tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173754522012-01-31T18:52:21.417ZO MEU ESPAÇO DE REFLEXÃO E PARTILHA. PARA MIM, PARA TODOS QUANTOS NELE SE QUISEREM ENCONTRAR...avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.comBlogger13411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-58211738581800429092009-01-04T17:17:00.005Z2009-01-04T17:27:02.376Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SWDxD4NFfPI/AAAAAAAAETc/TloarQWsQF4/s1600-h/Poetry.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287491011462135026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SWDxD4NFfPI/AAAAAAAAETc/TloarQWsQF4/s320/Poetry.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">Amigos,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">como já devem ter percebido...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">tenho estado menos tempo nesta MESA!!!!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">Esta será sempre a MINHA MESA!!!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#336666;">Mas continuo</span> </span><br /><div><a href="http://oscantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><strong>num outro cantinho</strong></span></a></div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">a partilhar os meus dias, os meus pensamentos,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">com todos os que aí me quiserem encontrar!!!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">Aos que aqui sempre estiveram,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">"BRIGADOS"!!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">E TUDO DE BOM,PARA VÓS!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">avelaneiraflorida</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-5821173858180042909?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-81664705150820765152008-12-03T15:35:00.004Z2008-12-03T15:50:22.502Z<div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Enquanto estamos a viver um MOMENTO HISTÓRICO...</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"alguém" vem ao Jornal da televisão dizer que "NÃO está a acontecer NADA!!!!!"</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275590458448151826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/STapkhg-BRI/AAAAAAAADF0/n02c9lTSbbs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;">Aliás:</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;">"TUDO ESTÁ A FUNCIONAR EM PLENO"!!!!!!</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;">e...</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;">com um bocadinho de sorte, digo eu, ainda há uma SOBRELOTAÇÃO NAS ESCOLAS, HOJE!!!!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;">Imagem©Google Images</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8166470515082076515?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-68787015348178482672008-12-02T21:01:00.004Z2008-12-02T21:16:21.205Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">A uma cidade ao anoitecer...</span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/STWjm1plHTI/AAAAAAAADFs/itZPQg8jtQY/s1600-h/28112008508.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275302426166238514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/STWjm1plHTI/AAAAAAAADFs/itZPQg8jtQY/s320/28112008508.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000066;"> A uma antiga memória...</span><br /></span><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/STWjWHdwUEI/AAAAAAAADFk/eBsWNUci1xI/s1600-h/28112008505.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275302138890702914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/STWjWHdwUEI/AAAAAAAADFk/eBsWNUci1xI/s320/28112008505.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"> A momentos únicos da infância...</span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/STWjHqxc3PI/AAAAAAAADFc/YsaJRnRyP4c/s1600-h/28112008507.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275301890670517490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/STWjHqxc3PI/AAAAAAAADFc/YsaJRnRyP4c/s320/28112008507.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#000066;">E, de súbito, o tempo sobrepôs-se a si próprio. Regressaram, intensos, pedaços de vida. A noite resguardou cores, cheiros, que já não subiam há muito à tona do sentir...</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000066;">Completou-se, plena, a magia da PARTILHA!</span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000066;"><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografias©Avelaneira Florida</span><br /></span></span><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-6878701534817848267?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-8059689998182063832008-12-01T09:02:00.002Z2008-12-01T09:07:03.421Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/STOoYoR6tMI/AAAAAAAADFU/cOvd0NyK5v0/s1600-h/pergo_madsn_maple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274744729663878338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/STOoYoR6tMI/AAAAAAAADFU/cOvd0NyK5v0/s320/pergo_madsn_maple.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Até podia ser verdade...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Mas este"local não identificado" é de "ficção"!!!!!!!!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">PORTANTO...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">"Bora lá" aos papéis...e mais papéis....e mais papéis!!!!!!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;">Imagem©Google Images</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-805968999818206383?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-67652916104364448142008-11-29T19:54:00.006Z2008-11-29T20:10:44.156Z<div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">A propósito de um post passado... sobre JOE SORREN!!!<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">alguém teve a amabilidade de corrigir um erro! </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">A pintura que postei não era do autor indicado mas de outro...</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274171085302312642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/STGeqIgUrsI/AAAAAAAADE8/hotb_CQMJQI/s320/mark-ryden-1.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">e passei a conhecer: Mark Ryden!!!!!</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Entretanto...</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">lá comecei a pular de sítio em sítio...</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274171528823733410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/STGfD8wEfKI/AAAAAAAADFE/Xh_k8Swb5wk/s320/water_nymph.jpg" border="0" /></span></p></div><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">e descubro mais outro: Naoto Hattori !!!!!</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Como não há duas...sem três...</span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274173683990827762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/STGhBZX8kvI/AAAAAAAADFM/W1NUTW0jnd0/s320/211-yerka.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><p></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Ganho mais um: Jacek Yerka!!!!!</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-6765291610436444814?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-46698409396027375822008-11-25T13:09:00.002Z2008-11-25T13:14:11.545Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SSv5VFDjB7I/AAAAAAAADE0/5wQ9GimXje0/s1600-h/bonsai-sadio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272581929296922546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SSv5VFDjB7I/AAAAAAAADE0/5wQ9GimXje0/s320/bonsai-sadio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;">Assim...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;">Uma força em imenso crescendo!!!!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;">Uma explosão de todas as flores!!!!!</span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"></span></em> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;">Imagem©www.dicasdebonsai.com.br</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4669840939602737582?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-80038805152307937492008-11-24T16:12:00.010Z2008-11-24T16:58:31.638Z<div align="justify"><span style="color:#330099;">Introduzida na Europa, no século XVI pelos conquistadores espanhóis, só no século XVIII passou a integrar a alimentação humana.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#330099;">No entanto, já seria plantada há 8000 anos na região do Lago Titicaca (Andes)...</span></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SSrX_e7sXXI/AAAAAAAADEs/rhu1Yq9LGDA/s1600-h/Solanum_tuberosum%C2%A9Solanum+tuberosum+by+Gaspard+Bauhin+(1591).png"><span style="color:#330099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272263799425752434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SSrX_e7sXXI/AAAAAAAADEs/rhu1Yq9LGDA/s320/Solanum_tuberosum%C2%A9Solanum+tuberosum+by+Gaspard+Bauhin+(1591).png" border="0" /></span></a></div><span style="color:#330099;">Pode parecer estranho...<br /></span><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272263111030105890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SSrXXadYZyI/AAAAAAAADEM/3L2Wx7jnXuM/s320/37979-004-9177BAFA.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div><span style="color:#330099;"><br /></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#330099;">Mas na Assembléia Geral da ONU foi aceite, em 2005, um pedido da Organização para Alimentação e Agricultura (FAO), solicitando que se reconhecesse a batata como <em><span style="font-size:130%;">o alimento básico para a população mundial</span></em>.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#330099;"><br /> </div></span><div align="justify"><span style="color:#330099;">Sendo rica em vitamina C, e em potássio, a batata pode contribuir para a redução das mortes provocadas por desnutrição. Depois do ovo e do leite, este tubérculo é o terceiro alimento com maior valor biológico .<br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#330099;"><br /></span></div><span style="color:#330099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272263293118089634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SSrXiAyiiaI/AAAAAAAADEU/wMfOWEwcBHs/s320/Solanum%2520tuberosum.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="justify"><span style="color:#330099;">[...] <em><span style="font-size:130%;">das 315 milhões de toneladas produzidas anualmente, 162 milhões, mais da metade, é produzida por países em desenvolvimento[...]</span></em></span></div><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330099;">Embora na Europa tenha vindo a diminuir o seu consumo tal não sucede nos países em desenvolvimento.</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Um terço das batatas do mundo é produzido pela China e pela Índia.</span></div><div><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#330099;">Mas para que a produção possa resistir às mutações das pragas e desenvolver-se correctamente será preciso investir na pesquisa científica. Ainda que esta decisão não seja consensual, mesmo entre os investigadores...</span></div><div><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;">2008 será , pois, o ANO INTERNACIONAL DA BATATA !!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Imagens © Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Pesquisa : Google Web</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8003880515230793749?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-31468829781724170432008-11-23T23:42:00.000Z2008-11-23T23:45:59.126Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SSnqx2jQgMI/AAAAAAAADEE/k3u-2G15Kd0/s1600-h/Caroline+Auf+Der+Treppe.+Caroline+On+The+Stairs,+1825+(C)+Caspar+David+Friedrich.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272002980991762626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SSnqx2jQgMI/AAAAAAAADEE/k3u-2G15Kd0/s320/Caroline+Auf+Der+Treppe.+Caroline+On+The+Stairs,+1825+(C)+Caspar+David+Friedrich.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem © Caspar David Friedrich</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-3146882978172417043?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-61400971004717005392008-11-22T17:42:00.005Z2008-11-22T17:52:16.081Z<div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SShFPnFehrI/AAAAAAAADDs/pWfrt_VRhpk/s1600-h/22112008499.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271539498329474738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SShFPnFehrI/AAAAAAAADDs/pWfrt_VRhpk/s320/22112008499.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271539783652849986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SShFgN_3uUI/AAAAAAAADD0/wu4JmhwRkm0/s320/22112008493.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">sentir o dia...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">partilhar as cores e texturas da natureza...</span></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271540461259474754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SShGHqR4R0I/AAAAAAAADD8/4v-CwvjWR-w/s320/22112008497.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">seguir , como o rio, MEMÓRIAS...</span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">até à foz.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografias©Avelaneira Florida</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-6140097100471700539?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-20821008715944003072008-11-18T12:41:00.002Z2008-11-18T12:53:44.395Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SSK6d6NGq8I/AAAAAAAADDc/ka9MYHWPZ74/s1600-h/ig2637_b~Bleu-Marine-Posters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269979536980093890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SSK6d6NGq8I/AAAAAAAADDc/ka9MYHWPZ74/s320/ig2637_b~Bleu-Marine-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Vivemos sobre a terra. Apresento-te </span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">a nossa casa, os nomes que</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">damos às coisas,</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">as honras que nos são</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">destinadas,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">este corpo de sangue e nervos. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Sobre ele que julgamos vivo</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">dizes minha razão. A da vida</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">e a de outras coisas</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">que se percebem. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Os barcos retomam lentos o seu lugar</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">em volta de um coração marinho.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Como se morre aqui?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;">João Miguel Fernandes Jorge</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Imagem (C) <a title="Guy Fontdeville" href="https://www.allposters.co.uk/-st/Guy-Fontdeville-Posters_c81695_.htm">Guy Fontdeville</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-2082100871594400307?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-88153999757218244472008-11-17T16:17:00.004Z2008-11-17T16:43:18.331Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SSGemFzr47I/AAAAAAAADDM/FleOgUEN1cI/s1600-h/l%27invention-de-la-vie+Rene+Magritte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269667416231371698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SSGemFzr47I/AAAAAAAADDM/FleOgUEN1cI/s320/l%27invention-de-la-vie+Rene+Magritte.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Porque é que este sonho absurdo<br />a que chamam realidade<br />não me obedece como os outros<br />que trago na cabeça?<br /><br />Eis a grande raiva!<br />Misturem-na com rosas<br />e chamem-lhe vida.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a class="plink2" title="Ver mais poemas de José Gomes Ferreira" href="http://www.astormentas.com/poemas.aspx?t=autor&amp;id=Jos%u00E9+Gomes+Ferreira" target="_blank"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>José Gomes Ferreira</strong></span></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem (C) Rene Magritte</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8815399975721824447?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-7812435887309691002008-11-15T22:39:00.005Z2008-11-15T22:48:05.313Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SR9RCLloKMI/AAAAAAAADDE/CqG4xSLqQSE/s1600-h/illumination+(C)+juanita+hagberg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269019186958969026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SR9RCLloKMI/AAAAAAAADDE/CqG4xSLqQSE/s320/illumination+(C)+juanita+hagberg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"> dia dos afectos!!!!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Memórias que se tocam e que se trocam entre gerações...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Um coração imenso. Amarelo. Único, nas gotas de tinta e no traço sentido de quem o colou no muro das vivências antigas!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Risos e palavras. Em troca de apenas momentos de partilha.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">OBRIGADA!!!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;">Imagem(C) juanita hagberg</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-781243588730969100?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-54382860655332813842008-11-14T21:53:00.004Z2008-11-14T21:57:28.086Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SR3z1Duq9bI/AAAAAAAADC8/kNpM6E8cPYQ/s1600-h/Ferdinand+Hodler+(1853-1918+Swiss).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268635231953024434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SR3z1Duq9bI/AAAAAAAADC8/kNpM6E8cPYQ/s320/Ferdinand+Hodler+(1853-1918+Swiss).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">Na tarde... </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">Na mão que se enlaça </span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">e nos acompanha no ritmo dos dias!!!!!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">Imagem(C) Ferdinand Hodler</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-5438286065533281384?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-87889473005262302602008-11-12T21:43:00.001Z2008-11-12T21:43:15.534Z<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/Gs_CxmMMpW4' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Gs_CxmMMpW4'/></object></p><p> sings for ever...MAMA AFRICA!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8788947300526230260?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-58032505079115646632008-11-12T08:44:00.004Z2008-11-12T09:16:12.439Z<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SRqeKkGgRdI/AAAAAAAADC0/gX-32Lp7d4U/s1600-h/grito.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267696618490054098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SRqeKkGgRdI/AAAAAAAADC0/gX-32Lp7d4U/s320/grito.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Não era este o post que aqui queria deixar hoje!!!!</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Queria, e vou fazê-lo, perpetuar a memória de MIRIAM MAKEBA!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Merece.E é digna de que lhe seja recordada não apenas a voz, mas a postura humana e social!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Ao contrário de uns tantos...que andam por aí!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Que nos fazem indignar; que nos fazem subir ao ponto mais alto do descontentamento!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Que não sabem VER, OUVIR, DIALOGAR, mas que lançam no mundo da Comunicação Social as suas frases de "intensa comiseração" por aqueles, coitados, que se afastaram do "caminho do bem" e andam perdidos nas veredas negras do abismo!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Pois, coitados, tadinhos, pobres deles, que até são INVISÍVEIS!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Mesmo que se mostrem, se juntem, se manifestem, façam um intenso minuto de silêncio!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Simplesmente são uns TÍTERES, umas frágeis MARIONETAS, manipuladas pela imensa e estranha vontade de " Não Quererem TRABALHAR MAIS HORAS"!!!!!!!! Que estão a opôr-se e a afrontar" Todos quantos até querem ser AVALIADOS"!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Com mais um bocadinho de intensa " PIEDADE" de quem do alto gere os destinos de todos estes "VILÕES" e "Mal AGRADECIDOS" , que mordem na mão que lhes dá o "PÃO DURO DE CADA DIA", será necessário " guiá-los para a BEM -AVENTURANÇA do carneirismo, da obediência cega, e mostrar-lhes a LUZ que emana de tão sábias e maternais/paternais figuras tutelares"!!!!</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Até compreendo! Admirados????</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Sim, COMPREENDO!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">E deveria sentir-me aconchegada, protegida, segura, amparada, reconfortada, bem-amada, por tanta proteccção e desvelo... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">MAS, INGRATA QUE SOU!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Sim. INCOMENSURAVELMENTE INGRATA!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Ao fim de 34 anos de profissão docente, não ser capaz de aceitar QUE ME DITEM O CAMINHO! QUE ME GUIEM! QUE ME EXIJAM QUE RENEGUE TUDO EM QUE SEMPRE ACREDITEI! QUE MINTA AOS MEUS ALUNOS! QUE FINJA SER QUEM NÃO SOU! QUE ACEITE FAZER UMAS COISAS PARA EFEITOS ESTATÍSTICOS E NÃO PARA ENSINAR AQUELES QUE PRETENDEM APRENDER A CONSTRUIR O SEU FUTURO!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Lamento. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Não venham TAPAR O SOL COM A PENEIRA!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Não finjam atirar notícias de última hora como se estivessem a falar a sério!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Leiam os vossos próprios Decretos, Circulares, Portarias e verifiquem tão só o que lá vos escreveram para que assinassem!!!! Talvez de cruz!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">E sejam FELIZES SE PUDEREM!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Eu vou agora para a minha escola! Estão lá as pessoas que me merecem TODO O RESPEITO: os meus ALUNOS!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem(C) Google Images</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-5803250507911564663?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-79976614342276618852008-11-09T21:56:00.006Z2008-11-09T22:30:06.603Z<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SRdjoWoxkHI/AAAAAAAADCs/-fMLcIsD9Rw/s1600-h/Montejunto+8.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266787834155602034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SRdjoWoxkHI/AAAAAAAADCs/-fMLcIsD9Rw/s320/Montejunto+8.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">E na tarde... o caminho nasce pela mancha de alcatrão!</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">A estrada ganha formas de verde e castanhos doirados de luz. O sol entre as folhas que estremecem...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Reclinam-se outeiros na luz que se desfaz no entardecer. As casas abeiram-se do recolher.Quase sombras. Quase olhos que se fecham num primeiro adormecer. E os beirais retocam-se de várias saudades do poente.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Mantas de quentes retalhos desdobram-se pelas encostas. A terra esventra-se na lâmina que lhe revolve simetricamente as leiras de futuras sementes. Premonitoriamente férteis.Cruzam-se voos no azul cimeiro,apagadas velas de moinhos guardiães do horizonte.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">E a serra chama-nos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">A seus pés nascem pequenas nuvens das folhas incensadas. O aroma da tarde acera-se. A neblina tolda as primeiras luzes que piscam na incandescência do dia que se apaga.Remota águia lança o voo tardio.As escarpas afilam-se. Encurva-se a estrada.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">A vinha reflui os tons ásperos de folhas secas de bagos e uveiras desprendidos. O sol agiganta-lhe os acobreados em desafio de nervuras quase calcinadas. A vinha pega fogo na quentura das suas entranhas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">As pedras sujeitam-se ao abandono. Assinalam-se no esquecimento. Aguardam novos passos. Despedem-se nas abóbadas que já se não cruzam.E entremeiam-se na partilha dos olhares.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">A serra cresce. Eleva-se acima de todos os mares. Re-orienta-se pelo reflexo da Vésper.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">E de tão grande... a dádiva impregna-se do maior sentir.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia(C) M.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-7997661434227661885?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-13387768198223342432008-11-08T23:01:00.002Z2008-11-08T23:05:10.025Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SRYawtkqK3I/AAAAAAAADCk/9IRl1Ko9g38/s1600-h/08112008477.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266426238425770866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SRYawtkqK3I/AAAAAAAADCk/9IRl1Ko9g38/s320/08112008477.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000066;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">E será que restam DÚVIDAS????</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;">Fotografia (C) Avelaneira Florida</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1338776819822334243?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-10965178836188461122008-11-03T15:16:00.003Z2008-11-03T15:24:34.165Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SQ8Xh295mlI/AAAAAAAADCc/5s9cgscUKF8/s1600-h/november_energy-large.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264452359877663314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SQ8Xh295mlI/AAAAAAAADCc/5s9cgscUKF8/s320/november_energy-large.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SQ8Xb72fNVI/AAAAAAAADCU/QBx47UHiSVE/s1600-h/IronMountain-large.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264452258109535570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SQ8Xb72fNVI/AAAAAAAADCU/QBx47UHiSVE/s320/IronMountain-large.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SQ8W1U2DthI/AAAAAAAADCM/2A9JwYF_15g/s1600-h/late_autumn-large.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264451594803721746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SQ8W1U2DthI/AAAAAAAADCM/2A9JwYF_15g/s320/late_autumn-large.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagens (C) Dederick Ward</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1096517883618846112?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-63628267212664658372008-10-29T22:52:00.007Z2008-10-29T23:33:37.058Z<em><span style="color:#000066;">Ich hörte sage</span></em><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><em>Ich hörte sage, es sei</em><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><em>im Wasser ein Stein und ein Kreis</em><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><em>und über dem Wasser ein Wort,</em><br /></span><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">das den Kreis um den Stein legt.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><em>Ich sah meine Pappel hinabgehn zum Wasser,</em><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><em>ich sah, wie ihr Arm hinuntergriff in die Tiefe,</em><br /></span><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">ich sah ihre Wurzeln gen Himmel um Nacht flehn.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><em>Ich eilt ihr nicht nach,</em><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><em>ich las nur vom Boden auf jene Krume,</em><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><em>die deines Auges Gestalt hat und Adel,</em><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><em>ich nahm dir die Kette der Sprüche vom Hals</em><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><em>und säumte mit ihr den Tish, wo die Krume nun lag.</em><br /><br /></span><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">Und sah meine Pappel nicht mehr.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Paul Celan</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262721633066162418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SQjxcTKsGPI/AAAAAAAADCE/3XLJ-NPKgd8/s320/(C)Friederike+Kimmerle,+Auge+der+Zeit,+2000.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Ouvi dizer que havia</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">na água uma pedra e um círculo</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">e sobre a água uma palavra</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">que dispõe o círculo à volta da pedra.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Vi o meu choupo descer para a água,</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">vi o seu braço mergulhar no fundo,</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">vi as suas raízes suplicar noite voltadas para o céu.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Não corri atrás dele,</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">limitei-me a apanhar do chão essa migalha</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">que dos teus olhos tem a forma e a nobreza,</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">tirei-te do pescoço o colar daquelas falas</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">e debruei com ele a mesa onde agora estava a migalha.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">E deixei de ver o meu choupo.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:78%;">in <em>Sete Rosas Mais Tarde. Antologia Poética</em>,</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;">Selecção, Tradução e Introdução de João Barrento e Y.K.Centeno</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#330033;">Imagem (C)</span><a href="http://home.concepts-ict.nl/~kimmerle/auge.der.zeit.htm"><span style="color:#330033;">Friederike Kimmerle</span></a><span style="color:#330033;">, Auge der Zeit, 2000</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-6362826721266465837?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-5168180290565288372008-10-26T23:10:00.004Z2008-10-26T23:40:37.648Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SQT_U7vWmpI/AAAAAAAADB0/Vg9yFUIthcg/s1600-h/watch+(C)+Elsita.typepad.com"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261610999774354066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SQT_U7vWmpI/AAAAAAAADB0/Vg9yFUIthcg/s320/watch+(C)+Elsita.typepad.com" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">A minha hora preferida está de volta!!!!!!!</span></div><br /><span style="color:#663333;">Pelo menos durante a próxima metade do ano...</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">POSSO VOLTAR A SER EUZINHA, MOI-MÊME!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#663333;">Imagem(C) Elsita.typepad.com</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-516818029056528837?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-29021798292737382252008-10-22T23:09:00.007+01:002008-10-22T23:47:45.496+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SP-r9ZTY6BI/AAAAAAAADBY/_qfif4aB2Bg/s1600-h/NamJunePaik_Studio_Azzurro_Immagini_Vive_Electa_2005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260111961044609042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SP-r9ZTY6BI/AAAAAAAADBY/_qfif4aB2Bg/s320/NamJunePaik_Studio_Azzurro_Immagini_Vive_Electa_2005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>A mão esquerda e a mão direita são talvez uma só</div><br /><div>quando se corta a água em pedaços ou quando, acima do vazio,</div><br /><div>tudo permanece inalterável.</div><br /><div>Nos caminhos da música movem-se as sombras daquilo que se busca,</div><br /><div>o que vive impassível entre o claro e o escuro,</div><br /><div>entre o que se diz e o que se escuta,</div><br /><div>entre o limite e a plenitude. Como</div><br /><div>poderei explicar-me sem palavras,</div><br /><div>como podem as palavras explicar-te?</div><br /><div>A minha mão esquerda e a tua mão direita</div><br /><div>são talvez uma só quando as envolve a ligadura da água</div><br /><div>ou quando, injustamente, esquecemos toda</div><br /><div>a inquietação.</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Joaquim Pessoa</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">in <em>À Mesa do Amor</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem(C)NamJunePaik</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Studio Azzurro Immagini</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Vive Electa 2005</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-2902179829273738225?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-9546727388205154102008-10-17T18:28:00.002+01:002008-10-17T18:30:52.115+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SPjLcDD_HfI/AAAAAAAADBQ/_nMd1tSUA64/s1600-h/9789722037075.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258176247673855474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SPjLcDD_HfI/AAAAAAAADBQ/_nMd1tSUA64/s320/9789722037075.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000066;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">Mais uma aventura fascinante</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> se adivinha!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-954672738820515410?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-18833894750459160572008-10-12T22:15:00.005+01:002008-10-12T22:29:28.203+01:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SPJpgb7EWII/AAAAAAAADBI/vEs3NmznzNo/s1600-h/12102008469.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256379721067026562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SPJpgb7EWII/AAAAAAAADBI/vEs3NmznzNo/s320/12102008469.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#336666;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">E ela toma conta do céu e da terra...esparge a Natureza e infiltra-se-lhe nas entranhas.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Renasce dela e liquefaz-se em gotas de verde novidade.Goteja nas paredes e nas vidraças remirando-se contra a luz. Água. Água fresca , dessedentada e perene. Filtro de vida. Berço e última morada. Charco. Nascente e leito.Margem e cascata. Eternamente fluida.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Água. Imenso mar de luzes suspensas. De sombras aterrorizantes. Densa. Profunda. Água férrea de destino benfajezo. De movediças passagens. Marcas.Movimentos. Pesos e medidas de um sempre quotidiano. Águas. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Água.</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia(C) Avelaneira Florida</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1883389475045916057?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-91256524834269152222008-10-11T10:24:00.004+01:002008-10-11T10:33:14.074+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SPBxSqdTJQI/AAAAAAAADBA/6xOLbBAVyyc/s1600-h/lisbon_cam28.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255825330590131458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SPBxSqdTJQI/AAAAAAAADBA/6xOLbBAVyyc/s320/lisbon_cam28.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000066;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">ou as possibilidades de rever o passado com as tecnologias do futuro!!!!</span><br /></span><div><span style="color:#000066;">"BRIGADOS" minha querida Amiga C.T. !!!!!!!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-9125652483426915222?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-21405916990929896782008-10-09T08:06:00.002+01:002008-10-09T08:20:36.780+01:00<span style="color:#336666;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SO2waWEvq7I/AAAAAAAADA4/P6i7e3MS_nE/s1600-h/27092008380.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255050306859805618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SO2waWEvq7I/AAAAAAAADA4/P6i7e3MS_nE/s320/27092008380.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">É assim que te quero, amor,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">assim, amor, é que eu gosto de ti,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">tal como te vestes</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">e como arranjas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">os cabelos e como</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">a tua boca sorri,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">ágil como a água</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">da fonte sobre as pedras puras,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">é assim que te quero, amada,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Ao pão não peço que me ensine,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">mas antes que não me falte</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">em cada dia que passa.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Da luz nada sei, nem donde</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">vem nem para onde vai,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">apenas quero que a luz alumie,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">e também não peço à noite explicações,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">espero-a e envolve-me,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">e assim tu pão e luz</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">e sombra és.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Chegastes à minha vida</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">com o que trazias,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">feita</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">de luz e pão e sombra, eu te esperava,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">e é assim que preciso de ti,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">assim que te amo,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">e os que amanhã quiserem ouvir</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">o que não lhes direi, que o leiam aqui</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">e retrocedam hoje porque é cedo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">para tais argumentos.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Amanhã dar-lhes-emos apenas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">uma folha da árvore do nosso amor, uma folha</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">que há-de cair sobre a terra</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">como se a tivessem produzido os nosso lábios,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">como um beijo caído</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">das nossas alturas invencíveis</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">para mostrar o fogo e a ternura</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">de um amor verdadeiro.</span></div><br /><div><br /><a title="Ver poema completo numa nova janela" href="http://www.astormentas.com/din/poema.asp?key=1658&amp;titulo=É%20assim%20que%20te%20quero,%20amor" target="_blank"><span style="color:#663366;">É assim que te quero, amor</span></a><span style="color:#663366;"><br /></span><a title="Ver mais poemas de Pablo Neruda" href="http://www.astormentas.com/din/poemas.asp?autor=Pablo%20Neruda" target="_blank"><span style="color:#663366;">Pablo Neruda</span></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia (C) Avelaneira Florida</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-2140591699092989678?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-18392201840161095092008-10-07T22:37:00.006+01:002008-10-07T22:50:47.444+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOvYb8mCvvI/AAAAAAAADAw/hIueRQ1JP7I/s1600-h/05102008415.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531364891574002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOvYb8mCvvI/AAAAAAAADAw/hIueRQ1JP7I/s320/05102008415.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOvXlIeAr_I/AAAAAAAADAo/ITKOaEu-qYY/s1600-h/05102008416.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530423186305010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOvXlIeAr_I/AAAAAAAADAo/ITKOaEu-qYY/s320/05102008416.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOvXAs0APaI/AAAAAAAADAg/clJoTO2t8gc/s1600-h/05102008412.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254529797287067042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOvXAs0APaI/AAAAAAAADAg/clJoTO2t8gc/s320/05102008412.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;">deixadas pelo tempo...pelos homens que a habitaram!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Torre das Águias.</span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia(C) Avelaneira Florida</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1839220184016109509?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-17140902097150600822008-10-03T22:45:00.004+01:002008-10-03T22:51:52.836+01:00<div align="center"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOaTGy-iEDI/AAAAAAAADAY/hRhwm8cecMk/s1600-h/719e5d873cd557313410757e1ec93706.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253047760346812466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOaTGy-iEDI/AAAAAAAADAY/hRhwm8cecMk/s320/719e5d873cd557313410757e1ec93706.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOaS5lXH0rI/AAAAAAAADAQ/oSRo35kEfSM/s1600-h/Dinis+Machado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253047533353554610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOaS5lXH0rI/AAAAAAAADAQ/oSRo35kEfSM/s320/Dinis+Machado.jpg" width="110" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#993399;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">e as palavras ficaram hoje mais órfãs...</span><br /></span><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagens (C) Google Images</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1714090209715060082?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-84846565040641527892008-10-02T23:33:00.002+01:002008-10-02T23:53:37.826+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOVQlFieo8I/AAAAAAAADAI/bnlJolhtZJg/s1600-h/Entrance+to+Wine+Country,+oil+painting+(C)++Rudi+Klimpert.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252693138469725122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOVQlFieo8I/AAAAAAAADAI/bnlJolhtZJg/s320/Entrance+to+Wine+Country,+oil+painting+(C)++Rudi+Klimpert.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Dois amantes ditosos fazem um único pão,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">uma gota de luar sobre a erva,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">ao andar deixam duas sombras que se reúnem,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">deixam um único sol vazio numa cama.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">De todas as verdades escolheram o dia:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">não se ataram com fios mas com um aroma,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">e não despedaçam a paz nem as palavras.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">A ventura é uma torre transparente.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">O ar, o vinho vão com os dois amantes,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">a noite oferece-lhes suas pétalas ditosas,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">a todos os cravos têm eles direito.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Dois amantes ditosos não têm fim nem morte,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">enquanto vivem, nascem e morrem muitas vezes,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">têm a eternidade que é da natureza.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Pablo Neruda</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">in <em>Antologia</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Selecção e Tradução de José Bento</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem(C) Rudi Klempert</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8484656504064152789?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-43511244814454278592008-09-29T21:30:00.002+01:002008-09-29T21:37:30.569+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOE7RNenQbI/AAAAAAAADAA/g2EoZWtdL9c/s1600-h/money_l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251543807352586674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SOE7RNenQbI/AAAAAAAADAA/g2EoZWtdL9c/s320/money_l.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;"> Martin Scorsese's The Color of Money (1986)<br /></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4351124481445427859?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-50232804713560177422008-09-28T07:56:00.006+01:002008-09-28T08:04:00.017+01:00<div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250963085311646770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SN8rGvSwnDI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/I85lleDqqmU/s320/27092008376.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SN8q7yOqs1I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/5UDvaICQJjw/s1600-h/27092008372.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250962897121227602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SN8q7yOqs1I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/5UDvaICQJjw/s320/27092008372.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250963242904977314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SN8rP6X7_6I/AAAAAAAAC_g/cY-x1UQYncI/s320/27092008381.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250964094514680290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SN8sBe3g0eI/AAAAAAAAC_4/154QB8aLK20/s320/27092008382.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250963549470104354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SN8rhwawmyI/AAAAAAAAC_w/G7OEMQ-J2gc/s320/27092008383.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografias (C) Avelaneira Florida</span><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-5023280471356017742?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-15844705046812381562008-09-27T15:14:00.003+01:002008-09-27T15:20:38.626+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SN5AdbTK2tI/AAAAAAAAC_I/AcEzSbI8iw0/s1600-h/september.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250705089849121490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SN5AdbTK2tI/AAAAAAAAC_I/AcEzSbI8iw0/s320/september.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"> no tempo ... intemporal.</span><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem(C) Webmuseum, Paris<br /><em>Les très riches heures du Duc de Berry</em> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1584470504681238156?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-11921768130630288452008-09-26T20:54:00.002+01:002008-09-26T21:24:48.083+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SN1Ewv4zx1I/AAAAAAAAC_A/-fjmZWuNgfo/s1600-h/Imagem_385+(C)+Fran%C3%A7oise+Deberdt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250428344863016786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SN1Ewv4zx1I/AAAAAAAAC_A/-fjmZWuNgfo/s320/Imagem_385+(C)+Fran%C3%A7oise+Deberdt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Amaste o voo, o infinito, a chave</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Invisivel da voz. E foste a própria ave,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Abrindo a cifra, a fronde dos seus medos.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Abrindo a cifra das acesas fráguas.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Lendo a secura triste dos penedos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Completaste o secreto eco das águas.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Seguiste o tocador de instrumentos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Cinzentos, sedentos. Movimentos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">De aparições, tremendo ao sol dos ventos,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Contradições de cor e de agonia.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">E foste o tocador dos instrumentos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">No alvo espaço em cruz dos seus momentos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Teu alvo tempo e alar sabedoria.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Natércia Freire</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">in <em>Poesia Completa</em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem (C) Françoise Deberdt</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1192176813063028845?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-19665381479320231682008-09-24T07:51:00.001+01:002008-09-24T07:55:23.090+01:00<div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SNnj_GYQl8I/AAAAAAAAC-4/2ev2d64g_2g/s1600-h/spirale_di_sabbia1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249477513860650946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SNnj_GYQl8I/AAAAAAAAC-4/2ev2d64g_2g/s320/spirale_di_sabbia1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">a partilha do tempo.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem(C) Google Images</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1966538147932023168?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-82046789006137851232008-09-22T21:29:00.003+01:002008-09-22T21:46:58.097+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SNgCK1Ndy6I/AAAAAAAAC-w/bRxEIbDP7WU/s1600-h/132130+Fotografia+(C)+Hernani+Pereira.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248947750805818274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SNgCK1Ndy6I/AAAAAAAAC-w/bRxEIbDP7WU/s320/132130+Fotografia+(C)+Hernani+Pereira.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">E tudo dança...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">num movimento encadeado,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">ritmo de múltiplas espirais.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Assim corre a Vida.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">E o movimento torna-se contagiante...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">E cada gesto será sempre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">um convite à dança.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><br />Intensamente sentido.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Generosamente partilhado.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">Fotografia (C) Hernani Pereira</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8204678900613785123?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-51818340839172859902008-09-21T08:50:00.003+01:002008-09-21T08:58:45.248+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SNX-Ivy_UNI/AAAAAAAAC-o/uRm3dHf99kk/s1600-h/mezame+(C)Rebecca+Hardin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248380366992920786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SNX-Ivy_UNI/AAAAAAAAC-o/uRm3dHf99kk/s320/mezame+(C)Rebecca+Hardin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Que a minha boca tem pra te dizer!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">São talhados em mármore de Paros</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Cinzelados por mim pra te oferecer.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>[...]</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Florbela Espanca,</span><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Os versos que te fiz</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem(C) Rebecca Hardin</span></em></div><br /><p><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u></p><br /><p><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u></p><br /><div><br /></div><a class="plink2" title="Ver poema completo numa nova janela" href="http://www.astormentas.com/din/poema.asp?key=2921&amp;titulo=Os" target="_blank"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-5181834083917285990?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-54994590851457479612008-09-18T20:53:00.004+01:002008-09-18T21:03:09.676+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SNKzdej-yxI/AAAAAAAAC-g/TPuYdSZo1Ng/s1600-h/6a00d8341c5dfd53ef00e54f0e9c618833-640wi.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247453834841606930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SNKzdej-yxI/AAAAAAAAC-g/TPuYdSZo1Ng/s320/6a00d8341c5dfd53ef00e54f0e9c618833-640wi.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">tenho de me lembrar de definir os Meus(???)</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"> OBJECTIVOS </span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">para a Avaliação de Desempenho!!!!!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Tenho?????</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">tenho de fazer o quê?????</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem (C) Google Images</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-5499459085145747961?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-48234953080104306682008-09-16T07:09:00.005+01:002008-09-16T07:18:20.572+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SM9OPcnhr9I/AAAAAAAAC-Y/ICxvU2UdrZY/s1600-h/36655206_f42db65176+(C)+Edson+Medina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246498118196899794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SM9OPcnhr9I/AAAAAAAAC-Y/ICxvU2UdrZY/s320/36655206_f42db65176+(C)+Edson+Medina.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SM9N0OGI8bI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/wykzjE1du-k/s1600-h/sal.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246497650442301874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SM9N0OGI8bI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/wykzjE1du-k/s320/sal.png" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="color:#336666;">que as horas voem céleres!!!!!</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">Imagens(C) Google Images</span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><div align="left"><br /></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4823495308010430668?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-18062541222281092962008-09-15T07:15:00.001+01:002008-09-15T07:25:17.328+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246129757044943442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SM3_OAZFKlI/AAAAAAAAC-I/toOrMqbx2mQ/s320/svicente1.gif" width="251" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">«Quem ca conchê Mindelo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"> ca conchê Cabo Verde»</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">«Quem não conhece o Mindelo, não conhece Cabo Verde»</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Manuel d'Novas, </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">músico e compositor caboverdiano</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Imagem (C) Google Images</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1806254122228109296?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-12201023811971326562008-09-14T07:19:00.005+01:002008-09-14T07:48:42.403+01:00<div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMytAoTw-6I/AAAAAAAAC9w/PtqONz-uBi0/s1600-h/sao%2520vicente%2520map%2520w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245757892311710626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMytAoTw-6I/AAAAAAAAC9w/PtqONz-uBi0/s320/sao%2520vicente%2520map%2520w.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Proposição</span> </span></strong></div><div><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Ano a ano<br />crânio a crânio<br />Rostos contornam<br />o olho da ilha<br />Com poços de pedra<br />abertos<br />no olho da cabra<br /><br />E membros de terra<br />Explodem<br />Na boca das ruas<br />Estátua de pão sol</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Estátuas de pão sol<br /><br />Ano a ano<br />crânio a crânio<br />Tambores rompem<br />a promessa da terra </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Com pedras<br />Devolvendo às bocas<br />As suas veias<br />De muitos remos</span></div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245764794664976098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMyzSZlBfuI/AAAAAAAAC-A/p-LAu8pjM9k/s320/thumb.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pecado Original</span></strong> </span></p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><p><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Passo pelos dias<br />E deixo-os negros<br />Mais negros<br />Do que a noute brumosa.<br /><br />Olho para as coisas<br />E torno-as velhas<br />Tão velhas<br />A cair de carunchos.<br /><br />Só charcos imundos<br />Atestam no solo<br />As pegadas do meu pisar<br />E fica sempre rubro vermelho<br />Todo o rio por onde me lavo.<br /><br />E não poder fugir<br />Não poder fugir nunca<br />A este destino<br />De dinamitar rochas<br />Dentro do peito... </span></p><p><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Corsino Fortes</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;">Imagem (C) Google Images<br /></span></p><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1220102381197132656?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-69585071957594195682008-09-13T08:42:00.007+01:002008-09-13T09:30:59.363+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Lua igual...</span> </span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMt5iG2pxsI/AAAAAAAAC9g/__3GPMFxjpo/s1600-h/notte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245419817865430722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMt5iG2pxsI/AAAAAAAAC9g/__3GPMFxjpo/s320/notte.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><div align="center"><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Rosa Criola</span></em><span style="font-size:180%;"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245420183684603234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMt53ZovXWI/AAAAAAAAC9o/aEuOGa_U_84/s320/511786.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Persistência...</span></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245419369130335138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="322" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMt5H_L3m6I/AAAAAAAAC9Y/cDcjM5T5b3o/s320/lata-de-agua.jpg" width="299" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografias (C) Google Images e <a href="http://www.asemana.cv/article.php3?id_article=33411" target="_top">www.asemana.cv/article.php3?id_article=33411</a></span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-6958507195759419568?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-62458302879832264452008-09-12T07:41:00.006+01:002008-09-12T07:48:47.488+01:00<div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMoPt4zr6mI/AAAAAAAAC8w/5coscQvKIyg/s1600-h/(C)+Cabo+Verde+As+Ilhas+da+Morabeza.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245021997044066914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMoPt4zr6mI/AAAAAAAAC8w/5coscQvKIyg/s320/(C)+Cabo+Verde+As+Ilhas+da+Morabeza.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMoPk95QxBI/AAAAAAAAC8o/4Y6tA6Y8kYw/s1600-h/mapa_bv.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245021843790808082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMoPk95QxBI/AAAAAAAAC8o/4Y6tA6Y8kYw/s320/mapa_bv.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia (C) KISO OLIVEIRA<br /></span><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-6245830287983226445?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-44395645450471277332008-09-11T07:28:00.002+01:002008-09-11T07:34:48.376+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMi7qlffCJI/AAAAAAAAC8g/LkkyuXv79cs/s1600-h/cvmapa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244648106366011538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMi7qlffCJI/AAAAAAAAC8g/LkkyuXv79cs/s320/cvmapa.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"> para as ilhas fantásticas!</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4439564545047127733?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-1468617708561807732008-09-10T08:59:00.001+01:002008-09-10T09:04:10.988+01:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMd--crZabI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/H8Fva9qovwA/s1600-h/06092008291.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244299902411434418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMd--crZabI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/H8Fva9qovwA/s320/06092008291.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244300143199330434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMd_MdrtIII/AAAAAAAAC8Y/tj2dqk04ZDk/s320/06092008309.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografias(C) Avelaneira Florida</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-146861770856180773?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-47807705550578439112008-09-09T08:03:00.003+01:002008-09-09T08:08:58.322+01:00<span style="color:#663366;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMYgn8ZZQCI/AAAAAAAAC8I/cQbxk1d_qZ0/s1600-h/07092008339.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243914686719148066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMYgn8ZZQCI/AAAAAAAAC8I/cQbxk1d_qZ0/s320/07092008339.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMYgQ6bH7sI/AAAAAAAAC8A/Hp2v01RiuBk/s1600-h/07092008338.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243914291052539586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="46" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMYgQ6bH7sI/AAAAAAAAC8A/Hp2v01RiuBk/s320/07092008338.jpg" width="123" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMYgG2bMQzI/AAAAAAAAC74/q26vd2nJrjs/s1600-h/07092008336.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243914118180389682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMYgG2bMQzI/AAAAAAAAC74/q26vd2nJrjs/s320/07092008336.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;">a beleza que nos convida a olhar!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"></span></div><div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;">Fotografias(C) Avelaneira Florida</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4780770555057843911?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-40624248856306997072008-09-05T23:39:00.001+01:002008-09-05T23:44:07.090+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMG1oxS4WOI/AAAAAAAAC7w/gsaVNJymoYE/s1600-h/A_VILA_EM_FESTA.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242671153267890402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="121" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SMG1oxS4WOI/AAAAAAAAC7w/gsaVNJymoYE/s320/A_VILA_EM_FESTA.JPG" width="373" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">EXPOSIÇÃO DE ARTES PLASTICAS (colectiva)</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"> DIA 13 DE SETEMBRO PELAS 17 HORAS </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#000099;">NA GALERIA MUNICIPAL DE SOBRAL MONTE AGRAÇO</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">e lá estará o ANTÓNIO MARIA!!!!</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Imagem(C) António Maria</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4062424885630699707?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-91974712511095184212008-09-04T08:17:00.007+01:002008-09-04T20:19:07.680+01:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SL-M_o2DKPI/AAAAAAAAC7o/nO4g7n0xpqU/s1600-h/Meus+livros+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242063516206311666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SL-M_o2DKPI/AAAAAAAAC7o/nO4g7n0xpqU/s320/Meus+livros+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />e um DESAFIO!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Repensar as leituras que fiz ao longo dos dias da minha infância...Relembrar os autores e as palavras que tanto me deram, me acompanharam, me ensinaram a descobrir a vida....</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Agora que tanto se fala em falta de "leitura"...em outras formas de "ler"....na imensa iliteracia....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">E, dito por Groucho Marx: " Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."...esta realidade torna-se por demais assombrosamente evidente!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Este livro despertou-me para essa outra maneira de ver, de ler... O texto é fabuloso e Manguel faz-nos descobrir outras pontes da leitura!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Quem sabe, poderemos fazer, também, o <em>nosso</em> diário de leituras!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#336666;">"BRIGADOS", Q.!!!!!!!</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-9197471251109518421?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-76557964355770676512008-09-03T08:09:00.003+01:002008-09-03T08:20:11.215+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SL46NPnruzI/AAAAAAAAC7g/2KgBVjZJyTw/s1600-h/(C)+Jackie+Myers,+CA+++Sashimi+II.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241691015511522098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SL46NPnruzI/AAAAAAAAC7g/2KgBVjZJyTw/s320/(C)+Jackie+Myers,+CA+++Sashimi+II.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">" To see a world in a grain of sand, </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">and heaven in a wild flower,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">hold infinity in the palm of your hand,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">and eternity in a hour"</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">William Blake,</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Songs of innocence</em>, 1783</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem(C) Jackie Myers</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-7655796435577067651?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-1995148838584221052008-09-02T08:17:00.003+01:002008-09-02T08:29:46.173+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLzrAFtA95I/AAAAAAAAC7Y/jjxjmfZI5mk/s1600-h/Back-to-School-poster_L.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241322453115926418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLzrAFtA95I/AAAAAAAAC7Y/jjxjmfZI5mk/s320/Back-to-School-poster_L.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Lá voltámos....</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">e por entre os rostos de amigos e companheiros de sempre...novos olhares, alguma timidez, muitas perguntas...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">As TONELADAS de papel com que nos pretendem "afogar"... as dúvidas, as interrogações, a discussão...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">MAS, SEMPRE, SEMPRE, A PARTILHA ENTRE TODOS OS MEMBROS DO MELHOR DEPARTAMENTO DO MUNDO!!!!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">e, ainda que justamente AUSENTES, porque a aposentação lhes é inteiramente MERECIDA, "estiveram" CONNOSCO TODOS OS COLEGAS!!!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">COMO SEMPRE!!!!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Imagem(C) Google Images</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-199514883858422105?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-79259096294296379552008-09-01T08:34:00.001+01:002008-09-01T08:34:00.975+01:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/ojmiP1MJYj0' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ojmiP1MJYj0'/></object></p><p>Handel - Water Music Suite In F- (Allegro)</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-7925909629429637955?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-45145356473963184632008-08-30T18:06:00.002+01:002008-09-01T08:36:23.315+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLmBFHMpfkI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/62jXbfVNR3I/s1600-h/windowslivewriterdeerugly-a64adeer-ugly-1421.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240361566253710914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLmBFHMpfkI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/62jXbfVNR3I/s320/windowslivewriterdeerugly-a64adeer-ugly-1421.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">e em breve ... muito breve...demasiado brevemente....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">já é DIA 1 !!!!!!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;">Imagem(C) Google Images</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4514535647396318463?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-90323122684781584572008-08-28T20:49:00.004+01:002008-08-28T20:52:16.556+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLcBfkDoPWI/AAAAAAAAC7I/9LmI_4-o7Dc/s1600-h/Margaridas_100_X_90.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239658333235330402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLcBfkDoPWI/AAAAAAAAC7I/9LmI_4-o7Dc/s320/Margaridas_100_X_90.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">neste dia, especial!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-9032312268478158457?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-9349566325182020192008-08-27T08:50:00.002+01:002008-08-27T08:55:42.608+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLUIDycYLZI/AAAAAAAAC7A/jJBlFPKqDVg/s1600-h/26082008261.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239102602688867730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLUIDycYLZI/AAAAAAAAC7A/jJBlFPKqDVg/s320/26082008261.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLUH1y6mv0I/AAAAAAAAC64/LKEY3P5YDIA/s1600-h/26082008256.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239102362297483074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLUH1y6mv0I/AAAAAAAAC64/LKEY3P5YDIA/s320/26082008256.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLUHrXYUzyI/AAAAAAAAC6w/aBVAcM8cXeU/s1600-h/26082008263.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239102183107252002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLUHrXYUzyI/AAAAAAAAC6w/aBVAcM8cXeU/s320/26082008263.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">da imensa festa do mar!</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Fotografias (C) Avelaneira Florida</span> <div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-934956632518202019?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-4697396397332500102008-08-26T10:05:00.004+01:002008-08-26T10:15:32.547+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLPJNEceZ5I/AAAAAAAAC6o/JmWKvTInzWs/s1600-h/exposi%C3%A7%C3%B5es+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238752017930676114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLPJNEceZ5I/AAAAAAAAC6o/JmWKvTInzWs/s320/exposi%C3%A7%C3%B5es+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLPJDmL56dI/AAAAAAAAC6g/ruQzWNqRFRE/s1600-h/exposi%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238751855189289426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLPJDmL56dI/AAAAAAAAC6g/ruQzWNqRFRE/s320/exposi%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLPHu889o3I/AAAAAAAAC6Y/-bI4UlFOUOM/s1600-h/21082008227.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238750401011753842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLPHu889o3I/AAAAAAAAC6Y/-bI4UlFOUOM/s320/21082008227.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#996633;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">para neles se poder voltar a SENTIR!</span></span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia (C) Avelaneira Florida</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-469739639733250010?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-17868833762179011772008-08-24T10:52:00.007+01:002008-08-24T11:00:59.705+01:00<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLEvgolIMUI/AAAAAAAAC5w/HzEgRNkepSw/s1600-h/21082008217.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238020079304061250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLEvgolIMUI/AAAAAAAAC5w/HzEgRNkepSw/s320/21082008217.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238020297458237218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLEvtVRIvyI/AAAAAAAAC54/9iSgqEY0nZ0/s320/21082008226.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238020512076156930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLEv50yCUAI/AAAAAAAAC6A/JDM8RSfIuEM/s320/21082008228.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"> E o Tejo ali tão pertinho...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238020771075231762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLEwI5oOkBI/AAAAAAAAC6I/LakFRglwTYM/s320/21082008238.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238021029191881794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SLEwX7MCFEI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/zdeIcgNmu-w/s320/21082008247.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#336666;"> </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">... na cidade o dia entardece em outras cores...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">outros olhares!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">SEMPRE!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">Fotografias(C) Avelaneira Florida</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1786883376217901177?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-711513077160373072008-08-20T19:50:00.004+01:002008-08-20T20:05:28.052+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SKxqmvyblGI/AAAAAAAAC5M/iJgonrRzkAI/s1600-h/1804815+(C)+Miguel+Oliveira+Olhares+Fotografia+Online.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236677680620606562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SKxqmvyblGI/AAAAAAAAC5M/iJgonrRzkAI/s320/1804815+(C)+Miguel+Oliveira+Olhares+Fotografia+Online.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;">Independentemente das opções religiosas, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;">do pensamento racional, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;">da filosofia de vida...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;">Há obras de arte que nos tocam!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-71151307716037307?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-84991751915520062552008-08-17T19:54:00.004+01:002008-08-17T20:13:49.320+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SKh3cX7w3CI/AAAAAAAAC5E/kxFcsngB_HA/s1600-h/2192553716_9c8cd76ff2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235565896162925602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SKh3cX7w3CI/AAAAAAAAC5E/kxFcsngB_HA/s320/2192553716_9c8cd76ff2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Ruínas do Convento do Carmo...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">A beleza serena da pedra ao anoitecer... os sons que vão chegando nos passos e nas vozes...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">E depois a transfiguração do espaço:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Vieira - O Céu na Terra"</span> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">uma viagem entre mundos e persistências do sentir.Entre olhares diferentes, quotidianos que se cruzam sem encontrar pontos de afectos comuns...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">A personagem do Padre António Vieira vivida pelo actor José Henrique Neto...</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">E sobre as palavras, os gestos, os sentires... as estrelas alçando-se pelo céu.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#996633;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#996633;">ps. pena o ventinho de um quase outonal Agosto!!!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;">Fotografia (C) Galeria de margarida perola in Flickr</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8499175191552006255?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-78693581199162192392008-08-11T07:44:00.002+01:002008-08-11T07:49:46.038+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJ_g0OU7I9I/AAAAAAAAC48/KWUTaJd9ki0/s1600-h/10082008196.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233148479831483346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJ_g0OU7I9I/AAAAAAAAC48/KWUTaJd9ki0/s320/10082008196.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJ_gdkMre-I/AAAAAAAAC40/0PwDsQabfe0/s1600-h/10082008184.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233148090565491682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJ_gdkMre-I/AAAAAAAAC40/0PwDsQabfe0/s320/10082008184.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJ_gMAKYnOI/AAAAAAAAC4s/8SldepR2eTU/s1600-h/10082008190.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233147788834413794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJ_gMAKYnOI/AAAAAAAAC4s/8SldepR2eTU/s320/10082008190.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografias(C) Avelaneira Florida</span><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-7869358119916219239?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-12829064178116805312008-08-08T07:40:00.002+01:002008-08-08T07:43:57.259+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJvqesVZhnI/AAAAAAAAC4k/vToh7Q_b7jw/s1600-h/papel-1628.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232033205138851442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJvqesVZhnI/AAAAAAAAC4k/vToh7Q_b7jw/s320/papel-1628.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">e a companhia é MARAVILHOSA, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">pois não????</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Imagem(C) Gosciny</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1282906417811680531?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-19014004979531351602008-08-07T07:42:00.001+01:002008-08-07T07:45:19.311+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJqZpXWJVWI/AAAAAAAAC4c/Q4ZsIPjT56k/s1600-h/06082008166.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231662853064840546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJqZpXWJVWI/AAAAAAAAC4c/Q4ZsIPjT56k/s320/06082008166.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">o reino da Mãe-Natureza.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;">Fotografia (C) Avelaneira Florida</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1901400497953135160?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-24700482826435514492008-08-06T07:34:00.004+01:002008-08-06T07:43:38.489+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJlGozE9yJI/AAAAAAAAC4M/hrDBtHJifms/s1600-h/30072008126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231290108887287954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJlGozE9yJI/AAAAAAAAC4M/hrDBtHJifms/s320/30072008126.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">nas salinas de Rio Maior...a evocação de um livro apaixonante:</span> </span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231290954492585170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJlHaBM-pNI/AAAAAAAAC4U/ftz_9VpBl0w/s320/barro+blanco.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Mais um fresco de VIDA...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">da autoria de José Mauro de Vasconcelos.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;">Fotografia (C) Avelaneira Florida</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-2470048282643551449?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-31799371014825688462008-08-04T08:47:00.003+01:002008-08-04T08:51:14.395+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJa0ktpmWJI/AAAAAAAAC4E/9ehoqxNtr-c/s1600-h/03082008164.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230566560059775122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJa0ktpmWJI/AAAAAAAAC4E/9ehoqxNtr-c/s320/03082008164.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJa0YNv8aXI/AAAAAAAAC38/ev3ZuCfdTr8/s1600-h/03082008163.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230566345338022258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJa0YNv8aXI/AAAAAAAAC38/ev3ZuCfdTr8/s320/03082008163.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">... marcas de um touril medieval...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">Fotografias(C) Avelaneira Florida</span> <div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-3179937101482568846?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-82896861629140926612008-08-03T08:11:00.000+01:002008-08-03T08:14:25.359+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJVaXB7hz4I/AAAAAAAAC30/t6iuKO50NVc/s1600-h/The+Bridge+(C)+Jeromelawrence+net.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230185893962305410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJVaXB7hz4I/AAAAAAAAC30/t6iuKO50NVc/s320/The+Bridge+(C)+Jeromelawrence+net.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">PARA CADA MOMENTO DO DIA.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem (C) Jerome Lawrence</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8289686162914092661?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-27737201560275430882008-08-02T12:33:00.004+01:002008-08-02T12:40:07.185+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJRHJ2yUilI/AAAAAAAAC3s/1kUfYFgHqRE/s1600-h/2075594+(C)+Alexandre+Costa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229883301934959186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJRHJ2yUilI/AAAAAAAAC3s/1kUfYFgHqRE/s320/2075594+(C)+Alexandre+Costa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJRG8iPlgAI/AAAAAAAAC3k/M8598_btlFU/s1600-h/1999295+(C)+Alexandre+Costa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229883073082261506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJRG8iPlgAI/AAAAAAAAC3k/M8598_btlFU/s320/1999295+(C)+Alexandre+Costa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJRGtps0mFI/AAAAAAAAC3c/VE_VwOcfriE/s1600-h/2008223+(C)+Alexandre+Costa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229882817385896018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJRGtps0mFI/AAAAAAAAC3c/VE_VwOcfriE/s320/2008223+(C)+Alexandre+Costa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;">e a arte de bem olhar!</span><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJRGQPUfTgI/AAAAAAAAC3U/j_1aARAAKiU/s1600-h/pergo_madsn_maple.jpg"></a><div align="left"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografias (C) Alexandre Costa</span><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-2773720156027543088?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-12064271996095204772008-08-01T08:00:00.002+01:002008-08-01T08:16:11.704+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJK3_AgBx9I/AAAAAAAAC3M/KIbjpmS-HZk/s1600-h/August+MACKE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229444410424543186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJK3_AgBx9I/AAAAAAAAC3M/KIbjpmS-HZk/s320/August+MACKE.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem (C) August Macke</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1206427199609520477?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-6482137999858249982008-07-31T07:33:00.002+01:002008-07-31T07:37:15.119+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJFdYnYzPYI/AAAAAAAAC3E/1Zz4MlgpaIc/s1600-h/30072008135.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229063319825104258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJFdYnYzPYI/AAAAAAAAC3E/1Zz4MlgpaIc/s320/30072008135.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJFdGqxQ2nI/AAAAAAAAC28/xYyZ5_xKRAA/s1600-h/30072008132.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229063011495369330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SJFdGqxQ2nI/AAAAAAAAC28/xYyZ5_xKRAA/s320/30072008132.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografias (C) Avelaneira Florida<br /></span><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-648213799985824998?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-11654235327205878432008-07-29T21:12:00.002+01:002008-07-29T21:16:03.028+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SI956Erun2I/AAAAAAAAC20/ONZRsePkMzs/s1600-h/dorminhoco.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228531730996961122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SI956Erun2I/AAAAAAAAC20/ONZRsePkMzs/s320/dorminhoco.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1165423532720587843?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-21120860214240861042008-07-25T23:12:00.003+01:002008-07-25T23:16:06.754+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIpQKB7qskI/AAAAAAAAC2s/c37AwqM_3ZA/s1600-h/smurf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227078450764493378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIpQKB7qskI/AAAAAAAAC2s/c37AwqM_3ZA/s400/smurf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIpQDBRw59I/AAAAAAAAC2k/ShKeWpNW_1Y/s1600-h/smurf2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227078330329655250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIpQDBRw59I/AAAAAAAAC2k/ShKeWpNW_1Y/s400/smurf2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;">Finalmente...</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;">a casa dos "horrores" vai ficar longe por vários dias!!!!!!</span><br /></span><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-2112086021424086104?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-89487577143903559942008-07-23T07:40:00.009+01:002008-07-23T07:49:12.474+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIbTH0jKrBI/AAAAAAAAC2c/88hLzIX6Oos/s1600-h/grain_narrowweb__300x455,0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226096548928728082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIbTH0jKrBI/AAAAAAAAC2c/88hLzIX6Oos/s400/grain_narrowweb__300x455,0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIbS9djorMI/AAAAAAAAC2U/r8C5kRTTJzY/s1600-h/La_Graine_et_le_mule_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226096370957987010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIbS9djorMI/AAAAAAAAC2U/r8C5kRTTJzY/s400/La_Graine_et_le_mule_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIbSyoIZtKI/AAAAAAAAC2M/1E6M6I0VWqE/s1600-h/La_Graine_et_le_mulet_5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226096184817988770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIbSyoIZtKI/AAAAAAAAC2M/1E6M6I0VWqE/s400/La_Graine_et_le_mulet_5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIbSsH6JguI/AAAAAAAAC2E/MUE28fvu94o/s1600-h/La_Graine_et_le_mulet_6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226096073089057506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIbSsH6JguI/AAAAAAAAC2E/MUE28fvu94o/s400/La_Graine_et_le_mulet_6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIbSlTZaSiI/AAAAAAAAC18/pPcqgJRAPE4/s1600-h/LaGraineEtLeMulet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226095955913886242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIbSlTZaSiI/AAAAAAAAC18/pPcqgJRAPE4/s400/LaGraineEtLeMulet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;">A perseguição do sonho... o viver entre culturas... </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;">O SEGREDO DE UM CUZCUZ</span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><div align="left"><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagens(C) La graine et le mulet<br /></div></span><div align="left"></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8948757714390355994?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-19766935123459069932008-07-22T08:50:00.005+01:002008-07-22T09:11:28.591+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIWVfpovTGI/AAAAAAAAC10/O5Yv4nl74c0/s1600-h/av%C3%B4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225747313618537570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIWVfpovTGI/AAAAAAAAC10/O5Yv4nl74c0/s400/av%C3%B4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>[...] </div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">E é isto, filho. É assim. Todo o interesse pelas outras pessoas, todo o amor fraterno que se lhes dedique, nunca é demais. Nunca é demais! Há gente fechada a sete chaves consigo, só egoista, desconfiadona, - e, é claro, dão-nos decepções, arrelias. E custa muito ser-se recto; essa atitude fere sempre alguém; e fere porque cortar a direito alveja quanto haja de falso, ridículo e injusto; mas deve ser-se, acima de tudo! Para tal, temos como que forjar o nosso próprio interior; de limá-lo, de puli-lo, de mantê-lo sempre em dia, sempre sério. E olha que a cada passo do caminho mira-se, mede-se e pesa-se se a nossa honestidade é, de facto, honestidade.(...)</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Por tudo isto, temos de nos manter firmes sôbre os trambulhões da vida. Abrir um rumo e segui-lo; nortear-se na vida e não perder o norte. Dizem que as formigas são assim...</span><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">[...]</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">Jacinto Martins</span><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">in <em>Carreiro de Gente</em></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">Ilustração (C) António Domingues</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1976693512345906993?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-3362648813739501562008-07-21T07:00:00.003+01:002008-07-21T07:05:25.020+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIQmvuUKCxI/AAAAAAAAC1s/IWd_2M842C8/s1600-h/Imagem1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225344068984900370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIQmvuUKCxI/AAAAAAAAC1s/IWd_2M842C8/s400/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Para ser grande, </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">sê inteiro: </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">nada</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Teu exagera ou exclui.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">quanto és</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">No mínimo que fazes.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Assim em cada lago a lua toda</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Brilha,porque alta vive.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Fernando Pessoa</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagem(C) Google Images</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-336264881373950156?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-12507886084557092382008-07-20T07:13:00.005+01:002008-07-20T07:33:16.797+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SILYZiSuCjI/AAAAAAAAC1k/hKkjgZfvXCM/s1600-h/19072008116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224976450916846130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SILYZiSuCjI/AAAAAAAAC1k/hKkjgZfvXCM/s400/19072008116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">Só o fogo e o mar</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">podem olhar-se </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">sem fim. Nem sequer o céu</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">com suas nuvens. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">Só o teu rosto, só o mar e o fogo. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">As chamas, e as ondas, </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">e os teus olhos. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">[...]</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;">Eduardo Carranza</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia(C) Avelaneira Florida</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1250788608455709238?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-9696433658832364732008-07-19T22:33:00.006+01:002008-07-19T22:45:53.387+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIJe43G8-5I/AAAAAAAAC1c/-POqIThh-ps/s1600-h/19072008111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224842848661994386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIJe43G8-5I/AAAAAAAAC1c/-POqIThh-ps/s400/19072008111.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIJeqqllNmI/AAAAAAAAC1U/HNOIqN1ZzXs/s1600-h/19072008112.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224842604782630498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIJeqqllNmI/AAAAAAAAC1U/HNOIqN1ZzXs/s400/19072008112.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIJedgq03cI/AAAAAAAAC1M/tx-2P_o35SU/s1600-h/19072008113.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224842378781973954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIJedgq03cI/AAAAAAAAC1M/tx-2P_o35SU/s400/19072008113.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"><br />Paisagens...pormenores...cores...cheiros...texturas!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"><br /></span><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografias(C) Avelaneira Florida</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-969643365883236473?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-41326577180699379742008-07-18T07:52:00.004+01:002008-07-18T07:57:06.106+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIA-PSM1f0I/AAAAAAAAC1E/5FVkj06Tdyw/s1600-h/5794_woman_wearing_herself_out_while_doing_spring_cleaning.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224244000054411074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIA-PSM1f0I/AAAAAAAAC1E/5FVkj06Tdyw/s400/5794_woman_wearing_herself_out_while_doing_spring_cleaning.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIA-HbA9-1I/AAAAAAAAC08/2L_oHvnhvq0/s1600-h/cleaning%2520a%2520chore.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224243864981601106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SIA-HbA9-1I/AAAAAAAAC08/2L_oHvnhvq0/s400/cleaning%2520a%2520chore.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">duas mãozinhas...quatro mãozinhas!!!!!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Imagens(C) Google Images</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4132657718069937974?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-86654320491216547202008-07-17T08:15:00.002+01:002008-07-17T08:23:15.887+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SH7ypINhEGI/AAAAAAAAC00/pKk5Nd4TuqE/s1600-h/08072008103.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223879406189088866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SH7ypINhEGI/AAAAAAAAC00/pKk5Nd4TuqE/s400/08072008103.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"> ...tranquilas. No dia. SEMPRE.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotografia(C) Avelaneira Florida</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8665432049121654720?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-41651792601482187712008-07-16T07:07:00.003+01:002008-07-16T07:12:32.292+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SH2QxJqOy1I/AAAAAAAAC0s/kU00_rou3Ps/s1600-h/Dreamcatcher-Giclee-Print-C10224476.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223490316900682578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SH2QxJqOy1I/AAAAAAAAC0s/kU00_rou3Ps/s400/Dreamcatcher-Giclee-Print-C10224476.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">De palavra em palavra</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">a noite sobe</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">aos ramos mais altos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">e canta</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">o êxtase do dia.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Eugénio de Andrade</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem (C)Dreamcatcher-Giclee-Print-C10224476</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4165179260148218771?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-41332521762641544012008-07-15T07:14:00.002+01:002008-07-15T07:18:47.763+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHxAifmwseI/AAAAAAAAC0k/IQGDf4sJDRI/s1600-h/08072008096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223120629186736610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHxAifmwseI/AAAAAAAAC0k/IQGDf4sJDRI/s400/08072008096.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color:#996633;"> ...e na pedra. Preso fortemente.Como num abraço.</span></span></div><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;">Fotografia(C) Avelaneira Florida</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4133252176264154401?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-15802540258691931542008-07-15T00:07:00.003+01:002008-07-15T00:09:38.677+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHvcSM6mxEI/AAAAAAAAC0c/MpjISOlNE24/s1600-h/14072008110.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223010398129013826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="342" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHvcSM6mxEI/AAAAAAAAC0c/MpjISOlNE24/s400/14072008110.jpg" width="434" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Por tudo quanto me deste...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">OBRIGADA!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Fotografia(C) Avelaneira Florida</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1580254025869193154?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-54037254070511598702008-07-13T07:45:00.006+01:002008-07-13T08:12:27.383+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">Recebi por e-mail um Power-point recordando a jovem pacifista Rachel. Corre pela net e correrá mundo.Uma voz que foi silenciada mas que estará sempre presente enquanto a sua memória permanecer.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">...para que NÃO SE ESQUEÇA!!!!</span></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222392052499905010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHmp5v8UefI/AAAAAAAAC0U/YQlP9l_HHSc/s400/Ynari.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">[...]</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">- Bom dia, mais-velho- Ynari cumprimentou. Mas o mais velho não escutou porque era surdo. Então Ynari falou com ele por gestos e ele entendeu.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">-Bom dia, menina - disse, por gestos, o mais velho.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">-Diz-me uma coisa: esta aldeia está em guerra?</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">-Sim, estamos em guerra com outra aldeia.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">-E porquê?</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">- Porque nós não ouvimos os passarinhos, e eles ouvem! E nós também queremos ouvir os passarinhos, as quedas-d'água, a voz das pessoas - gesticulou o mais-velho.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">-Já entendi, mas diz-me uma coisa...</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">-O que é? - perguntou o mais-velho.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">- Se eu vos ensinar a ouvir os passarinhos, vocês deixam de estar em guerra?</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">-Sim. Nós só queremos saber usar a palavra "ouvir".</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">- Muito bem. então peço-te que juntes todo o teu povo hoje de noite, faças uma fogueira, arranjes uma cabaça. E eu vou ensinar-vos a palavra "ouvir".</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">[..]</span></em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Ondjaki,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">A Menina das Cinco Tranças</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Ilustração (C) Danuta Wojciechowska</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-5403725407051159870?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-25266365798934935682008-07-12T15:49:00.001+01:002008-07-12T16:09:17.422+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHjIq4AdK0I/AAAAAAAAC0M/dj8y1arV5Vs/s1600-h/P6100934_Tejo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222144406850448194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHjIq4AdK0I/AAAAAAAAC0M/dj8y1arV5Vs/s400/P6100934_Tejo.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">PARTILHADO.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;">SEMPRE!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">Fotografia(C) Méon</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-2526636579893493568?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-4115018275386324512008-07-11T08:09:00.005+01:002008-07-11T08:33:15.300+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221654941327298482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHcLgO16D7I/AAAAAAAACzs/zdT_gHtLTM0/s400/CastleHat.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHcMNvgKWQI/AAAAAAAAC0E/6qNcAkIaveo/s1600-h/TheBlackTattoo-JJP.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221655723188574466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHcMNvgKWQI/AAAAAAAAC0E/6qNcAkIaveo/s400/TheBlackTattoo-JJP.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHcMAR7LNUI/AAAAAAAACz8/NMF8aF60F5M/s1600-h/TapedPiece.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221655491910513986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHcMAR7LNUI/AAAAAAAACz8/NMF8aF60F5M/s400/TapedPiece.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHcLr4bvPhI/AAAAAAAACz0/Sf_96Be9DD8/s1600-h/Beehive.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221655141470387730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHcLr4bvPhI/AAAAAAAACz0/Sf_96Be9DD8/s400/Beehive.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">e todo um mundo a descobrir...nas suas estranhas variações!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">A visitar em </span><a href="http://www.johnjudepalencar.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">www.johnjudepalencar.com</span></a><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagens(C) John Jude Palencar</span><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-411501827538632451?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-53141753115615473532008-07-10T07:58:00.005+01:002008-07-10T08:32:23.581+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHW6UfscACI/AAAAAAAACzk/xkf70YReAz4/s1600-h/ROP101~La-Traviata-Posters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221284204273991714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHW6UfscACI/AAAAAAAACzk/xkf70YReAz4/s400/ROP101~La-Traviata-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHW6EB7XZTI/AAAAAAAACzc/kudIRmFN7XI/s1600-h/Andy+Warhol.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221283921405633842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHW6EB7XZTI/AAAAAAAACzc/kudIRmFN7XI/s400/Andy+Warhol.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHW4vk6Wd7I/AAAAAAAACzU/3gZ6iIqo1R0/s1600-h/LaTraviata.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221282470507739058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHW4vk6Wd7I/AAAAAAAACzU/3gZ6iIqo1R0/s400/LaTraviata.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagens:</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(C) Rafa Olbinski</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(C) Andy Warhol</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">(C) John Jude Palencar</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-5314175311561547353?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-89772071858571725682008-07-09T23:28:00.002+01:002008-07-09T23:35:38.106+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHU8wmRXNFI/AAAAAAAACzM/DauGE1unBKM/s1600-h/P7081098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221146148610716754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHU8wmRXNFI/AAAAAAAACzM/DauGE1unBKM/s400/P7081098.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">o que era uma certeza do impossível...transforma-se no momento único da descoberta.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">A vida consegue, ainda, surpreender-nos!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">E nesse instante preciso...ganha-se uma tão doce realidade!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto(C) Méon</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8977207185857172568?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-63780404851243534682008-07-07T00:13:00.003+01:002008-07-07T00:24:23.177+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHFTYwIEy8I/AAAAAAAACzE/ylbHOz1GQIo/s1600-h/image004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220045127799851970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHFTYwIEy8I/AAAAAAAACzE/ylbHOz1GQIo/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"> Rio Zêzere e a Torre de Dornes</span></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">No sonho...no domínio do impossível...no tempo sem futuro sonhado...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem (C) "Ecos do Ribatejo"</span></p><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-6378040485124353468?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-41095890587540221712008-07-06T08:53:00.006+01:002008-07-06T09:05:32.161+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHB8IffmB1I/AAAAAAAACy8/o6RiA-TNR18/s1600-h/cine%2520paradiso.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219808453457217362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHB8IffmB1I/AAAAAAAACy8/o6RiA-TNR18/s400/cine%2520paradiso.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHB7_KjDq-I/AAAAAAAACy0/9Z94TdLeygw/s1600-h/cinpar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219808293215775714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHB7_KjDq-I/AAAAAAAACy0/9Z94TdLeygw/s400/cinpar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219808143239722434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SHB72b1-tcI/AAAAAAAACys/N61taPMVTPU/s400/Cinema_Paradiso_1.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"> cenas de um magnífico filme.</span> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"> Partilhando emoções no seu estado mais puro.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;">Imagens(C) Google Images</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4109589058754022171?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-14745576091514485602008-07-05T09:20:00.004+01:002008-07-05T09:27:27.146+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SG8wDe-dXlI/AAAAAAAACyk/f0-IAc8JhUU/s1600-h/Symphony-in-Red-and-Khaki-II-Print-C10300060.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219443329558470226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SG8wDe-dXlI/AAAAAAAACyk/f0-IAc8JhUU/s400/Symphony-in-Red-and-Khaki-II-Print-C10300060.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">No teu rosto</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">competem mil madrugadas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Nos teus lábios</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">a raiz do sangue</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">procura suas pétalas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">A tua beleza</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">é essa luta de sombras</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">é o sobressalto da luz</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">num tremor de água</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">é a boca da paixão</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">mordendo o meu sossego</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Janeiro 1981</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Mia Couto </span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">in <em>Raiz de Orvalho e Outros Poemas</em></span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem(C)Symphony in Red and Khaki II</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-1474557609151448560?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-70947245192474065642008-07-04T10:08:00.005+01:002008-07-04T10:26:37.924+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SG3seWcFREI/AAAAAAAACyc/8mMDbvqfv8E/s1600-h/Mascara.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219087549355869250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SG3seWcFREI/AAAAAAAACyc/8mMDbvqfv8E/s400/Mascara.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">Queria neste poema a cor dos teus olhos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">e queria em cada verso o som da tua voz:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">depois, queria que o poema tivesse a forma</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">do teu corpo, e que ao contar cada sílaba</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">os meus dedos encontrassem os teus,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">fazendo a soma que acaba no amor.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">Queria juntar as palavras como os corpos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">se juntam, e obedecer à única sintaxe</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">que dá um sentido à vida; depois,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">repetiria todas as palavras que juntei</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">até perderem o sentido, nesse confuso</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">murmúrio em que termina o amor.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">E queria que a cor dos teus olhos e o som</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">da tua voz saíssem dos meus versos,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">dando-me a forma do teu corpo; depois,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">dir-te-ia que já não é preciso contar</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">as sílabas, nem repetir as palavras do poema,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">para saber o significado do amor.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">Então dar-te-ia o poema de onde saíste,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">como a caixa vazia da memória, e levar-te-ia</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;">pela mão, contando os passos do amor.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Nuno Júdice</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">in <em>O Estado dos Campos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem (C) Google Images</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-7094724519247406564?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-57799226803752338822008-07-03T08:54:00.003+01:002008-07-03T09:16:13.995+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGyKc1V0yWI/AAAAAAAACyM/ygKImS8PSP4/s1600-h/August-Macke_Man-Reading-in-the-Park_1914.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218698296175151458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGyKc1V0yWI/AAAAAAAACyM/ygKImS8PSP4/s400/August-Macke_Man-Reading-in-the-Park_1914.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Há homens que são capazes</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">duma flor onde</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">as flores não nascem.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Outros abrem velhas portas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">em velhas casas fechadas há muito.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Outros ainda despedaçam muros</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">acendem nas praças uma rosa de fogo.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Tu vendes livros quer dizer</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">entregas a cada homem</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">teu coração dentro de cada livro</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Manuel Alegre</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">in <em>Praça da Canção</em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem(C)August Macke - Man Reading in the Park, 1914</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-5779922680375233882?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-22178692827635715492008-07-02T07:42:00.005+01:002008-07-03T08:47:39.580+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGsl7twxkAI/AAAAAAAACyE/mzcsfYY-9Lg/s1600-h/coeur.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218306301065531394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGsl7twxkAI/AAAAAAAACyE/mzcsfYY-9Lg/s400/coeur.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">Alto!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">Não proíbam os pássaros,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">que nascem nas horas certas,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">de trazerem nos bicos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">madrugadas de cem luas.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">(sem madrugadas, </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">os poetas não podem imaginar</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;">ninfas de cristal.)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div>24-06-1973,</div><div>MC</div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">relendo José Gomes Ferreira</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem(C) Google Images</span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-2217869282763571549?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-5365793395790498672008-07-01T17:41:00.005+01:002008-07-01T22:12:26.590+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGpedqeP7II/AAAAAAAACx8/BYw9n77NyBo/s1600-h/P7010981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218086981972520066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGpedqeP7II/AAAAAAAACx8/BYw9n77NyBo/s400/P7010981.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Na tarde quente chegam suaves e luminosas recordações da antiga cidade. Olhares partilhados no sentir de um tempo entre tempos. E para lá dos telhados e beirais navegam brisas de azul maior. O Tejo encontra-se no cais dos dias. Soltam amarras todas as emoções...</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto(C) Méon</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-536579339579049867?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-32438218300751578652008-06-30T09:46:00.003+01:002008-06-30T09:53:11.276+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGieiNiFSxI/AAAAAAAACx0/OwkgTYbGu_s/s1600-h/baiser+(+C)+Yannig+Guillevic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217594478894074642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGieiNiFSxI/AAAAAAAACx0/OwkgTYbGu_s/s400/baiser+(+C)+Yannig+Guillevic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">"Qualquer coisa, tudo, pequeno ou grande, se torna uma aventura quando partilhamos com a pessoa certa."</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kathleen Norris</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Imagem(C)Yannig Guillevic</span></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-3243821830075157865?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-84133504467169899962008-06-27T15:34:00.003+01:002008-06-27T15:37:23.187+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGT6ulGDwWI/AAAAAAAACxs/yM1rz_lyC_A/s1600-h/medium_IMG_7895.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216569946540327266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGT6ulGDwWI/AAAAAAAACxs/yM1rz_lyC_A/s400/medium_IMG_7895.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">pela madrugada!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;">Imagem(C) Google Images</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8413350446716989996?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-49967198049649181782008-06-25T16:16:00.001+01:002008-06-25T16:19:55.684+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGJhvE50bMI/AAAAAAAACxk/Rdwy_z0AeuI/s1600-h/Flora.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215838779846454466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGJhvE50bMI/AAAAAAAACxk/Rdwy_z0AeuI/s400/Flora.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"> ao olhar o dia...</span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem (C) A.Mucha</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4996719804964918178?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-56493390464513665092008-06-24T08:21:00.005+01:002008-06-24T08:47:29.938+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGClPqlh_JI/AAAAAAAACxQ/miSRRDRKREg/s1600-h/meus+livros+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215350057043360914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGClPqlh_JI/AAAAAAAACxQ/miSRRDRKREg/s400/meus+livros+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215351066771367810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SGCmKcHcp4I/AAAAAAAACxc/VDRPMH2htjc/s400/meus+livros+001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagens(C) Mordillo</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-5649339046451366509?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-30429439353360393822008-06-23T07:22:00.006+01:002008-06-23T07:37:48.166+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SF9EAxjNRwI/AAAAAAAACxI/jOAIgjW18V8/s1600-h/ocean-water.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214961673610020610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SF9EAxjNRwI/AAAAAAAACxI/jOAIgjW18V8/s400/ocean-water.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Caresse sur l'océan </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Porte l'oiseau si léger </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Revenant des terres enneigées </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Air éphémère de l'hiver </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Au loin ton écho s'éloigne </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Châteaux en Espagne </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Vire au vent tournoie déploie tes ailes </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Dans l'aube grise du levant </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Trouve un chemin vers l'arc-en-ciel </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Se découvrira le printemps </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Caresse sur l'océan </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Pose l'oiseau si léger </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Sur la pierre d'une île immergée </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Air éphémère de l'hiver </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Enfin ton souffle s'éloigne</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Loin dans les montagnes </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Vire au vent tournoie déploie tes ailes </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Dans l'aube grise du levant </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Trouve un chemin vers l'arc-en-ciel </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Se découvrira le printemps </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Calme sur l'océan.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><br /><a href="http://www.paroles.net/chansons/4255.1/Les-Choristes"><span style="color:#336666;">Les Choristes</span></a><span style="color:#336666;"><br /></span><a onclick="helpKbd();return false;" href="http://www.paroles.net/chanson/34743.1#"></a><a href="http://www.paroles.net/chanson/15567.1"></a><a href="http://www.paroles.net/chansons/4255.1/Les-Choristes"></a><a href="http://www.paroles.net/chanson/34744.1"></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Caresse sur l'océan<br /></span><a onclick="imprim(34743); return false;" href="http://www.paroles.net/chanson/34743.1#"></a><a onclick="poster(34743); return false;" href="http://www.paroles.net/chanson/34743.1#"></a><a onclick="return favori(window.location.href,'Paroles.net - Caresse sur l\'océan');" href="http://www.paroles.net/chanson/34743.1#"></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Paroles et Musique: Bruno Coulais, Christophe Barratier 2004</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem de Google Images</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-3042943935336039382?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-40025759259761911212008-06-22T14:56:00.001+01:002008-06-22T14:56:41.987+01:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/rEs1wtsw_IA' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/rEs1wtsw_IA'/></object></p><p>"Caresse sur l'océan" <br />- uma das mais belas canções do filme "Les Choristes" e com um solo impressionantemente belo...<br />INTEMPORAL</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-4002575925976191121?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-70341494000968555012008-06-21T16:19:00.003+01:002008-06-21T16:38:17.839+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SF0gOOYycTI/AAAAAAAACxA/cp5XOPASWts/s1600-h/carenginecare_2006_40679183.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214359372317225266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SF0gOOYycTI/AAAAAAAACxA/cp5XOPASWts/s400/carenginecare_2006_40679183.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">[...]</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Tiro o meu escudo da sela e meto o braço na braçadeira; depois desembainho a espada e volto-me para a ponte. Sir Wolf já desmontou e está à minha espera. Está um bonito dia de Outono e as árvores esticam os seus ramos nus para aproveitar o sol derradeiro.É curioso, tenho a sensação de que o mundo parou e de que posso apreciar tudo ao mesmo tempo com uma minúcia extraordinária. As copas despidas das árvores, as sombras alongadas da tarde, o melro de bico vermelho que espreita a cena pousado no parapeito, as águas frias e revoltas do rio, os peixes que cintilam entre as espuma, a Dama que franze a boquinha para cuspir um caroço da sua refeição, o inquieto bater de patas do meu cavalo, o assobio lento e cauteloso da armadura bem oleada do meu rival.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Subitamente a voragem [...]</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Rosa Montero</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">in <em>História do Rei Transparente</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-7034149400096855501?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-80024803906641458672008-06-20T08:46:00.003+01:002008-06-20T08:58:49.729+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SFti_um4d4I/AAAAAAAACw4/sjBuQYfAGy0/s1600-h/noor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213869840593876866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SFti_um4d4I/AAAAAAAACw4/sjBuQYfAGy0/s400/noor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#663366;">[...]</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#663366;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Imaginem um mundo em que as pessoas não vivem mais de um dia.(...)Neste mundo, ninguém vice o tempo suficiente para assistir à mudança das estações.(...) Uma pessoa nascida em Dezembro vive uma vida de frio. Do mesmo modo, uma pessoa nascida em Julho nunca sentirá um floco de neve cair-lhe no rosto, nunca verá a superfície vidrada de um lago gelado, nunca ouvirá o ranger das botas a trilhar a neve. Uma pessoa nascida em Julho vive uma vida de calor. [...]</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Alan Ligthman</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">in <em>Os sonhos de Einstein</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Iamgem(C) retirada de Google Images</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-8002480390664145867?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-71994680175916247372008-06-19T08:23:00.001+01:002008-06-19T08:25:29.735+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SFoJkqWIgZI/AAAAAAAACww/kqKneHJ32TU/s1600-h/Taken_at_the_right_moment_--_8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213490044081832338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SFoJkqWIgZI/AAAAAAAACww/kqKneHJ32TU/s400/Taken_at_the_right_moment_--_8.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"> E a vida sorri...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">Imagem (C) recebida por mail</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">sem indicação de autor</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-7199468017591624737?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-76585850753621473942008-06-18T06:47:00.004+01:002008-06-18T06:56:00.873+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SFiipSbwVEI/AAAAAAAACwE/gFv5y-DBKCU/s1600-h/pinturasevelinaoliveira.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213095398887937090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SFiipSbwVEI/AAAAAAAACwE/gFv5y-DBKCU/s400/pinturasevelinaoliveira.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Estão os pássaros laboriosamente construindo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">em meio deste dia as paredes de uma tarde antiga.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Começa-lhes no bico aquela alegria</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">onde eu corria de canto para canto</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">e andava dentro dela de janela em janela.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Quem me trouxe de novo até à minha casa?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Podem calar-se os pássaros inúteis.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Ruy Belo</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">in <em>Todos os Poemas I</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem (C) Evelina Oliveira</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-7658585075362147394?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375452.post-65445540625363678462008-06-17T08:19:00.003+01:002008-06-17T08:24:11.383+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SFdmP4EMkuI/AAAAAAAACv8/Fnf8tO5ROQk/s1600-h/poesia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212747516638696162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YAKRMEXSOF4/SFdmP4EMkuI/AAAAAAAACv8/Fnf8tO5ROQk/s400/poesia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Nuno Júdice,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Cantiga</em> in <em>A Matéria do Poema</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375452-6544554062536367846?l=cantaresdeamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>avelaneirafloridahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17902148328690699299noreply@blogger.com4