tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27979224097040347962024-03-19T04:54:51.004+00:00a lua partida ao meio"mar, metade da minha alma é feita de maresia." sophiaisabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-29880761119761457862011-02-09T01:43:00.004+00:002011-02-09T01:50:02.226+00:00(h)Ouve<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisl4zmWbhQZugYyLy_VWwMYK_Yq1gXlMuKat9bk-ekggETlUSoV6sBqZqRRoKr_u1R4IQ1NOwrajexn0YjpO6vQqLMOpDTwOe2gHB-iK-P0j9-snb9IJs2uQ5D7tAnT7EsyUKtyBKxpLc3/s1600/GabrielPacheco02-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisl4zmWbhQZugYyLy_VWwMYK_Yq1gXlMuKat9bk-ekggETlUSoV6sBqZqRRoKr_u1R4IQ1NOwrajexn0YjpO6vQqLMOpDTwOe2gHB-iK-P0j9-snb9IJs2uQ5D7tAnT7EsyUKtyBKxpLc3/s400/GabrielPacheco02-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571500837038319810" /></a><br /><br /><div>"Ouve:<div>Como tudo é tranquilo e dorme liso;</div><div>Claras as paredes, o chão brilha,</div><div>E pintados no vidro da janela</div><div>O céu, um campo verde, duas árvores.</div><div>Fecha os olhos e dorme no mais fundo</div><div>De tudo quanto nunca floresceu.</div><div><br /></div><div>Não toques em nada, não olhes, não te lembres.</div><div>Qualquer passo</div><div>Faz estalar as mobílias aquecidas</div><div>Por tantos dias de sol inúteis e compridos.</div><div><br /></div><div>Não te lembres, nem esperes.</div><div>Não estás no interior dum fruto:</div><div>Aqui o tempo e o sol nada amadurecem."</div><div><br /></div><div>Sophia.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">(imagem de Gabriel Pacheco)</span></span></div></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-22394134194538656502011-02-07T13:08:00.003+00:002011-02-07T13:15:18.435+00:00Ingrina<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglR0PLVhpJZ_Y6K6aT1GZ5KmGqtgOZdOpKufJhEQsMeezj8w9U3vfNyyAYPrEpmX7eZ81sRBBLWNkP0vatke0gG4YaI57zwLuOimoy3g8eE0esTxNQXPH8WoMQ5ZYpQXPBdvzl7hMrBFkZ/s1600/4269094052_2631a92fc4_o.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglR0PLVhpJZ_Y6K6aT1GZ5KmGqtgOZdOpKufJhEQsMeezj8w9U3vfNyyAYPrEpmX7eZ81sRBBLWNkP0vatke0gG4YaI57zwLuOimoy3g8eE0esTxNQXPH8WoMQ5ZYpQXPBdvzl7hMrBFkZ/s400/4269094052_2631a92fc4_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570935407650040994" /></a><br /><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">"O grito da cigarra ergue a tarde a seu cimo e o perfume do orégão invade a felicidade. Perdi a minha memória da morte da lacuna da perca do desastre. A omnipotência do sol rege a minha vida enquanto me recomeço em cada coisa. Por isso trouxe comigo o lírio da primeira praia. Ali se erguia intacta a coluna do primeiro dia – e vi o mar reflectido no seu primeiro espelho. Ingrina.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">É esse o tempo a que regresso no perfume do orégão, no grito da cigarra, na omnipotência do sol. Os meus passos escutam o chão enquanto a alegria do encontro me desaltera e sacia. O meu reino é meu como um vestido que me serve. E sobre a areia sobre a cal e sobre a pedra escrevo: nesta manhã eu recomeço o mundo."</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Sophia.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">(imagem de Lena Corwin)</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-8817194400870325342010-08-24T12:53:00.002+00:002010-08-24T12:54:20.146+00:00[silêncio]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3TJUuhOdBDhXq8pv-YpRgQWJB-ibXHcXnA3KeaY1npudsylAdNBeltjoQOFDNlasCWus_wGgxjgyKjmDANoO8W0NPkXSJMfsC8O3tbBEUu3Bm168nEjkz5-3SXoR01J0fmDZ1_Qp35yo/s1600/12fl.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3TJUuhOdBDhXq8pv-YpRgQWJB-ibXHcXnA3KeaY1npudsylAdNBeltjoQOFDNlasCWus_wGgxjgyKjmDANoO8W0NPkXSJMfsC8O3tbBEUu3Bm168nEjkz5-3SXoR01J0fmDZ1_Qp35yo/s400/12fl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508958909543712418" /></a>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-3792672280568809082010-08-23T20:48:00.002+00:002010-08-23T20:54:01.795+00:00em suspensão...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89lWi4xUBoiwGwR_kezFM-Ry8geRWPVWhgg5W7LUXw0v3iAV0574ikLmPuaTz9XdmxytVNs7GRVMPBUDXHeGxbWO70ycJL7ovRXMuW65RnV3_WNxoAkg9S2FgPznYJIw3U7fdPOZeAoxs/s1600/4340766416_48034c58d8_o.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89lWi4xUBoiwGwR_kezFM-Ry8geRWPVWhgg5W7LUXw0v3iAV0574ikLmPuaTz9XdmxytVNs7GRVMPBUDXHeGxbWO70ycJL7ovRXMuW65RnV3_WNxoAkg9S2FgPznYJIw3U7fdPOZeAoxs/s400/4340766416_48034c58d8_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508711073443886034" /></a><br /><div>... à espera da forma, do tamanho, do feitio, da cor... e do plural.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">(imagem de Lena Corwin)</span></span></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-71863649604723644502010-05-02T14:02:00.009+00:002010-05-02T15:43:09.085+00:00Dia da Mãe<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 204); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Se eu, hoje, encontrasse uma lâmpada mágica, pediria ao senhor génio que me levasse a um tempo-lugar onde pudesse vê-la de perto, onde pudesse ouvir as histórias que me quisesse contar e onde pudesse apertá-la num abraço de dizer obrigada sem usar palavra alguma. Se eu pudesse, hoje, era o desejo que pediria.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrzuga1wLfW-RFkL_KTA1djLFz3QY38YNKTRxsBAvw9gE-eoiYY0y55mDhfRLgZN0zcaRqQOdXdinTMMMR4lkk3GJHMk_sMLSAd9P9Ui6tr2ozzFBv6SwUvjRq7JWA5EPPNdBZYEfZKCI/s1600/ella.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrzuga1wLfW-RFkL_KTA1djLFz3QY38YNKTRxsBAvw9gE-eoiYY0y55mDhfRLgZN0zcaRqQOdXdinTMMMR4lkk3GJHMk_sMLSAd9P9Ui6tr2ozzFBv6SwUvjRq7JWA5EPPNdBZYEfZKCI/s400/ella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466681168407963522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px; " /></a></span></span></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Que nenhuma estrela queime o teu perfil</span></span></div><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Que nenhum deus se lembre do teu nome</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Que nem o vento passe onde tu passas.</span></span></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Para ti criarei um dia puro</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Livre como o vento e repetido</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Como o florir das ondas ordenadas.</span></div></span></i></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;color:#666666;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(ilustração de Cecilia Afonso Esteves)</span></span></span></p></span>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-40443228988221300922010-01-29T01:02:00.002+00:002010-01-29T01:03:32.667+00:00se eu fosse um auto-retrato...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBz5MKiAZ4Spw0H1ivi4zTcYl5YXNZghD5RQqV8ETRTAXxhf90t4oPMKpgq_l7omNCnxtomFTWrPq0yE0cl5doyjDyPTlDhQZaS2k7FtMAB1ni6W5CrmRfWwy-FBBY5D7P7Pj5yIN6x-AL/s1600-h/morangui.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBz5MKiAZ4Spw0H1ivi4zTcYl5YXNZghD5RQqV8ETRTAXxhf90t4oPMKpgq_l7omNCnxtomFTWrPq0yE0cl5doyjDyPTlDhQZaS2k7FtMAB1ni6W5CrmRfWwy-FBBY5D7P7Pj5yIN6x-AL/s400/morangui.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431961033148310722" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div>encontrei esta menina pequenina na colecção de "heróis de bolso" do <a href="http://wishes-heros.blogspot.com/">Wishes&Heros</a>" e não pude deixar de a imaginar ao meu "espólio" de moranguinhos encontrados por aí. achei-a tão ternurenta que me fez sorrir e ter vontade de a guardar neste cantinho. é ou não é uma doçura?</div></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-33665692245881899352009-10-22T00:19:00.004+00:002009-10-22T00:24:25.996+00:00Alices na Vera-Cruz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8rVAselLmPOB7cHClgZuHaSTZuLWN5EXoz-DjwJwkPu_p9yIjKvJYsRqX-aVhyphenhyphenB5LiybRAaRe71yfhsgvrAfxAb0SOfC10aA7kPuTXbWDVi6VArre-zooEm1OOYPxzg1oH0cxkqjuvnV/s1600-h/twecontacto.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8rVAselLmPOB7cHClgZuHaSTZuLWN5EXoz-DjwJwkPu_p9yIjKvJYsRqX-aVhyphenhyphenB5LiybRAaRe71yfhsgvrAfxAb0SOfC10aA7kPuTXbWDVi6VArre-zooEm1OOYPxzg1oH0cxkqjuvnV/s400/twecontacto.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395212984205180962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.alicesnaveracruz.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">alices</span>na<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">veracruz</span>.com</a>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-42262154007242808242009-09-15T14:44:00.002+00:002009-09-15T14:48:16.072+00:00"onde tu estiveres"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3xbyY-RFymcqihKHs0A3RSjoAuPrhqjFgKkF0YzP4IpXJB7GK1zD571yKnWe8sX1TDdZFf4j39nlfpbh-HfAVFnNZArJevV88UUb2r64-tJdSMAaSqazke3PO4_-VWU5vTEv14dus-li/s1600-h/S7306862.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3xbyY-RFymcqihKHs0A3RSjoAuPrhqjFgKkF0YzP4IpXJB7GK1zD571yKnWe8sX1TDdZFf4j39nlfpbh-HfAVFnNZArJevV88UUb2r64-tJdSMAaSqazke3PO4_-VWU5vTEv14dus-li/s400/S7306862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381705360442311986" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>de tanto cirandar, de tantos ares diferentes respirar, de tantas cores me entrarem por todos os poros da pele, a certeza que fica (além do cansaço rotineiro de fazer e desfazer malas) é uma única e singela: "lar doce lar" é onde estiveres comigo.</div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-21644831792699180312009-07-12T18:44:00.002+00:002009-07-12T18:57:10.018+00:00metade da minha vida<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCAXkqk_OvsZo7y-o7cFN4co5nqG7-0LnP9GLq6igb6FNIMpl8BwyRDdET8RJwydDAN4I6Fjwa-26jE5EseQ6CXBnC-LfzojbwTgfJX9ws78Gz-OGfsV2OrXMm_dTsmYMiRX_OZEXKzhXq/s1600-h/mae.blog5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCAXkqk_OvsZo7y-o7cFN4co5nqG7-0LnP9GLq6igb6FNIMpl8BwyRDdET8RJwydDAN4I6Fjwa-26jE5EseQ6CXBnC-LfzojbwTgfJX9ws78Gz-OGfsV2OrXMm_dTsmYMiRX_OZEXKzhXq/s400/mae.blog5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357649446089946482" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">hoje é dia de lembrar saudades. é dia de perceber que quando alguém morre, a falta que esse alguém nos faz nunca desaparece, nem diminui, nem acalma. apenas se transforma. se harmoniza com os restantes elementos do quotidiano. mas não desaparece, nem diminui, nem acalma. hoje é dia de saber que metade da minha vida foi vivida com ela e outra metade já existe sem ela. e ela está sempre presente. a falta que me faz não desaparece, nem diminui, nem acalma. apenas se transforma. às vezes aparecem borboletas brancas. às vezes acendem-se os candeeiros à minha passagem. acontece a todos, sei que sim. mas eu presto atenção. porque às vezes é para mim. e mesmo que a falta do riso e do abraço e do mimo de mãe-que-há-só-uma que não desapareça, nem diminua, nem acalme, hoje é dia de lembrar o último desejo realizado. 14 anos passados. e a saudade não desaparece, nem diminui, nem acalma.</div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-17262946898066151472009-07-10T11:52:00.003+00:002009-07-10T12:08:46.193+00:00Tus ojos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs0SOA_ZPHa-At-DwIIG_HJ6DkEewzcf2PoKdCbS1o3HHI8ScwBbEL3zGCbazV53rnYCUdornYPckos0AcgpjGxqvMhuI36mH4OUM5Co8_-ndInjiPWFIlhRfgPfXPwk6jTtYCow0aHy8H/s1600-h/n753142177_850161_4954.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs0SOA_ZPHa-At-DwIIG_HJ6DkEewzcf2PoKdCbS1o3HHI8ScwBbEL3zGCbazV53rnYCUdornYPckos0AcgpjGxqvMhuI36mH4OUM5Co8_-ndInjiPWFIlhRfgPfXPwk6jTtYCow0aHy8H/s400/n753142177_850161_4954.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356798376680049938" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs0SOA_ZPHa-At-DwIIG_HJ6DkEewzcf2PoKdCbS1o3HHI8ScwBbEL3zGCbazV53rnYCUdornYPckos0AcgpjGxqvMhuI36mH4OUM5Co8_-ndInjiPWFIlhRfgPfXPwk6jTtYCow0aHy8H/s1600-h/n753142177_850161_4954.jpg"></a><i>Tus ojos son la patria del relámpago y de la lágrima,</i></div><div><i>silencio que habla,</i></div><div><i>tempestades sin viento, mar sin olas,</i></div><div><i>Pájaros presos, doradas fieras adormecidas.</i></div><div><i>topacios impíos como la verdad,</i></div><div><i>otoño en un claro del bosque en donde la luz cantaen el hombro</i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>de un árbol y son pájaros todas las hojas,</i></div><div><i>playa que la mañana encuentra constelada de ojos,</i></div><div><i>cesta de frutos de fuego,</i></div><div><i>mentira que alimenta</i></div><div><i>espejos de este mundo, puertas del más allá,</i></div><div><i>pulsación tranquila del mar a mediodía,</i></div><div><i>absoluto que parpadea,</i></div><div><i>páramo.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Teus Olhos</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Teus olhos são a pátria do relâmpago e da lágrima,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">silêncio que fala,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">tempestades sem vento, mar sem ondas,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">pássaros presos, douradas feras adormecidas,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">topázios ímpios como a verdade,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">outono numa clareira de bosque onde a luz canta no ombro</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> </span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">duma árvore e são pássaros todas as folhas,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">praia que a manhã encontra constelada de olhos,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">cesta de frutos de fogo,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">mentira que alimenta,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">espelhos deste mundo, portas do além,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">pulsação tranquila do mar ao meio-dia,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">universo que estremeca,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">paisagem solitária.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Octavio Paz, in "Liberdade sob Palavra"</i></div><div>Tradução de Luis Pignatelli</div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-19068747963386278272009-07-07T21:08:00.003+00:002009-07-07T21:10:03.926+00:00L.O.V.E.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg73OlPS0t8gVKpxoa68D_t1gwz5M2Kyskn-yCwOmxxdOBkbcxryCSWU3dSQZCDU17zBnBlYc0yKCwKtvUGXjvOeetradnVVXA6sLOdrvDpWP-lSsyPHghpCGZurpKl0-7AGdUq4xnYYAVu/s1600-h/S7304932.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg73OlPS0t8gVKpxoa68D_t1gwz5M2Kyskn-yCwOmxxdOBkbcxryCSWU3dSQZCDU17zBnBlYc0yKCwKtvUGXjvOeetradnVVXA6sLOdrvDpWP-lSsyPHghpCGZurpKl0-7AGdUq4xnYYAVu/s400/S7304932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355828478386848402" /></a>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-74972848012106256732009-07-06T17:38:00.003+00:002009-07-06T17:58:03.626+00:00Ferdy<div style="text-align: justify;">Estava eu sentada no meu sofá, navegando por aí sem rumo nem percurso definido, quando de repente aparece diante de mim este pequeno tesouro da infância. Lembram-se? Ferdy era apaixonado pela Joaninha Gwendoline e tinha um cão muito engraçado. Que inesperada surpresa! Não resisto a partilhar pelo menos o genérico. Quem conhece há-de gostar de recordar. <br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyqpYz0Rcfw2XSRgBCYthFBEp8HOBIKltOQwzqoY99wiHdYQWZioGVVsVDy1gHRkI_zFzqXuYWdSbh5iQRizA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-34521384771280693792009-06-25T22:55:00.004+00:002009-06-25T23:02:06.579+00:00cinco mangas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFhIZmnKF3wnPPbKKVQ32U3y5rAwxrb38nx9zDtIl5I1uOvb0tILHZo62p5DIHw3a9nT5S_BR5cEy7s-jCiiD7uPQymQP9CF4ci_KdE3wjoDUywFwkVETLEDEJNJfnD49Dz6I4TCATvnUz/s1600-h/para+o+blog.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFhIZmnKF3wnPPbKKVQ32U3y5rAwxrb38nx9zDtIl5I1uOvb0tILHZo62p5DIHw3a9nT5S_BR5cEy7s-jCiiD7uPQymQP9CF4ci_KdE3wjoDUywFwkVETLEDEJNJfnD49Dz6I4TCATvnUz/s400/para+o+blog.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351404097169842594" /></a><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Verdana;">Oito da noite (aqui os dias não são tão longos como em casa). Oito e pico. Ilha de Santiago, cidade da Praia. Café Sofia: esplanada. O computador ligado em cima da mesa absorve quase toda a minha atenção quando, de repente, sinto uma mão pequenina a puxar-me o vestido. “temos fome!” diz a porta-voz de quarto meninas de pele negra, negra, negra. Olho para cada uma delas. Uma ainda é bebé de fralda. Sorrio e digo: “não tenho dinheiro mas tenho mangas… querem?”. Abrem-se sorrisos e iluminam-se os olhos de todas elas. “Sim, sim!!!” A bebé faz que sim com a cabeça. Dou uma manga a cada uma. Agradecem e correm de volta para as brincadeiras, junto às mães que vendem pequenezas na praça. Passados poucos minutos, arrumam as coisas e vão embora. Todas elas me acenam, de mangas na boca, e sorriem. E eu sorrio de volta e digo “até amanhã!”.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Verdana;">E o sorriso não se desfaz. Porque a beleza está nos pequenos segredos, nas pequenas histórias, no imbatível encanto da simplicidade. Porque quarto meninas de pele negra, negra, negra deixam-me uma manga para eu comer também.</span></p></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-38600225961584734982009-06-14T11:49:00.007+00:002009-06-14T11:58:18.352+00:00Doroty e Semedo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD71n63exb3vbBXD4PQLX01VqeaeMhZKchc4GoirUaziVofjeW3xc8ZO689VyFFkE-9FztxHjaZyf4ZuG2OcwmYYUXkzu9GaX43I_BiRxpxhB_Rh_fujiY3zQWQWxhTq1hWy2bI893pA54/s1600-h/S7304751.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD71n63exb3vbBXD4PQLX01VqeaeMhZKchc4GoirUaziVofjeW3xc8ZO689VyFFkE-9FztxHjaZyf4ZuG2OcwmYYUXkzu9GaX43I_BiRxpxhB_Rh_fujiY3zQWQWxhTq1hWy2bI893pA54/s200/S7304751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347149733021664754" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQ4bl8hITKwjh3jx-h54HeD51zoopDf0KJcF0ISl70Bt2asInuC22VX6IgJXgqbddYo8cgSarWkUkKrzlZOZY2DNXYCEJLn5pNhlN9srpZhzXTCtjoqFKLVHWZq-UydN6_sU3abQGo6mw/s200/S7304752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347149604287933890" /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMBdT1J36DW-35O3U7rpeJiKJR8u9qXiu4vkWkkWbC_S6nSfP6azRnbKB0uphq4okbUTU063WE4WKRqMqHHwum-FTNyVCk4gorOT5DFa2ovUYGoi-gE8HBrmGOIT9RBYeIIRXE7P97YK7/s1600-h/S7304748.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMBdT1J36DW-35O3U7rpeJiKJR8u9qXiu4vkWkkWbC_S6nSfP6azRnbKB0uphq4okbUTU063WE4WKRqMqHHwum-FTNyVCk4gorOT5DFa2ovUYGoi-gE8HBrmGOIT9RBYeIIRXE7P97YK7/s200/S7304748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347149517587815970" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDVKclR57Na1fRTCxQ7hDRpmLOkdkR_sDrvALPJ5Tr1W9UapHDAzSv8ZbaBQo5lNpVxSdkxLQHqnwrUy_o6d0LWLZcedWqR7rVFnrgpszFGiK2RH3psg_p2TPDfpjXNBzOUTrw8DoG3TY/s200/S7304750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347149420418070546" /><div><br /><div>Quando as palavras parecem pouco, costura-se a poesia </div><div>à alma com asas doces e guitarra romântica. </div></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-43738679894650817862009-06-12T23:41:00.004+00:002009-06-12T23:43:05.761+00:00Dia dos Namorados<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLS8YFTKF8pmEqC_jrFCb16dLIvQimhemig7j3jywKQl7WP-Sa7_bff0Ukc3qZScXvmYe49IpH6rMrlDwzh0cFJWElRhAgMs7eYRt3qT-7I7ijt63pEd70fUpmdrrRXjobrOXN0Q5W5kH/s1600-h/pernas.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLS8YFTKF8pmEqC_jrFCb16dLIvQimhemig7j3jywKQl7WP-Sa7_bff0Ukc3qZScXvmYe49IpH6rMrlDwzh0cFJWElRhAgMs7eYRt3qT-7I7ijt63pEd70fUpmdrrRXjobrOXN0Q5W5kH/s400/pernas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346590645374390466" /></a><br /><div>Aqui, os dias especiais são a dobrar...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">(ilustração de Ana Oliveira)</span></span></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-5204730076814351492009-06-09T22:40:00.009+00:002009-06-09T23:00:20.139+00:00Procurando Camões<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwaOKRM65LjUMRgxwhmtmhdQ0plpOtgrkxlMDz0qrEQ0JqQ6q9gTTWuJsHCTdGTRyPLZxgJrX1YgXrmEBKlw41js90jA9zuaO7kEQf9H4kaC56g_hgTBobK5FR_m5piV2j0_GIUuHxnFdL/s1600-h/illustration.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwaOKRM65LjUMRgxwhmtmhdQ0plpOtgrkxlMDz0qrEQ0JqQ6q9gTTWuJsHCTdGTRyPLZxgJrX1YgXrmEBKlw41js90jA9zuaO7kEQf9H4kaC56g_hgTBobK5FR_m5piV2j0_GIUuHxnFdL/s320/illustration.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345462766376523346" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Eu cantarei de amor tão docemente,</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Por uns termos em si tão concertados,</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Que dois mil acidentes namorados</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Faça sentir ao peito que não sente.</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Farei que amor a todos avivente,</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pintando mil segredos delicados,</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Brandas iras, suspiros magoados,</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Temerosa ousadia e pena ausente.</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Também, Senhora, do desprezo honesto</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">De vossa vista branda e rigorosa,</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Contentar-me-ei dizendo a menor parte.</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Porém, pera cantar de vosso gesto</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A composição alta e milagrosa</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aqui falta saber, engenho e arte.</span></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center;word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Luís Vaz de Camões</span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center;word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: left;word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(ilustração de fonte desconhecida)</span></span></span></pre></span></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-27854937023905038062009-06-04T14:31:00.005+00:002009-06-09T22:54:28.054+00:00"Não se perdeu nenhuma coisa em mim"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistUsX7eUDK-kxK9qyHLDGnUXrJx6uka87pJez4UoEdD2fnrbOKjGerdcCQyD8WP3myFEYSnFDhoMSXRy1zi1UJjC7mfz-IATC1oaDfkD6PSey2_zxfRS8l0cBmSzDoUjqNXqUTPHdbEoa/s1600-h/Branco8.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistUsX7eUDK-kxK9qyHLDGnUXrJx6uka87pJez4UoEdD2fnrbOKjGerdcCQyD8WP3myFEYSnFDhoMSXRy1zi1UJjC7mfz-IATC1oaDfkD6PSey2_zxfRS8l0cBmSzDoUjqNXqUTPHdbEoa/s320/Branco8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343481442214342626" /></a><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Não se perdeu nenhuma coisa em mim.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Continuam as noites e os poentes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Que escorreram na casa e no jardim,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Continuam as vozes diferentes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Que intactas no meu ser estão suspensas.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Trago o terror e trago a claridade,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">E através de todas as presenças</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Caminho para a única unidade.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">(ilustração de Rachel Caiano)</span></span></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-81431197283166806032009-05-31T14:44:00.019+00:002009-05-31T16:09:06.784+00:00Praia - mercado - impressões<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5XohBqPqMQwjAPvZeR5CM2LTOWoE1Zbuz0b98iEXlVaptSZ4_nEZTmrIs4N76g7q6X63DZyyliBvz53mDWzzkJMauLbjRO5rmYL7S30skMJGvyVfFp5xafQUpmPh5EymtmlwRz2JlEal/s1600-h/S7302817.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8iuar1ivYzUItnSEy8pxTEdtF8niwpseOg_JPXQUm85tiSpuzYmvHcGpLY_2j0LjQZ2xgBcnjd2cYCtgTv32KaLQ1rA4ejLTX8Gm65DbOdNupWq7HkdqMYTLmM_3euhZvRebg_2P0MXPI/s320/S7302896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342016845526073618" /></a><br /><div><br /></div></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-86500178578069249242009-04-27T15:08:00.004+00:002009-04-27T15:18:20.339+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2btBRU6Iul09U13D0ZxUacFx-aUTF7c9iRMZavGY8hw1HsIB9rP9ZQ-GU9oVn4VirqwdGVPbxnZK43By7xi0gmknAXQ59atcyDeLZBCyswPKwxUvhcJvkuCv3M3rYez2KOc2dlvjfQot/s1600-h/th-spr-sweet-pea.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2btBRU6Iul09U13D0ZxUacFx-aUTF7c9iRMZavGY8hw1HsIB9rP9ZQ-GU9oVn4VirqwdGVPbxnZK43By7xi0gmknAXQ59atcyDeLZBCyswPKwxUvhcJvkuCv3M3rYez2KOc2dlvjfQot/s400/th-spr-sweet-pea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329388706448591890" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Romantic Sweet Pea Mix</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Lathyrus odoratus</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Remarkable fragrance accompanies this mixture of butterfly-type blooms in shades of pink, rose, scarlet, orange, white, blue, lavender and purple. This prized annual grows to 60-72'' high. Expect your first blooms within 90 days from planting. CAUTION: Seeds and flowers are poisonous. Exercise extreme caution around children and pets.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sow seed outdoor 6 weeks before las frost, 2'' deep and 3-4'' apart. Keep moist. Germination occurs in 14-21 days at 55-65ºF (13-18ºC). Thin seedlings to 9-12'' spacing. A few inches of mulch helps to keep the roots cool and prolong bloom. Pinch when 6-8'' tall to encurage denser branching and more flowers. Prefers rich, deep, loamy, moist, well-drained soil. Exporuse: Full sun.</div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-87914471783000259332009-04-17T09:54:00.003+00:002009-04-17T10:12:41.768+00:00Liberdade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6AuA6x3m4n-GcLusdfwllhXyowd-lvjFloBqKnYiMLzzqzjR2ndQ6XcOpcOpv0BPe-t5TI8TkTkNzhnLMPMjiAS4j9XlNOuJaGfL0ySe1DscPNdW2z5vqkEoPNVaVBfSajiw_QBZDxde/s1600-h/Amy_Thompson_Late_Summer.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6AuA6x3m4n-GcLusdfwllhXyowd-lvjFloBqKnYiMLzzqzjR2ndQ6XcOpcOpv0BPe-t5TI8TkTkNzhnLMPMjiAS4j9XlNOuJaGfL0ySe1DscPNdW2z5vqkEoPNVaVBfSajiw_QBZDxde/s400/Amy_Thompson_Late_Summer.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325596644916116946" /></a><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ">Ai que prazer<br />não cumprir um dever.<br />Ter um livro para ler<br />e não o fazer!<br />Ler é maçada,<br />estudar é nada.<br />O sol doira sem literatura.<br />O rio corre bem ou mal,<br />sem edição original.<br />E a brisa, essa, de tão naturalmente matinal<br />como tem tempo, não tem pressa...<br />Livros são papéis pintados com tinta.<br />Estudar é uma coisa em que está indistinta<br />A distinção entre nada e coisa nenhuma.<br />Quanto melhor é quando há bruma.<br />Esperar por D. Sebastião,<br />Quer venha ou não!<br />Grande é a poesia, a bondade e as danças...<br />Mas o melhor do mundo são as crianças,<br />Flores, música, o luar, e o sol que peca<br />Só quando, em vez de criar, seca.<br />E mais do que isto<br />É Jesus Cristo,<br />Que não sabia nada de finanças,<br />Nem consta que tivesse biblioteca...</span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"> Fernando Pessoa</span><br /></span></div></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-92146002969485238482009-04-13T16:47:00.002+00:002009-04-13T17:23:14.437+00:00Segue o teu destino<div><br /></div>Segue o teu destino,<div>Rega as tuas plantas,</div><div>Ama as tuas rosas.</div><div>O resto é a sombra </div><div>De árvores alheias.</div><div><br /></div><div>A realidade</div><div>Sempre é mais ou menos</div><div>Do que nós queremos.</div><div>Só nós somos sempre</div><div>Iguais a nós-próprios.</div><div><br /></div><div>Suave é viver só.</div><div>Grande e nobre é sempre</div><div>Viver simplesmente.</div><div>Deixa a dor nas aras</div><div>Como ex-voto aos deuses.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vê de longe a vida.</div><div>Nunca a interrogues.</div><div>Ela nada pode</div><div>Dizer-te. A resposta</div><div>Está além dos deuses.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mas serenamente</div><div>Imita o Olimpo</div><div>No teu coração.</div><div>Os deuses são deuses</div><div>Porque não se pensam.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ricardo Reis</div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-88561973087333376222009-03-31T20:48:00.002+00:002009-03-31T20:50:59.959+00:00Aniversariar é booooom!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDUYIy04eOjEgTKvUAlwXsWRBvAT30Pgj8vPZZfH7Q3kIn6dTAkSO7KXQkgp_D6pi7MnO9AqRriSsPjnqMfriNMRf1srnkqTLM8a2RfMMwE7i-JKB5vCtsHg7ak32ZejCm0oy8fxYLeQac/s1600-h/abraco.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDUYIy04eOjEgTKvUAlwXsWRBvAT30Pgj8vPZZfH7Q3kIn6dTAkSO7KXQkgp_D6pi7MnO9AqRriSsPjnqMfriNMRf1srnkqTLM8a2RfMMwE7i-JKB5vCtsHg7ak32ZejCm0oy8fxYLeQac/s400/abraco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319457129971134642" /></a><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">(ilustração de Ana Oliveira)</span></span></div></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-41239329310153873782009-03-30T15:52:00.009+00:002009-03-30T16:11:19.757+00:00Vespertina<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd7ciwoHumuYGM5PPKzHZSbUJt9hgYuDgdCawN3ravDrGBjS64q_3pPeWrX9M29XmsHhY_unpjIYiUw2T_F4Wk9ndgL-AZeVeJiUouA-VIokKfd0P4gI8eYxzFk_MrACjsQEe9G7IhRNqM/s1600-h/Branco1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd7ciwoHumuYGM5PPKzHZSbUJt9hgYuDgdCawN3ravDrGBjS64q_3pPeWrX9M29XmsHhY_unpjIYiUw2T_F4Wk9ndgL-AZeVeJiUouA-VIokKfd0P4gI8eYxzFk_MrACjsQEe9G7IhRNqM/s400/Branco1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319011749252807346" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>...a espera ansiosa pelas surpresas, pelos bolos, pelas velas, pela imaculada alegria, pela promessa de ser outra vez criança por um dia...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">(ilustração de Rachel Caiano)</span></span></span></span></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-85353746535336130252009-03-12T23:54:00.003+00:002009-03-12T23:57:59.171+00:00primeiras flores<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNmupHOTM_-jgOctLqBoRkUkZdBwHPbyalsdYUi8GE4pYgBCopLjEBnCLXrNgwhW6qcKVDisFNq0im9BH00dQGb0tZvC9kvIREGiLl4KjbTdCSqXjOP24YLfUKyRKvKDSlTRsBlRIdvKX/s1600-h/borboleta.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNmupHOTM_-jgOctLqBoRkUkZdBwHPbyalsdYUi8GE4pYgBCopLjEBnCLXrNgwhW6qcKVDisFNq0im9BH00dQGb0tZvC9kvIREGiLl4KjbTdCSqXjOP24YLfUKyRKvKDSlTRsBlRIdvKX/s400/borboleta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312454753774406802" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>a primavera anuncia-se.<div>tímida, ainda.</div><div><br /></div><div>com ela, todos os ciclos seguem o seu curso,</div><div>como rios predestinados, desde o começo, à intransitável entrega oceânica.</div><div><br /></div><div>ceará e argila.</div><div>verde e roxo.</div><div>ar e paixão.</div><div>novos jogos e novos cantos.</div><div>rituais inventados e infinitas histórias.</div><div><br /></div><div>diariamente.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797922409704034796.post-46373771043252240212009-03-09T19:36:00.004+00:002009-03-09T19:43:24.112+00:00se eu fosse bailarina...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRLF8QnfM7wX82bvITevQ1ejcM0_irkvaWGd0jls841tljJtVo2t3_nrUK_U12Vdkt5EpcYJHFDkcAXOP4P3T-kFBCVjq9MzJ77oxqWgQ3FS_KxjhPKhOdVjYRqzG3SXr0OBS6Y0KHN7X/s1600-h/trapezista.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRLF8QnfM7wX82bvITevQ1ejcM0_irkvaWGd0jls841tljJtVo2t3_nrUK_U12Vdkt5EpcYJHFDkcAXOP4P3T-kFBCVjq9MzJ77oxqWgQ3FS_KxjhPKhOdVjYRqzG3SXr0OBS6Y0KHN7X/s400/trapezista.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311275399426948450" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">(ilustração de </span></span><a href="http://ilustrana.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Ana Oliveira</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">)</span></span></div><div><br /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408898256342539466noreply@blogger.com5