vEmLgeWY7Zk-X4UQYaxv8U9eBC54eq1Ov3esiahW3eyg6u3lsMuUUm5NvTy5SwwRmBb-d0f_ivo6kgHJUzsYxY0r8KiIUwT0/s400/oeuwoiurioeuwoiueiouwoieuiouwoieuouwoieuoiwuioeuiouwoeufhdkhkfhoiwuoieuriouwoieuoiwuoeuoiw-001.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">O peso da vida!<br />Gostava de senti-lo à tua maneira<br />e ouvi-la crescer dentro de mim,<br />em carne viva,<br /><br />não queria somente<br />rasgar-te a ferida,<br />não queria apenas esta vocação paciente<br />do lavrador,<br />mas, também, a da terra<br />e que é a tua<br /><br /></span><em>"Assume o amor como um ofício<br />onde tens que te esmerar,<br /><br />repete-o até à perfeição,<br />repete-o quantas vezes for preciso<br />até dentro dele tudo durar<br />e ter sentido<br /><br />Deixa nele crescer o sol<br />até tarde,<br />deixa-o ser a asa da imaginação,<br />a casa da concórdia,<br /><br />só nunca deixes que sobre<br />para não ser memória."<br /><br /></em><span style="font-size:85%;">Eduardo White</span> </div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-36471654618236006172012-04-30T18:29:00.007-03:002012-04-30T18:53:47.487-03:00labirintos<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6NK4w_DTGvHNp1KvyQHpcPgQPCBBQaG8eOLe5qD_YpK6aF-ksaUI3nHuPB_vZZ_PgjB-AuTEmLO1odjGGhtKQ3PuRlkgH5P2JEhImi5W6duu1-g8AgTBjZXuIOVqlsDm-QatAaeM2aCw/s1600/ireippoieporijlkfjskljdlgjskljdlgkjksjdlfjoieuoiruowueourhyeruoiwyeurouqywer8uw9ru98ew78e7ruwiy589y73849275349.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5737315283719746354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6NK4w_DTGvHNp1KvyQHpcPgQPCBBQaG8eOLe5qD_YpK6aF-ksaUI3nHuPB_vZZ_PgjB-AuTEmLO1odjGGhtKQ3PuRlkgH5P2JEhImi5W6duu1-g8AgTBjZXuIOVqlsDm-QatAaeM2aCw/s400/ireippoieporijlkfjskljdlgjskljdlgkjksjdlfjoieuoiruowueourhyeruoiwyeurouqywer8uw9ru98ew78e7ruwiy589y73849275349.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em>"há labirintos que são uma renda<br />na qual os olhos se emaranham<br />e as mãos trabalham cuidadosas,<br />construindo detalhes<br />em voltas quase imperceptíveis<br />que cobrem e descobrem<br />e desenham desenhos impossíveis:<br />os mais belos.<br /><br />nestes labirintos eu me perderia<br />com a alma leve<br />e o corpo a cantar<br />num ritmo de blues.<br /><br />como se tecesse cada dia.<br />como se tecesse a minúcia,<br />a curva,<br />o fio tênue;<br />entremeadas as palavras<br />e os passos.<br /><br />fôlego breve,<br />grito semi surdo,<br />olhos voltados para o encantamento.<br /><br /><strong>vida a correr nas veias."<br /></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Silvia Chueire</span></em></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-84234113790240674222012-04-30T17:18:00.007-03:002012-05-04T01:03:16.501-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5I9NijEBkt6hkqEkUgNJJtO6hVuxxGvKSU81w8hxBnAhOsqN_K_wiEoo37bVY04TA6RYU4pDPgszPU3yy8l_XjXw24pdWuiCNeWy68WHGV5x84QAuLd1Nsh4XEz0id5la0TbJpUqqp8/s1600/oieuwoiuoeriouwuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuerw87r34987273478yreuiyuiqyew86342846876283468628342.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5737294675625655730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5I9NijEBkt6hkqEkUgNJJtO6hVuxxGvKSU81w8hxBnAhOsqN_K_wiEoo37bVY04TA6RYU4pDPgszPU3yy8l_XjXw24pdWuiCNeWy68WHGV5x84QAuLd1Nsh4XEz0id5la0TbJpUqqp8/s400/oieuwoiuoeriouwuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuerw87r34987273478yreuiyuiqyew86342846876283468628342.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em>"A verdade é que vivo de paixões<br />paixão de luz, de mar, de amar<br />o mundo de todas as maneiras<br />de ver pelo teu olhar, pelo meu<br />mas sempre inteira me entrego<br />a tudo o que me toca<br />assim sou eu<br /><br />...<br /><br /><strong>A chama acesa sempre<br />sou eu assim"<br /></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Bárbara Pais </span></em></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-57796114024974499722012-04-27T18:58:00.002-03:002012-04-27T19:19:17.193-03:00<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p2EsCah4mgU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-9282155288720882322012-04-27T14:30:00.007-03:002012-04-27T18:50:44.327-03:00ser, parecer<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD8beFtczoGYIX1Lyr6ryzm3FGcwv9hQX-BKZoq98jABOZD8hyDGNZJrmZt4qCg-RCWJnxITfupHzrZzkT0yxb1B6NFyBJIXCHycxwT-iN1qnsHHGaBLDTECBJCz3HZ5pjju4jSuuZCQo/s1600/uroeturuoidsuoiueoruouwoueoutwouerouwouotpuwetuoooooooooooooooooooooooooutiweut74398779487598y4eteuiyw6r286543286483yrieuwyr678236846.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5736201231946383138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD8beFtczoGYIX1Lyr6ryzm3FGcwv9hQX-BKZoq98jABOZD8hyDGNZJrmZt4qCg-RCWJnxITfupHzrZzkT0yxb1B6NFyBJIXCHycxwT-iN1qnsHHGaBLDTECBJCz3HZ5pjju4jSuuZCQo/s400/uroeturuoidsuoiueoruouwoueoutwouerouwouotpuwetuoooooooooooooooooooooooooutiweut74398779487598y4eteuiyw6r286543286483yrieuwyr678236846.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em>"Entre o desejo de ser<br />e o receio de parecer<br />o tormento da hora cindida<br /><br />Na desordem do sangue<br />a aventura de sermos nós<br />restitui-nos ao ser<br />que fazemos de conta que somos."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mia Couto</span></em></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-33910596872522138992012-04-27T11:33:00.006-03:002012-04-27T14:05:04.229-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0e1CKYGLJF9o5QyopGKCg7lhip-mMDqupJq-SZj-dNiqWTsJyhA0wfwhVz_xb23oltppu-sBz8YTP8KvL3OzszXt6FXQ98kXPBffkZzpYRRidKFjs4cf4OsaN2vU9RNANz_JTeCqtyE/s1600/poirteourtueouorujlfkdjfgjfldkjlkfdjdioutreoiruouoeruoeuoureouoeryereryyery8er686874686386486386845854654364386.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5736126254597078226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0e1CKYGLJF9o5QyopGKCg7lhip-mMDqupJq-SZj-dNiqWTsJyhA0wfwhVz_xb23oltppu-sBz8YTP8KvL3OzszXt6FXQ98kXPBffkZzpYRRidKFjs4cf4OsaN2vU9RNANz_JTeCqtyE/s400/poirteourtueouorujlfkdjfgjfldkjlkfdjdioutreoiruouoeruoeuoureouoeryereryyery8er686874686386486386845854654364386.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em>"Possuir é perder.<br /></em><em><strong>Sentir sem possuir é guardar,<br /></strong>porque é extrair de uma coisa a sua essência."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fernando Pessoa</span></em></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-32750877647249679962012-04-27T11:21:00.004-03:002012-04-27T11:27:08.692-03:00mesa dos sonhos<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9CEOdT0ESBYrvyki-Hf-fZmet9gtR4toUY5c9GlQnTNSxSTud2ZFmGREXvf_ckNa3NA4GEaJiZQH1PS_R37uatz5eHZ3IuaKoXsRgRaFysmYDlaiQ-jEkMDkUOcA_qjleOurHXIEI70/s1600/ore%25C3%25B3ipeiopripiepoirpieporipoiepkfgjdfgoipripoietujojrfgojoreouteroutruoyuueouroeu.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5736086489465044322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9CEOdT0ESBYrvyki-Hf-fZmet9gtR4toUY5c9GlQnTNSxSTud2ZFmGREXvf_ckNa3NA4GEaJiZQH1PS_R37uatz5eHZ3IuaKoXsRgRaFysmYDlaiQ-jEkMDkUOcA_qjleOurHXIEI70/s400/ore%25C3%25B3ipeiopripiepoirpieporipoiepkfgjdfgoipripoietujojrfgojoreouteroutruoyuueouroeu.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em>"Ao lado do homem vou crescendo<br /><br />Defendo-me da morte quando dou<br />Meu corpo ao seu desejo violento<br />E lhe devoro o corpo lentamente<br /><br />Mesa dos sonhos no meu corpo vivem<br />Todas as formas e começam<br />Todas as vidas<br /><br />Ao lado do homem vou crescendo<br /><br />E defendo-me da morte povoando<br />de novos sonhos a vida."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Alexandre O'Neill </span></em></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-59647606028596885042012-04-22T21:12:00.000-03:002012-04-22T21:12:22.918-03:00lembrança alada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Mia Couto</span></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-52036829920494012372012-04-22T16:07:00.003-03:002012-04-27T19:49:59.802-03:00<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;">"Lembra o tempo que você sentia. E sentir era a forma mais sábia de saber e você nem sabia ?" </span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8tkQlarttGILfezXPwjN02B67YezQ7sQc8XtY-za6gLq9OkH_CVsHGUVNh3sSrlCEI5LYCPJi5ll9-jrgI1aE7sX-zWcF-thr8sevk8wrqh1jXhVyTjtiKV2Nn3XQDIisvA456xjRxg/s1600/Capturas+de+tela9.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8tkQlarttGILfezXPwjN02B67YezQ7sQc8XtY-za6gLq9OkH_CVsHGUVNh3sSrlCEI5LYCPJi5ll9-jrgI1aE7sX-zWcF-thr8sevk8wrqh1jXhVyTjtiKV2Nn3XQDIisvA456xjRxg/s400/Capturas+de+tela9.jpg" width="400" height="400" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;">Alice Ruiz</span></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-45943646560525650912012-04-17T16:53:00.003-03:002012-04-28T12:14:53.152-03:00o assunto...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5_dgswm-E-Hf6gdZ1CaU88la6XDklVOFi2YeTwWmnDUKmDaOgLIYLAwVJDhEziF41JT97VYmNW-wLjU1n0RcJwivb6TAZcN4X6FO8lpNHlTNZa-cPhRDrsxMAVIAQn6ijZENiMSQ0Ns/s1600/iuoeiuotuoueoiruotoeuoruoueourouoeruoueoruoeuoruoueoruouteourojjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjoiuroiuouoeurou.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5736470231922298450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5_dgswm-E-Hf6gdZ1CaU88la6XDklVOFi2YeTwWmnDUKmDaOgLIYLAwVJDhEziF41JT97VYmNW-wLjU1n0RcJwivb6TAZcN4X6FO8lpNHlTNZa-cPhRDrsxMAVIAQn6ijZENiMSQ0Ns/s400/iuoeiuotuoueoiruotoeuoruoueourouoeruoueoruoeuoruoueoruouteourojjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjoiuroiuouoeurou.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em>"E nunca me perguntes o assunto de um poema:<br />-um poema sempre fala de outra coisa."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mario Quintana</span></em></div>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446164713792522973.post-54196845453957973852012-04-17T16:42:00.002-03:002012-04-17T16:50:27.818-03:00<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OdsSfsu9D6E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>luhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16051543723433056380noreply@blogger.com0