tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65058632856423478992012-01-04T23:21:41.694ZR.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.comBlogger1441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-44688525821795048942011-10-27T23:00:00.000+01:002011-10-28T18:43:43.556+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TY3OEMGflD4/TqnciqM7XkI/AAAAAAAABEA/UChTy5EBOuM/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TY3OEMGflD4/TqnciqM7XkI/AAAAAAAABEA/UChTy5EBOuM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668304094024654402" /></a> <div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: x-small; "></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "><div style="text-align: right;">Foto by: R.G.</div></span><div><span><span> </span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Para além da curva da estrada </span></span></span><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Talvez haja um poço, e talvez um castelo, </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">E talvez apenas a continuação da estrada. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Não sei nem pergunto. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Enquanto vou na estrada antes da curva </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Só olho para a estrada antes da curva, </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Porque não posso ver senão a estrada antes da curva. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">De nada me serviria estar olhando para outro lado </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">E para aquilo que não vejo. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Importemo-nos apenas com o lugar onde estamos. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Há beleza bastante em estar aqui e não noutra parte qualquer. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Se há alguém para além da curva da estrada, </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Esses que se preocupem com o que há para além da curva da estrada. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Essa é que é a estrada para eles. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Se nós tivermos que chegar lá, quando lá chegarmos saberemos. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Por ora só sabemos que lá não estamos. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Aqui há só a estrada antes da curva, e antes da curva </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Há a estrada sem curva nenhuma. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Alberto Caeiro</span></span></span><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-4468852582179504894?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-398169964534740102011-10-07T20:00:00.000+01:002011-10-28T18:42:09.836+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBIgiv5_he4/TqnhB8TuVjI/AAAAAAAABEM/Tzxq-8a9mfo/s1600/18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBIgiv5_he4/TqnhB8TuVjI/AAAAAAAABEM/Tzxq-8a9mfo/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668309029507454514" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: right;">Foto by: R.G.</div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">SIM,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> já passaram... </span><div> </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-39816996453474010?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-4276881682350197982011-03-13T11:47:00.005Z2011-03-13T18:57:04.293Z<div align="right"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583639864777881010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqfKoYRKuis/TX0S36XLtbI/AAAAAAAABBk/D0YptjhcHSU/s320/IMG_6228.JPG" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><p> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Se soubesse que amanhã morria </span></p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><p> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"> E a primavera era depois de amanhã, </span></p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><p> Morreria contente, porque ela era depois de amanhã. </p><p> Se esse é o seu tempo, quando havia ela de vir senão no seu tempo?</p><p> Gosto de tudo que seja real e que tudo esteja certo; </p><p> E gosto porque assim seria, mesmo que eu não gostasse.</p><p> Por isso, se morrer agora, morro contente, </p><p> Porque tudo é real e tudo está certo.</p><p> </span> </p><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Alberto Caeiro </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-427688168235019798?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-7128225668566556442011-03-03T00:08:00.006Z2011-03-03T00:19:34.209Z<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579640712962963490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOV49mdEQKQ/TW7dqo52-CI/AAAAAAAABBc/UHuPUuu0DFs/s200/IMG_2440.JPG" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">foto by: R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><p> </span>um ano </p><p> dois anos</p><p> três anos</p><p> o tempo passa </p><p> e a memória permanece </p><p> quatro anos </p><p> cinco anos </p><p> o tempo passa </p><p> e a dor não se esquece... </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-712822566856655644?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-56390088374354747342011-02-13T22:11:00.015Z2011-02-13T22:37:03.853Z<div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Foi um dia, e outro dia, e outro ainda.</span> </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Só isso: o céu azul, a sombra lisa,</span></div> <div align="left"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573306515708719922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkDh-x0i4lc/TVhcv1UwMzI/AAAAAAAABBU/MmGX8GOOLtA/s200/DSCN4528.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">o livro aberto.</span> </div> <div align="left"> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">E algumas palavras. Poucas, </span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">ditas como por acaso.</span> </div> <div> <span style="font-size:78%;">Eugénio de Andrade</span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span 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style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> <div> </div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-5639008837435474734?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-61195566561723082222011-01-01T00:04:00.001Z2011-02-13T21:43:09.195Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdEUwjitTjY/TVhQAVLaJ7I/AAAAAAAABBE/jYH-XUYusCU/s1600/fogo_artificio.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573292505486206898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdEUwjitTjY/TVhQAVLaJ7I/AAAAAAAABBE/jYH-XUYusCU/s400/fogo_artificio.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong> 2011 </div></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6119556656172308222?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-20671908592475368162010-11-23T18:11:00.000Z2010-11-23T18:13:11.329Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/TOwEDrpww4I/AAAAAAAABA0/uRK7ni-o604/s1600/greve_geral_24nov10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542809702690243458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/TOwEDrpww4I/AAAAAAAABA0/uRK7ni-o604/s400/greve_geral_24nov10.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-2067190859247536816?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-40086656707540777272010-11-19T21:36:00.002Z2010-11-22T21:50:09.996Z<div align="right"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542493268049337778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/TOrkQwwTHbI/AAAAAAAABAs/aSHj24nd4PE/s200/IMG_6989.JPG" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Pequenas lembranças </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">que nos trazem sorrisos...</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><div align="right"> </div></span><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-4008665670754077727?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-66673226285392128752010-07-15T19:30:00.006+01:002010-07-16T00:06:11.682+01:00<div align="left"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469344311887486834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/S-cDrIBbX3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/90CoJHYcYq8/s320/IMG_6335.jpg" /> </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Navego livre</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span></span></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">sem destino</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">sem rota certa</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">à deriva... </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong>Ancorada</strong> <span style="font-size:100%;">no teu cais...</span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet 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/></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-21938029696171649622010-07-07T23:18:00.002+01:002010-11-22T21:51:10.485Z<p> <object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/odTsQ2dOuTE&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/odTsQ2dOuTE&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p> <p>Faz hoje 20 anos que desapareceu Agenor de Miranda Araújo Neto</p><p>o grande <span style="font-size:180%;">CAZUZA</span> </p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">"o poeta está vivo</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">com seus moinhos de vento</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">a impulsionar</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">a grande roda da história"</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Frejat</span></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-2193802969617164962?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-20901567321960060942010-07-06T23:53:00.000+01:002010-07-13T23:52:39.855+01:00<div align="right"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491303004597439938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/TDUG_Q8QzcI/AAAAAAAABAc/MLUCI-NDY8g/s320/DSC02512.JPG" /><span style="font-size:78%;"> Foto by: R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div align="center"> Deixa contar... </div><div align="center"> Era uma vez</div><div align="center"> O senhor Mar </div><div align="center"> Com uma onda...</div><div align="center"> Com muita onda... </div><div align="left"></div><div align="right"> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span> </div><div align="center">E depois? </div><div align="center"> E depois</div><div align="center"> Ondinha vai...</div><div align="center"> Ondinha vem... </div><div align="center"> Ondinha vai...</div><div align="center"> Ondinha vem...</div><div align="center"> E depois...</div><div align="right"> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">. </div></span><div align="center">A menina adormeceu </div><div align="center"> Nos braços da sua Mãe...</div><div align="right"> <span style="font-size:78%;">Matilde Rosa Araújo </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-2090156732196006094?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-54756286387220764022010-04-08T12:29:00.000+01:002010-04-19T19:07:24.691+01:00<div align="left"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449370765844649410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/S6AN1uuRlcI/AAAAAAAAA9w/fyEpAq67548/s320/DSCN6393.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eu sou...</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">o silêncio que dança </div> <div align="left"> entre palavras por dizer. </div><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></p><p> </p><div align="left">Eu sou... </div> <div align="left">a espera angustiada </div> <div align="left">a lágrima perdida </div> <div align="center">o silêncio partilhado </div> <div align="center">num vendaval de emoções </div><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></p><p> </p><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">Eu sou...</span> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">feita de sonhos</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">interrompidos....</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"> </div></span> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">by</span>: R.G.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-5475628638722076402?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-85905281904671261792010-04-05T19:45:00.009+01:002010-05-09T19:28:42.665+01:00<p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><object width="440" height="359"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5H-F8MpZijU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1&amp"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5H-F8MpZijU&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="359"></embed></object></p> <p align="center"></p> <p align="center"><strong>Eu hoje tive um pesadelo e levantei atento, a tempo</strong></p> <p align="center"><strong>Eu acordei com medo e procurei no escuro</strong></p> <p align="center"><strong>Alguém com seu carinho e lembrei de um tempo</strong></p> <p align="center"><em>Porque o passado me traz uma lembrança</em></p> <p align="center"><em>Do tempo que eu era criança</em></p> <p align="center">E o medo era motivo de choro</p> <p align="center">Desculpa pra um abraço ou um consolo</p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Hoje eu acordei com medo mas não chorei</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Nem reclamei abrigo</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Do escuro eu via um infinito sem presente</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Passado ou futuro</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Senti um abraço forte, já não era medo</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Era uma coisa sua que ficou em mim, que não tem fim</span></p> <p align="center"><strong>De repente a gente vê que perdeu</strong></p> <p align="center"><strong>Ou está perdendo alguma coisa</strong></p> <p align="center">Morna e <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ingénua</span></p> <p align="center">Que vai ficando no caminho</p> <p align="center">Que é escuro e frio mas também bonito</p> <p align="center">Porque é iluminado</p> <p align="center">Pela beleza do que aconteceu</p> <p align="center">Há minutos atrás</p><p align="center"></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cazuza</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-8590528190467126179?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-66300253089510723032010-02-24T22:41:00.018Z2010-02-24T23:12:52.959Z<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eu só quero silêncio neste porto </span><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441947580578960834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/S4Wufeq0lcI/AAAAAAAAA9o/bVIvFzc0vNc/s200/IMG_3335.JPG" /></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Do mar vermelho, do mar morto </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="left"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Perdida, baloiçar</span> </div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No ritmo das águas cheias </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="left"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quero ficar sozinha neste espanto</span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dum tempo que perdeu a sua forma</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quero ficar sozinha nesta tarde</span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Em que as árvores verdes me abandonam.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><div align="left"> </div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="left"> </div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6630025308951072303?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-11681831754700831172010-01-28T21:52:00.011Z2010-01-28T22:16:42.372Z<img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431915368196788770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/S2IKP3Na0iI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/P4KOBpgrLxg/s200/Ocean%C3%A1rio_153.JPG" /> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Quero...</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">esquecer a dor</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Quero...</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">continuar a sonhar</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Quero...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">jamais perder a esperança</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Quero...</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">Quero...</span> Quero...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Foto by:R.G.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>TODAS AS PALAVRAS...</strong></span></div> <div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-1168183175470083117?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-21850788278245503982010-01-15T22:16:00.007Z2010-01-15T22:32:40.352Z<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427096340248574978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/S1DrXhJWvAI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/K0Tdwhq7_HU/s320/20070224_0167.JPG" /> <p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><strong>Espero-te</strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Imaginando a cor do teu cheiro...</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-2185078827824550398?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-65186216635545339112010-01-10T23:22:00.002Z2010-02-24T23:16:29.877Z<p align="center"><object width="440" height="359"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAFhgZp50a8&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&amp;autoplay=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAFhgZp50a8&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="359"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6518621663554533911?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-67596478650086527962009-11-20T17:39:00.003Z2009-11-21T17:54:26.921Z<div align="right"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406614139325298514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/Swgm6gwWt1I/AAAAAAAAA9E/cuOaskO1W7U/s320/DSC02331.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Quero apenas cinco coisas...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><div align="left"> Primeiro é o amor sem fim</div><div align="left"> A segunda é ver o outono</div><div align="left"> A terceira é o grave inverno</div><div align="left"> Em quarto lugar o verão</div><div align="left"> A quinta coisa são teus olhos</div><div align="left"> Não quero dormir sem teus olhos</div><div align="left"> Não quero ser... sem que me olhes</div><div align="left"> Abro mão da primavera para que </div><div align="left">continues me olhando. </div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pablo Neruda</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;">PARABÉNS...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6759647865008652796?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-74344296324044430262009-10-07T00:09:00.000+01:002009-10-07T00:09:00.066+01:00<div align="right"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389609865327015266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/Ssu9nfzB9WI/AAAAAAAAA88/ole3ig5aqww/s320/IMG_6232.JPG" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/Ssu9HBK_DvI/AAAAAAAAA80/bRaX9txCSwo/s1600-h/IMG_6232.JPG"></a> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Relembro todos os passos...</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Estilhaços confusos</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">atingem os meus pensamentos...</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cicatrizes silenciosas</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ferem-me a alma...</span></div> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Choro de tristeza</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Choro de raiva</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Choro de alegria</span></div> <p align="center"> </p> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">CHORO porque não aprendi a usar as <span style="font-size:180%;">PALAVRAS...</span></span></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-7434429632404443026?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-78832101022374629262009-09-06T19:04:00.000+01:002009-09-06T19:16:09.547+01:00<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378418217984915474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SqP634h6-BI/AAAAAAAAA8s/TTedwP2qXps/s320/_MG_6133.JPG" /> <p align="center"></p> <p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span> </p> <div><div><div> <div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Porque curiosamente, onde menos te encontro é onde tu exististe. Desprendeste-te donde estiveste e é em mim que mais me acontece tu estares. Mas nem sempre. Quantos dias se passam sem tu apareceres. E às vezes penso é bom que assim seja para eu aprender a estar só. Mas de outras vezes rompes-me pela vida dentro e eu quase sufoco da tua presença. Ouço-te dizer o meu nome e eu corro ao teu encontro e digo-te vai-te, vai-te embora. Por favor. E eu sinto-me logo tão infeliz. E digo-te não vás. Fica. Para sempre. Há em mim uma luta entre o desejo de que te esqueça e o de endoidecer contigo.</span></div> <div></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Vergilio Ferreira</span> </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-7883210102237462926?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-31805380384519775702009-09-01T20:06:00.017+01:002009-09-01T22:40:07.606+01:00<div align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376615642779347090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/Sp2TcMmr6JI/AAAAAAAAA7s/DoIm9Zlh8ZM/s320/DSC02024.JPG" /> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">De olhar triste e profundo</span> </p><p align="left"> <span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">escondo a angústia que me consome</span></p><p align="left"> <span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">este vazio que me enche a alma</span></p><p align="left"> <span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">esta lágrima que teima em não cair</span></p><p align="left"> <span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Olho em frente e...</span> </p><p align="left"> <span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">é só mais uma <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Curva no Caminho</strong></span></span> </p><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></p></span> <div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3180538038451977570?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-28692569349701129982009-08-20T17:20:00.012+01:002009-08-20T18:05:21.617+01:00<p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372091490219136002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/So2Av29pFAI/AAAAAAAAA7E/hySeIAGy-sE/s320/_MG_6099.JPG" /></p> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"></span> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div> <span style="font-size:78%;"> </span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">de MúsicA</span> </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <div align="center"> <span style="font-size:130%;">de dAnçA</span></div></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <div align="left"> <span style="font-size:78%;">de FoToGrAfIa</span></div> <div align="center"></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;">de CaFé</span> </div> <div align="center"> <strong>de poESia</strong></div> <div align="left"> <span style="font-size:130%;">de lEr</span></div> <div align="right"> <span style="font-size:85%;">de escre<strong>VER</strong></span></div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-size:130%;">de PartiR sem HorA nem DesTinO</span></div> <div align="left"><strong> de floReS</strong></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;"> do MaR</span></div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-size:85%;">da SerrA</span></div> <div align="left"> <span style="font-size:78%;">de PalavrAs que são DitaS com um OlhaR</span> </div> <div align="right"> <span style="font-size:130%;">de um sorriso</span></div> <div align="left"> <span style="font-size:78%;">GoStO, gOsTo,GOSto...</span> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>e tu de que GOSTAS?</strong></span></span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-2869256934970112998?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-16157348851673147612009-07-14T00:01:00.005+01:002009-08-20T17:20:08.041+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cRul4L3vYJA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cRul4L3vYJA&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-1615734885167314761?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-54128384637677864812009-07-08T12:55:00.012+01:002009-07-13T17:04:39.396+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KTL94Rl7CI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KTL94Rl7CI&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-5412838463767786481?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-63473785003126091242009-06-30T17:11:00.006+01:002009-06-30T18:05:55.826+01:00<div align="right"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353162578421681618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SkpBALe9DdI/AAAAAAAAA6k/rwyV8b50aG0/s200/IMG_5706.jpg" /><span style="font-size:78%;"> Foto by:R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Coleccionadora de sonhos</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">andei por onde o tudo é nada</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e por onde o nada é tudo...</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Juntei pedaços de qualquer lugar</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e por entre mágoas e delírios solitários</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">vi os meus anseios e medos...</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Caminhei ao sabor do tempo</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">onde o futuro é o passado</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">sozinha... deixei cair</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">lágrimas secas em águas de vontade</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vi-me perdida</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">rodeada por um excesso de ausências</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">lutei contra a fuga da verdade...</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e por fim <span style="font-size:180%;">ACORDEI CANSADA</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6347378500312609124?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-24607564475886779502009-06-18T19:37:00.003+01:002009-06-18T20:29:00.840+01:00<div align="center">Tira-me o pão, se quiseres,</div> <div align="center">tira-me o ar, mas não</div> <div align="center">me tires o teu riso.</div> <div></div> <div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div></div> <div align="center">Não me tires a rosa,</div> <div align="center">a lança que desfolhas,</div> <div align="center">a água que de súbito</div> <div align="center">brota da tua alegria,</div> <div></div> <div align="center">a repentina onda</div> <div align="center">de prata que em ti nasce.</div> <p></p> <p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></p> <p> </p> <div align="center">A minha luta é dura e regresso</div> <div align="center">com os olhos cansados</div> <div align="center">às vezes por ver</div> <div align="center">que a terra não muda,</div> <div align="center">mas ao entrar teu riso</div> <div align="center">sobe ao céu a procurar-me</div> <div align="center">e abre-me todas</div> <div align="center">as portas da vida.</div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pablo Neruda</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348751110424037282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SjqUy8jNB6I/AAAAAAAAA6c/S5iDAOExZP8/s200/IMG_4333.jpg1.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by:R.G.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">PARABÉNS</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-2460756447588677950?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-69294524207372536622009-06-17T19:02:00.005+01:002009-06-17T19:28:52.783+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348364610706464290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/Sjk1Rs5t3iI/AAAAAAAAA6U/JdL3Y7zuhDk/s320/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by:R.G.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nas profundezas do meu pensamento...</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">as palavras fogem</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">atropelam-se lembranças</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nas profundezas do meu pensamento...</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">leio uma história que ainda não foi escrita</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">soletro o silêncio</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Nas profundezas do meu pensamento...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6929452420737253662?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-65129432794046827892009-06-09T14:17:00.006+01:002009-06-09T14:31:48.496+01:00<div align="center"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Se não puderes ser um pinheiro, no topo de uma colina,</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sê um arbusto no vale mas sê</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O melhor arbusto à margem do regato.</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sê um ramo, se não puderes ser uma árvore.</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Se não puderes ser um ramo, sê um pouco de relva</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">E dá alegria a algum caminho.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Se não puderes ser uma estrada,</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sê apenas uma senda,</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Se não puderes ser o Sol, sê uma estrela.</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Não é pelo tamanho que terás êxito ou fracasso...</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Mas sê o melhor no que quer que sejas</span>.</span> </span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Pablo Neruda<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345318210464352834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/Si5il3onikI/AAAAAAAAA6M/W8KBnOd0nXc/s320/Mello_20070303_081.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">PARABÉNS</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6512943279404682789?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-50217065196144590842009-05-29T14:37:00.014+01:002009-05-29T15:14:52.440+01:00<div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Na sombra dos dias entrelaçados </strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="left"> <strong>vimos um trilho <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341241316011065154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/Sh_mrYR6v0I/AAAAAAAAA6E/QX7reeRNoHQ/s320/20070224_0137.jpg" border="0" /></strong></div><div align="left"> <strong>agora distante... </strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Dias de espera</strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>a caminho do nada.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Dias de espera </strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>a caminho da vida.</strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Na sombra dos dias..</strong></div></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="left"> <strong>Escolhemos um caminho </strong></div><div align="left"> <strong>por linhas desenhado </strong></div><div align="left"> <strong>pelo azul do mar colorido </strong></div><div align="left"> <strong>por nós amado </strong></div><div align="left"> <strong>por nós sentido </strong></div><div align="left"> <strong>por nós desejado </strong></div><div align="left"> <strong>por nós vivido.</strong></span><strong> </strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-5021706519614459084?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-12815340544631337922009-05-08T10:28:00.004+01:002009-05-29T12:43:56.538+01:00<p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In your arms...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">En tus brazos...</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nos teus braços...</span></p><p align="center"> <object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PU5Tsx36E0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true&amp;autoplay=1"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PU5Tsx36E0&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-1281534054463133792?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-20313179988911310812009-05-03T00:26:00.004+01:002009-05-08T11:05:59.827+01:00<p align="center"> <object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWIHcrQ_rVc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWIHcrQ_rVc&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true&autorun=1" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p></p><p>MÃE...</p><p>Hoje só podia ser para ti...</p><p> </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">As dores que senti</p><p align="center">tu sentiste em dobro</p><p align="center">Ficas feliz</p><p align="center">só por me veres sorrir</p><p align="center">por saberes que mais uma batalha está ganha</p><p align="center">Conheces-me bem</p><p align="center">Detalhes de mim que só tu vês</p><p align="center">que só tu conheces...</p><p align="right">AMO-TE</p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-2031317998891131081?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-65429140243623188582009-04-16T16:51:00.011+01:002009-04-16T17:39:17.261+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325325266348534674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SedbHW4d65I/AAAAAAAAA58/wH8iuFxJeho/s320/DSCN0426.JPG" border="0" /> <div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto By: R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Saudades de sonhar...</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Saudades de um tempo que já passou...</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Saudades de acreditar...</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Saudades de um tempo em que a vida era mais leve...</span></div> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">saudades...</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6542914024362318858?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-68393428868145726832009-04-10T19:00:00.003+01:002009-04-10T19:20:38.024+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323127761086211314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/Sd-Mft2QZPI/AAAAAAAAA5k/ojjUhL6-27c/s400/DSCN4083.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto By: R.G.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Não te quero converter</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">mas quero ver se consigo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">fazer-te compreender</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">aquilo que te não digo.</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">António Aleixo</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6839342886814572683?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-59482485156472423672009-04-06T13:12:00.001+01:002009-04-06T13:15:06.570+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321550550384735138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SdnyB-H3c6I/AAAAAAAAA5c/ZkOaVU9V8iQ/s400/image.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-5948248515647242367?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-16575050120432562862009-04-02T12:39:00.014+01:002009-04-02T14:23:01.906+01:00<p align="center"><img id=" border=" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SdSq1ZYmlMI/AAAAAAAAA5U/hVKDW-eXVHg/s320/DSCN4738.JPG" /></p> <p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></p> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span> <div align="right"> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Esqueço-me de tudo </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <div align="left"> <span style="font-size:130%;">das dores que senti</span></div> <span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="left"> do medo instalado </span></div> <div align="left"> <span style="font-size:130%;">da incerteza criada. </span></div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-size:130%;">Liberto-me dos sonhos </span></div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-size:130%;">e <strong>ReEncontro-me</strong>. </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sozinha...</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="right"> aguardo na sombra da noite </span></div> <div align="right"> <span style="font-size:130%;">para voar ao encontro de mim </span></div> <div align="right"> <span style="font-size:130%;">ao encontro de ti.</span></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-1657505012043256286?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-72569678978615170242009-03-31T15:59:00.004+01:002009-03-31T16:13:13.957+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319367381953479730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SdIwc18jBDI/AAAAAAAAA5M/RhzEVHQ3TN0/s400/33.jpg" border="0" /> <div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Após uma ausência forçada...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>VOLTEI</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Para agradecer a força e o carinho...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>VOLTEI</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Com um sorriso...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>VOLTEI</strong></span></div><div>Para iniciar uma nova caminhada...</div><div><strong>VOLTEI</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-7256967897861517024?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-70714489462153198722009-02-01T13:30:00.007Z2009-03-31T16:15:57.452+01:00<p align="justify"> </p><p align="center"><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4NtYHKGRQ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="FALSE"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4NtYHKGRQ0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sem palavras</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Por mais que se cante o amor acabamos sempre...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sem palavras</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Por mais que se demonstre a amizade acabamos sempre ...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sem palavras</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Por vezes somos surpreendidos com atitudes e gestos que nos deixam...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sem palavras</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Porque os nobres sentimentos nos deixam...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sem palavras</span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-7071448946215319872?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-36871625915070119462009-01-20T13:07:00.000Z2009-01-20T13:38:12.129Z<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293360945485345650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SXXLvAeUc3I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/BcVdC27AVnw/s320/DSCN0427.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto By: R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><div align="left"> </div></span><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Pudesse eu não ter laços nem limites </span></div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><div align="center"> Ó vida de mil faces transbordantes </div><div align="center"> Para poder responder aos teus convites </div><div align="center"> Suspensos na surpresa dos instantes! </div><div align="right"> </span> <span style="font-size:78%;">Sophia de Mello Breyner Andreson</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3687162591507011946?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-55118228405120231662009-01-13T12:00:00.007Z2009-01-20T13:07:49.717Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291124915329583938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SW3aE7BwS0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vW0GoVNT6B0/s320/6e7ff952.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="left"> <span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><p align="center"></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000000;">PA</span>RABÉNS</span></p> <p align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"> XUTOS &amp; PONTAPÉS</span></p> <p align="center"></p> <p align="center"></p> <p align="center"></p> <p align="center"> <object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HhwlJ_1Q2T8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HhwlJ_1Q2T8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p> <p align="center">Uma das melhores bandas portuguesas</p><p align="center"></p><span style="font-size:85%;">Site Oficial - </span><a href="http://www.xutos.pt/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.xutos.pt/</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span> <p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-5511822840512023166?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-3456308843372872012009-01-09T00:03:00.002Z2009-01-09T00:03:00.893Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288892884771154162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SWXsDpPgKPI/AAAAAAAAA4I/3et57Z_IOYI/s200/DSCN2956.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nestes dias de espera</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">esqueço-me de tudo...</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">da batalha perdida</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">da batalha ganha</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">De repente,</span> <strong>o tempo parou</strong>...</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Aproveito e... arrumo sentires</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Arrumo emoções</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Arrumo palavras na sombra da noite</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>num sentir demorado.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"></div> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div> <div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-345630884337287201?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-33941951923307148432009-01-04T17:12:00.001Z2009-01-14T12:47:56.186Z<p align="center"><object height="349" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/onxtyzLhH9o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/onxtyzLhH9o&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3394195192330714843?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-18728336813829549842009-01-02T11:37:00.001Z2009-01-02T21:59:07.663Z<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272579804906853122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SSv3ZbFfEwI/AAAAAAAAA2c/3h7yde7xoDc/s320/IMG_3691.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"> <div align="right"> </div></span> <div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>“Não acreditava que um dia destes chegasse. E agora, Março de 2007, veio com a brutalidade de uma explosão no peito. Não imaginava que fosse assim, tão doloroso e, ao mesmo tempo, tão pouco digno como a velhice e a decadência. Tão reles. O olhar de pena dos outros, palavras de esperança em que não têm fé. </strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="justify"> <strong>(...) </strong></div><div align="justify"> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Suceda o que suceder, uma coisa tenho por certa: isto alterou, de cabo a rabo, a minha vida. Ignoro em que sentido, ignoro como. Sei que alterou</em>.</span> Santa Maria. O que farei daqui para a frente, se existir daqui para a frente? </strong></div><div align="justify"> <strong>(...)</strong></div><div align="justify"> <strong>o cancro ratando ratando, injusto, teimoso, cego. Mói e mata. Mata. Mata. Mata. Mata. Levou-me tantas das pessoas que mais queria. E eu, já agora, quero-me? Sim. Não. Sim. Não – sim. Por enquanto meço o meu espanto, à medida que nas árvores da cerca uns pardais fazem ninho. A primavera mal começou e eles truca, ninho. Obrigado, Senhor, por haver futuro para alguém.”</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></span></div> <div align="right"> </div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div> <div align="right"> </div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">António Lobo Antunes</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><p align="left"> </p><div align="right"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">António Lobo Antunes soube dizer, como só ele sabe, o que sentimos quando nos dizem que temos cancro. De repente, somos obrigados a olhar para uma realidade que não queremos aceitar. Por vezes, o medo de entrar numa luta desigual apodera-se nós... mas é preciso enfrentar esta realidade com coragem e sempre com o apoio daqueles que amamos e que nos amam.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div> <div align="justify"> </div> <div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Porque o cancro não escolhe idades, pessoas, sexo, ..., ele vem e instala-se, nós estamos cá para o travar. Sim, <strong>nós</strong> porque esta não é uma luta que se trave sozinho... </span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A todos os que me rodeiam, um muito OBRIGADO por ajudarem a suavizar esta dor, este medo... pela força que me têm dado para que no fim eu possa sair vencedora deste combate.</span> </div> <div align="right"> </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="right"> </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="right"> </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="right"> </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="right"> </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="right"> </div> <div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-1872833681382954984?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-82268754319353682292008-12-16T20:54:00.022Z2008-12-17T12:42:56.132Z<div align="center">...porque hoje </div><div align="center"> foi mais um dia importante... </div><div align="center"> ...porque hoje </div><div align="center"> mais uma vez estiveste presente... </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280497892256049426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SUgY2xEe6RI/AAAAAAAAA3o/5wnOs-k1ZR4/s200/DSCN66441.JPG" border="0" /> porque hoje... <span style="font-size:78%;"><em>(é mais sentido)</em></span> <div align="left"> por tudo... </div><div align="left"> por ti </div> edito um post de Fevereiro. <p></p><p align="center">************</p><p></p><p><strong>AMIGA </strong> </p><div align="left"> <strong>Sempre que <span style="color:#3366ff;">m</span>e perco </strong></div><div align="left"> <strong>é no teu olh<span style="color:#3366ff;">a</span>r que me revejo... </strong></div><div align="left"> <strong>é <span style="color:#3366ff;">n</span>as tuas palavras que me encontro... </strong></div><div align="left"> <strong>é nos teus ombros que me amparo </strong></div><div align="left"> <strong>cad<span style="color:#3366ff;">a </span>vez que caio. </strong></div><div align="left"> <strong>AMIGAS SIM...</strong> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-8226875431935368229?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-6627442306119485162008-12-08T00:01:00.009Z2008-12-15T14:00:39.375Z<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277219401194155490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/STxzFeH6LeI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Zhcet5Pr1sQ/s400/DSCN4734.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div> <div align="right"></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Lágrimas Ocultas...</em></strong></span></div> <div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></em></strong></div> <div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Se me ponho a cismar em outras eras </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"> <div align="left"> Em que ri e cantei, em que era querida, </div> <div align="left"> Parece-me que foi noutras esferas, </div> <div align="left"> Parece-me que foi numa outra vida... </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"></span></div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"> E a minha triste boca dolorida,</div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left">Que dantes tinha o rir das primaveras, </div> <div align="left"> Esbate as linhas graves e severas </div> <div align="left"> E cai num abandono de esquecida! </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div align="left"> E fico, pensativa, olhando o vago... </div> <div align="left"> Toma a brandura plácida dum lago </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left">O meu rosto de monja de marfim... </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div align="left"> E as lágrimas que choro, branca e calma, </div> <div align="left"> Ninguém as vê brotar dentro da alma! </div> <div align="left"> Ninguém as vê cair dentro de mim! </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"> </span></div><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Florbela Espanca</span></em> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SUZh_jTX-FI/AAAAAAAAA3I/UDwqB6cYfCA/s1600-h/Selo%2BInterl%25C3%25BAdio%2Bcom%2BFlorbela.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280015357574641746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SUZh_jTX-FI/AAAAAAAAA3I/UDwqB6cYfCA/s200/Selo%2BInterl%25C3%25BAdio%2Bcom%2BFlorbela.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>8 DE DEZEMBRO - BLOGAGEM COLETIVA - UMA FESTA PARA FLORBELA (http://interludioemflor.blogspot.com) </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-662744230611948516?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-77846313321507213422008-11-27T21:01:00.003Z2008-12-08T01:15:12.567Z<p> </p><p align="center"><object height="349" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWBtasUV8kU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1&amp;autoplay=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWBtasUV8kU&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p align="center"><em>Foi como foi.</em></p> <p align="center"><em>Como se o céu um dia</em></p> <p align="center"><em>Se abrisse em dois.</em></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><em>Foi como foi.</em></p> <p align="center"><em>Como se a terra </em></p> <p align="center"><em>Nos prendesse e soltasse depois.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero um futuro por dia</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Já que o passado nos deixa</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vários futuros na vida.</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Luís Represas</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-7784631332150721342?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-67589353712507725542008-11-22T00:02:00.001Z2008-11-22T16:21:59.536Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270490268011810178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SSSK-Xj_TYI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Q6dg3bGfTWk/s320/DSCN6646.JPG" border="0" /> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SSSKeBD9kbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/BiII7wSil_M/s1600-h/DSCN6646.JPG"></a><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span> </div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SSSJsWEcNRI/AAAAAAAAA18/jasiJQ25kEU/s1600-h/DSCN6646.JPG"></a></p><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Caminho no mundo ao contrário dos meus sonhos</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">inverteram a minha rota</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">alteraram o meu destino</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">sem avisar ou pedir licença.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vejo o chão fugir debaixo dos meus pés...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e tenho medo.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mas... enquanto a dor não passa</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">enquanto o medo persiste</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">enrosco-me em ti </span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e acredito que o pesadelo está prestes a terminar.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">De repente...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">é como se a vida fosse um mundo de desejos antigos</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ou recordações futuras</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">que ainda vão acontecer....</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6758935371250772554?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-41520626319744759462008-11-20T00:01:00.000Z2008-11-20T00:01:00.201Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270487254732925458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SSSIO-OUahI/AAAAAAAAA10/OPGJ7Q-cQAw/s400/IMG_3398.JPG" border="0" /> <div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SSSHfjo3H3I/AAAAAAAAA1s/GkO-Gctxpdw/s1600-h/IMG_3398.JPG"></a> <div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SSSFnh0x8lI/AAAAAAAAA1k/xiGl0XmxeFc/s1600-h/IMG_3691.JPG"></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G. </span> </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SSSDyKc5m4I/AAAAAAAAA1c/xaJOlQpFbw8/s1600-h/IMG_4059.JPG"></a><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SSSCB3juKEI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Y6XBnSE78NE/s1600-h/IMG_3398.JPG"></a> <div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SSSBqbEYyGI/AAAAAAAAA1M/OznnAAOO_L8/s1600-h/IMG_3398.JPG"></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Tu eras também uma pequena folha</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">que tremia no meu peito.</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">O vento da vida pôs-te ali.</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">A princípio não te vi: não soube</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">que ias comigo,</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">até que as tuas raízes</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">atravessaram o meu peito,</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">se uniram aos fios do meu sangue,</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">falaram pela minha boca,</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">floresceram comigo.</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Pablo Neruda</span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-4152062631974475946?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-31129997335656846932008-11-13T00:01:00.000Z2008-11-13T00:01:01.037Z<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267920386018365746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SRtprjGp0TI/AAAAAAAAArA/rG5NvBro5Hw/s400/IMG_4238.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;"> Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Por muito tempo achei que a ausência é falta.</strong></span></div><div align="right"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>E lastimava, ignorante, a falta.</strong></span></div><div align="right"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Hoje não a lastimo.</strong></span></div><div align="right"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Não há falta na ausência.</strong></span></div><div align="right"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>A ausência é um estar em mim.</strong></span></div><div align="right"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>E sinto-a, branca, tão pegada, aconchegada nos meus braços,</strong></span></div><div align="right"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>que rio e danço e invento exclamações alegres,</strong></span></div><div align="right"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>porque a ausência assimilada,</strong></span></div><div align="right"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>ninguém a rouba mais de mim.</strong></span></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Carlos Drummond de Andrade</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3112999733565684693?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-59654853366206513632008-11-11T16:59:00.007Z2008-11-11T17:12:00.621Z<p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267447680464269858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SRm7wdsHMiI/AAAAAAAAAq4/cFjckIO-Q5s/s400/IMG_2955.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G. </div><p></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">« A morte não é a maior perda da vida. </span></p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><p> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">A maior perda da vida é o que morre dentro de nós enquanto vivemos.»</span> </p><p align="right"> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">Desconheço autor</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-5965485336620651363?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-33614940948203084842008-11-07T10:55:00.001Z2008-11-07T11:01:56.868Z<p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265867998109121570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SRQfC2VkPCI/AAAAAAAAAqw/6CM13AUg_k8/s400/Manif.jpg" border="0" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3361494094820308484?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-37556728625499325442008-11-03T10:15:00.003Z2008-11-07T11:00:22.662Z<p align="center"></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Para começar bem a semana</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">aqui fica um vídeo de animação </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">(muito bem feito)</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">ao som de Frejat </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">e da música Segredos...</span></p> <p align="center"> </p><p align="center"></p> <p align="center"> <object height="349" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6zByb57Lr90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6zByb57Lr90&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3755672862549932544?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-56162562802738219792008-10-30T23:48:00.001Z2008-11-02T16:34:45.877Z<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263067267555339538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SQory3-fLRI/AAAAAAAAAqo/K_tu9PjIiyI/s400/la%25C3%25A7o_cancro_da_mama.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Por uma causa... </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-5616256280273821979?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-4557012666050215922008-10-28T00:03:00.000Z2008-10-28T00:03:00.280Z<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259239948356117714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SPyS3k5PZNI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/_f3KuxlqCIM/s320/DSCN4120.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> <div align="right"> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>No alto da torre exilei-me</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Das janelas fortificadas, vejo</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>A chuva cair, trovões a bramir</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>O sol, o luar a vida a passar,</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>No mundo de ninguém</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Com medo de sofrer</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Criei um casulo de muralhas</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>E nele habitei.</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Mas um dia acordei</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Sentindo-me escrava de mim,</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Era a tristeza que me algemava.</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Estava cativa numa prisão sem fim</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Descobri que tinha de caminhar</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>O jardim da vida atravessar</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Feito de arvores cor de esperança</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>De grama molhada, onde podia tombar</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Mas só assim pude aprender</strong></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>O que é a felicidade, o que é sofrer.</strong></span></div> <div align="center"></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Poema - Luna</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-455701266605021592?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-17838414797749995582008-10-23T00:01:00.002+01:002008-10-23T00:01:00.976+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259248664706353794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SPyay71FCoI/AAAAAAAAAqg/z9Q151NPGf0/s200/DSCN4038.JPG" border="0" /> <div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">PORQUE...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">... ... Nunca vieste</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">PORQUE...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">... ... Já não te espero</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">PORQUE...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">... ... ... Já não tenho lágrimas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">PARTO COM DOR</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></div> <div align="center"></div> <div> </div> <div></div> <div> </div> <div></div> <div> </div> <div></div> <div> </div> <div></div> <div> </div> <div></div> <div> </div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div> <div> </div> <div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-1783841479774999558?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-23886113207995885622008-10-20T12:29:00.009+01:002008-10-20T16:14:36.281+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259198703569559586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SPxtW0F1YCI/AAAAAAAAAqI/oZuXdKbnDRo/s320/DSCN2658.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by R.G.</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">É ao mar que confesso</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">o que me vai na alma</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">sussurro-lhe ao ouvido</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">porque me chove cá dentro</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">porque me dói esta ferida </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">de estar só nisto que sinto...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-2388611320799588562?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-40538886289824376342008-10-10T00:03:00.008+01:002009-09-10T01:03:31.689+01:00<p align="center"><object width="439" height="325"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ajb-blBQdeU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ajb-blBQdeU&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="439" height="325"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-4053888628982437634?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-12045030132802159542008-10-09T00:06:00.000+01:002008-10-09T00:06:00.954+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">um A de...</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> AMOR</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">um A de...</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">AMIGA</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">um A de...</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">LUTADORA</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">um A de...</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">CONTADORA DE HISTÓRIAS</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">um A de...</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> GENEROSIDADE</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">um A de...</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">ALEGRIA</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">um A de...</span> </span><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">AVÓ</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252884934362296994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SOX_BE6qcqI/AAAAAAAAApo/THlwQ3BsDZo/s320/DSCN0400.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span> </div><p align="left"> Contigo aprendi o significado da palavra Generosidade,</p><p align="left"> tu que dás sem esperar receber, </p><p align="left"> tu que és feliz por veres os outros felizes.</p><p align="left"> Parabéns pelos teus 84 anos. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-1204503013280215954?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-77438296459616756052008-10-06T00:01:00.000+01:002008-10-06T00:01:00.099+01:00<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253057416123193122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SOab41jBFyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/owrjyS5E4BY/s320/DSCN4714.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Percorro as ruas do meu sentir</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">planto-me em ti</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">e juntos ouvimos um canto inaudível...</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">caminhamos num tempo que parece não ter fim...</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Sós, vivemos o momento.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-7743829645961675605?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-74391037901423903702008-10-03T12:48:00.007+01:002008-10-03T13:53:55.963+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252896345184441442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SOYJZRiqlGI/AAAAAAAAApw/Yf68qQEzT2w/s320/DSCN1718.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Roda viva...</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Roda de emoções...</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Alegria... Tristeza...</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Confiança... Medo...</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Começo... Fim... Recomeço... </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vitória ou derrota</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Que importa? - É a roda da vida. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hoje perco</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Amanhã ganho...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-7439103790142390370?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-26271110086309281512008-09-30T00:05:00.002+01:002008-09-30T00:05:00.164+01:00O meu Blog faz hoje 1 ano. <div align="left">E foi assim que tudo começou... </div> <div align="right"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div align="center"> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> </div> <span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span> <span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span> <div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pelo sonho é que vamos, <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248229176345359778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SNV0oSvn9aI/AAAAAAAAApI/qFfIRA2E-uo/s200/Mello_20070303_052.JPG" border="0" /></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">comovidos e mudos. </span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Chegamos? Não chegamos?</span> </div> <div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Haja ou não haja frutos, </span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pelo sonho é que vamos.</span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Basta a fé no que temos. </span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Basta a esperança naquilo </span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que talvez não teremos. </span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Basta que a alma demos, </span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">com a mesma alegria, </span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ao que desconhecemos </span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e ao que é do dia a dia. </span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Chegamos? Não chegamos?</span> </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- Partimos. Vamos. Somos</span> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G. </div></span><div align="left"> <span style="font-size:78%;">(Sebastião da Gama)</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-2627111008630928151?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-51031239510836308212008-09-26T00:02:00.003+01:002008-09-26T00:13:36.173+01:00<div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nos dias sem cor</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">soletro silêncios</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">olho para fotos com cheiro a passado</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e leio planos desfeitos...</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tentando esquecer </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">uma verdade crua</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">refaço sonhos...</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></div></span> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Procuro um novo caminho</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">já que pernoita na minha sombra</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">um desejo impossível de alcançar.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"> </p><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250068144318145634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SNv9KUStZGI/AAAAAAAAApg/xSeN16cXtEI/s320/IMG_3254.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="right"> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-5103123951083630821?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-37420367008438405582008-09-23T22:00:00.001+01:002008-09-23T22:04:12.691+01:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248161356252627586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SNU28pNewoI/AAAAAAAAAoo/zqND_ePvJbg/s400/IMG_2887.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">... que me mantêm <span style="font-size:180%;">prisioneira</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">... que me mantêm <span style="font-size:180%;">refém</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">(dos meus sonhos) </span> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248162262706187490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SNU3xaA2bOI/AAAAAAAAAo4/thkVIwruZ8o/s400/Mello_20070303_047.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotos by: R.G. </span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3742036700843840558?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-88707359816968065712008-09-22T21:33:00.000+01:002008-09-22T21:33:01.046+01:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248051717384492386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SNTTO0mU1WI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/q_YUhg-ba7c/s400/DSCN4665.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">... que me faz <span style="font-size:180%;">companhia </span></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div align="center"> ... que me <span style="font-size:180%;">consola</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248049406708660258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SNTRIUqRuCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/jtu3e-YZFbc/s400/DSCN4599.JPG" border="0" /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotos by: R.G.</span> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SNTMbiK7TNI/AAAAAAAAAn4/FhINv9EJjFs/s1600-h/20070224_0151.jpg"></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SNTMbiK7TNI/AAAAAAAAAn4/FhINv9EJjFs/s1600-h/20070224_0151.jpg"></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SNTMbiK7TNI/AAAAAAAAAn4/FhINv9EJjFs/s1600-h/20070224_0151.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-8870735981696806571?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-30662177009056119852008-09-19T19:10:00.028+01:002008-10-03T23:51:08.306+01:00<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247798091370593778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SNPsj2Ed_fI/AAAAAAAAAmA/iDAoN4i9a6g/s400/IMG_3206.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... que me faz <span style="font-size:180%;">sonhar</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... que me faz <span style="font-size:180%;">acreditar</span></span></div> <div align="right"> </div><p align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247805311054057250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SNPzIFfJDyI/AAAAAAAAAmI/f5CScU62fug/s400/IMG_3705.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Fotos by: R.G.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span> <object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TS1C-6CsrI/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TS1C-6CsrI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3066217700905611985?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-34552290616809549052008-09-09T00:02:00.000+01:002008-09-09T00:02:00.370+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243786405569545154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SMWr8_3-w8I/AAAAAAAAAk8/2rQvuiQEn4I/s320/IMG_4378.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Ai, quem me dera terminasse a espera </div> <div align="left">Retornasse o canto simples e sem fim</div> <div align="left">E ouvindo o canto se chorasse tanto </div> <div align="left">Que do mundo o pranto se estancasse enfim. </div> <div align="left"> <span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div align="left"> Ai, quem me dera ver morrer a fera </div> <div align="left">Ver nascer o anjo, ver brotar a flor</div> <div align="left">Ai, quem me dera uma manhã feliz </div> <div align="left">Ai, quem me dera uma estação de amor. </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div align="left"> Ah, se as pessoas se tornassem boas</div> <div align="left">E cantassem loas e tivessem paz </div> <div align="left">E pelas ruas se abraçassem nuas </div> <div align="left">E duas a duas fossem casais. </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left">Ai, quem me dera ao som de madrigais</div> <div align="left">Ver todo mundo para sempre afim </div> <div align="left">E a liberdade nunca ser demais </div> <div align="left">E não haver mais solidão ruim. </div> <div align="left"> <span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left">Ai, quem me dera ouvir o nunca-mais </div> <div align="left">Dizer que a vida vai ser sempre assim </div> <div align="left">E, finda a espera, ouvir na primavera </div> <div align="left">Alguém chamar por mim. </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Vinícius de Morais</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3455229061680954905?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-9073908857358639152008-09-02T00:05:00.000+01:002008-09-02T00:05:00.987+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241119811171858418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SLwysxopN_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/psMOgJqZVY4/s200/DSCN3407.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Enquanto o medo espreita...</span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Enquanto a dúvida persiste... </span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Enquanto o sonho se acalenta...</span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Enquanto a tristeza se instala...</span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Enquanto a raiva permanece.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Na contramão da vida...</span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Até que o maldito destino </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">trace um novo rumo.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-907390885735863915?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-87031340446808851152008-08-28T00:18:00.007+01:002008-08-28T00:37:25.533+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239341276819909698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SLXhIc3kbEI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zRPeyi31Tl4/s320/DSCN3018.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Dor...</span> </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">perdida nas cinzas de um fogo ainda por apagar.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pedras da vida </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que fazem meus olhos sangrar já fartos de tantas lágrimas</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Momentos cheios de um vazio, sem cor, sem cheiro, sem sabor...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Verdade Crua...</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-8703134044680885115?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-46935357918034020342008-08-24T21:58:00.009+01:002008-09-04T18:51:22.212+01:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Talvez por não saber falar de cor, </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Imaginei </div><strong></strong></span><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Triste é o virar de costas, o último adeus</strong> </div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sabe Deus o que quero dizer</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="center"> <span style="color:#ffffcc;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">.</span></div><div align="left"> </div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Obrigado por saberes cuidar de mim,</em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em><span style="color:#ffff99;">. </span></div></em></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Tratar de mim, olhar para mim, escutar quem sou, </em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span> </div></em></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e se ao menos tudo fosse igual a ti</span> </div></span><div align="right"> <span style="color:#ffffcc;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">.</span></div><div align="left"> <object height="349" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12OYj_xZ3-U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12OYj_xZ3-U&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-4693535791803402034?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-3998146658382404742008-08-07T00:02:00.000+01:002008-11-13T21:02:38.215Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231200497020332306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SJj1Is2-aRI/AAAAAAAAAjE/7yovmMBPlxs/s400/Feliz-Aniversario_652770266_20071231025259_aniversario019.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Miga, é bom saber que estás aí...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">eu... já sabes - estou aqui. BEIJO <span style="font-size:78%;">grande</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-399814665838240474?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-30800469342933671412008-07-30T12:28:00.009+01:002008-11-13T21:02:38.430Z<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228772403843939058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SJBUzE57uvI/AAAAAAAAAi8/AgwtlhESfQI/s320/DSCN4685.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;"> Foto by: R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Entrego-me a ti que me entendes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">que me escutas e me consolas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Entre cansaços e gritos mudos</span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">recordo histórias minhas, </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">histórias nossas. </span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Em diálogos de silêncios</span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">curas-me as feridas abertas pelos sonhos... </span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Olho para as cicatrizes </span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">e revejo momentos passados, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">sonhos desfeitos... </span></div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">porque cicatrizes são memórias.</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3080046934293367141?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-29124028059705881002008-07-14T18:29:00.004+01:002008-11-13T21:02:38.862Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222925206744085010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SHuOzaRqMhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/NJyhAKW3X2g/s320/bn102_102_b~Close-Up-of-a-Giraffe-s-Head-Giraffa-Camelopardalis-Tanzania-Africa-Posters.jpg" border="0" /> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Por todos os <span style="color:#000000;"><strong>nós</strong></span>...</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Por todos os<span style="color:#000000;"><strong> laços</strong></span>...</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Pela AMIZADE...</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">A todos os AMIGOS...</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Beijos e abraços da <span style="font-size:78%;">Girafona</span>... </span></div> <div></div> <div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-2912402805970588100?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-51746294060320706842008-06-25T00:01:00.002+01:002008-11-13T21:02:39.068Z<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215558349274752018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SGFir3nYJBI/AAAAAAAAAis/8NYncQPDZZA/s320/IMG_3707.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Esquecida de mim...</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">anestesio o sentir.</span> </div><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Faço um voo rasante</span> </div><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">sem rumo</span> </div><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">sem trilhos a seguir.</span> </div><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Saio de mim...</span> </div><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">viajo num mar de sonhos</span> </div><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">contemplo o futuro em que acredito</span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">e por fim abraçada a ti adormeço..</span> </div><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Esquecida de mim...</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-5174629406032070684?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-51128944973220464612008-06-21T00:02:00.000+01:002008-11-13T21:02:39.273Z<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Há palavras que nos beijam </span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Como se tivessem boca. </span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Palavras de amor, de esperança, </span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">De imenso amor, de esperança louca.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <p align="left"> </p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </p><div align="left"> </div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Palavras nuas que beijas </span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Quando a noite perde o rosto;<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213725707142181954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SFrf6DqINEI/AAAAAAAAAik/TtSiAymdXbM/s200/IMG_3689.JPG" border="0" /></span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Palavras que se recusam </span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Aos muros do teu desgosto.</span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></p><p align="left"> </p></span> <div align="right"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </div></span></span> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">De</span> <span style="color:#009900;">repente</span> <span style="color:#3366ff;">coloridas</span></span></span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Entre</span><span style="color:#999900;"> </span><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">palavras</span> </span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">sem</span> <span style="color:#cccccc;">cor</span>,</span></span></div> <p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></p></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Esperadas inesperadas </span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Como a poesia ou o amor.</span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <p align="left"> </p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G. </p></span><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">(O nome de quem se ama </span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Letra a letra revelado</span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">No mármore distraído</span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">No papel abandonado) <span style="color:#ffff99;">..</span></span></span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <p align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Palavras que nos transportam</span></p> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Aonde a noite é mais forte,</span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ao silêncio dos amantes </span></div> <p align="left"> </p> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Abraçados contra a morte.</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div></span> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Alexandre O'Neill</span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"></div> <div align="right"></div> <div align="right"></div> <div align="right"></div> <div align="right"></div> <div align="right"></div> <div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-5112894497322046461?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-37970366778975990382008-06-18T00:03:00.017+01:002008-11-13T21:02:40.112Z<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Em 2001 fui pela primeira vez ao Andanças... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Adorei... </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">É um festival diferente... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e este ano... </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">EU VOU.</span></span> </div><p> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211853877373703778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SFQ5fOYaFmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/SZ58izFoNuk/s400/cartaz%2520ao%2520alto_P.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>O QUE É O ANDANÇAS?</em></span> </p><p> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O Andanças é um festival onde não se vem ver, vem-se fazer. </span></p><p> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tendo por base a cultura participativa, o Andanças é um festival de dança e música popular de todo o mundo, onde a aprendizagem cultural é ilimitada e transborda para outras áreas, em que quem toca e quem dança se junta para formar um colectivo que é muito mais que a mera soma das partes. Os participantes têm oportunidade de, durante uma semana única de partilha, descoberta, convívio, relação com o outro, aprender ou experimentar a dançar, jogar, tocar, construir instrumentos e brinquedos tradicionais, passear pela serra, de se aventurar em novos espaços com pessoas diferentes (ou não) das que encontram todos os dias. É também motivo para a realização de um (re)encontro anual entre músicos e bailadores vindos de toda a Europa, para que possam partilhar o seu trabalho uns com os outros e com um público alargado. A preocupação é, cada vez mais, incentivar a troca cultural: “do festival para fora e de fora para o festival”, à qual se alia uma preocupação ecológica, mas também social, e que fará deste espaço comum um local mais rico para todos.</span> </p><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem e texto retirados de </span><a href="http://www.pedexumbo.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">www.pedexumbo.com</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3797036677897599038?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-61035413353661314842008-06-13T22:34:00.016+01:002008-11-13T21:02:40.290Z<div align="center"> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Um sonho...</span> </span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"> </div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;">. .</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">uma espera...</span> </span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">. </span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"> </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">uma luta...</span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"> </div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">. </div></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span> </span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">um momento...</span> </span></div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;">. </span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;">. </span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">um choro... </span><span style="color:#ffffcc;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span> </span></div><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;">.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">um silêncio...</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211491610497044082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SFLwAhGaznI/AAAAAAAAAiE/LPSXBi-wrtk/s320/HPIM2249.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G. </span> </p><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong>Foi contigo que partilhei estes e outros sentires...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6103541335366131484?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-77777469283884055852008-06-04T22:28:00.014+01:002008-11-13T21:02:40.469Z<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208151357023565714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SEcSELPbt5I/AAAAAAAAAhk/QAF1G2Klvg4/s320/DSCN4512.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eu queria ser o Mar de altivo porte </span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que ri e canta, a vastidão imensa!</span> </div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eu queria ser a Pedra que não pensa,</span> </div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A pedra do caminho, rude e forte!</span> </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;">.</span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SEcJ4wjjr_I/AAAAAAAAAhY/mDYzfsQGU5I/s1600-h/IMG_3669.JPG"></a> </div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eu queria ser o sol, a luz intensa</span> </div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O bem do que é humilde e não tem sorte!</span></div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eu queria ser a árvore tosca e densa</span></div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que ri do mundo vão é ate da morte!</span> </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"></span> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mas o mar também chora de tristeza...</span> </div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As árvores também, como quem reza,</span></div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Abrem, aos céus, os braços, como um crente!</span> </div> <div align="left"> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">.</span> </span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"> <div align="center"> </span></div> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E o sol altivo e forte, ao fim de um dia,</span> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tem lágrimas de sangue na agonia!</span> </div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E as pedras... essas... pisá-as toda a gente!...</span> </div> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div> <div align="left"> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"> <div align="right"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Florbela Espanca</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-7777746928388405585?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-68576145910904733812008-05-26T00:01:00.004+01:002008-11-13T21:02:40.902Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204380745805317458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SDmstt2bxVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Hn3i2aSdlSE/s320/IMG_3672.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Entrelaçada em ti...</span> </div><div align="left"> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><div align="left"></div></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Bebo o vento...</strong></span> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div></span><div align="left">Enroscada em ti... </div><div align="left"> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Respiro sonhos...</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Abraçada a ti...</span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div> </div><div align="left"></div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></div></span><div> </div><div align="right"> </div><div> </div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6857614591090473381?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-74601019507286213482008-05-21T00:02:00.001+01:002008-11-13T21:02:41.000Z<span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202571725541442450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SDM_a4Njg5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/TnGQuPMTvmA/s320/DSCN0573.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div> <p><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;">As nuvens não deixam ver</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;">a tempestade em que se encontra a minha alma.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sentimentos magoados...</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;">emoções descompassadas...</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;">marejam os meus olhos de estrelas.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Talvez, um dia... </span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">no refúgio das palavras </span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">encontre o sol.</span></p></span> <div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-7460101950728621348?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-82724098575890411932008-05-19T00:01:00.008+01:002008-11-13T21:02:41.578Z<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Hoje um post diferente...</span></div><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">.</span> </span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201833811505283954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SDCgSoNjg3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/96sLa-mw_C0/s200/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Desafio</em> todos os que por aqui passam a colocarem <strong>somente uma vírgula</strong> nesta frase para que passe a ter sentido. </span></span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span> </p><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></p> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Um homem tinha um cão e a mãe do homem era também o pai do cão.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-8272409857589041193?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-7375699055087658262008-05-15T00:09:00.013+01:002008-11-13T21:02:41.837Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200378028045337426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SCt0Q4Njg1I/AAAAAAAAAcY/bHgFzbGCZAs/s320/IMG_3650.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"> <div align="right"> </div></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">- Olá, como estás?</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(Hoje só me apetece responder...)</span></div> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">. </span><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">- À deriva... Por sentir algo que não julguei poder sentir. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Por ter dúvidas que não julguei ter...</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-737569905508765826?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-32048917729330647242008-05-13T00:01:00.003+01:002008-11-13T21:02:42.052Z<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199624935594754866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SCjHVINjgzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/b1I3xWZhYpg/s320/DSCN2605.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;"> Foto by: R. G. </span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Numa praia deserta</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">de olhar cansado</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>perdida na sombra dos pensamentos</strong></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">em busca de um raio de sol...</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Escuto os conselhos da brisa do mar.</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3204891772933064724?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-75213978223991149122008-05-09T00:01:00.001+01:002008-11-13T21:02:42.321Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198134501518493346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SCN7ycm2RqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/49trk8jPsXc/s320/IMG_3670.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Passos...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">que mostram um caminho percorrido...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">marcas que nem o tempo apaga.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-7521397822399114912?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-33915983223147813212008-05-06T00:01:00.003+01:002008-05-06T00:10:12.638+01:00<p align="center"><object height="373" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjRwuGsugdE&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjRwuGsugdE&hl=en&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Porque a música está sempre presente na minha vida, </p><p align="center">no meu dia a dia...</p><p align="center">Aqui fica uma... </p><p align="center">Quero realçar a simplicidade e a beleza da letra.</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;">.</span></p><p align="center"> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Toquinho - <strong>Aquarela</strong></span></em> </p><p align="center"> <span style="font-size:78%;">Numa folha qualquer eu desenho um sol amarelo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">E com cinco ou seis rectas é fácil fazer um castelo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Corro o lápis em torno da mão e me dou uma luva</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">E se faço chover com dois riscos tenho um guarda-chuva</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Se um pinguinho de tinta cai num pedacinho azul do papel</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Num instante imagino uma linda gaivota a voar no céu</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Vai voando contornando</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">A imensa curva norte sul</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Vou com ela viajando</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Havaí, Pequim ou Istambul</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pinto um barco a vela branco navegando</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">é tanto céu e mar num beijo azul</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Entre as nuvens vem surgindo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Um lindo avião rosa e grená</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Tudo em volta colorindo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Com suas luzes a piscar</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Basta imaginar e ele está partindo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sereno indo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">E se a gente quiser</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Ele vai pousar</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Numa folha qualquer eu desenho um navio de partida</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Com alguns bons amigos, bebendo de bem com a vida</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">De uma América à outra consigo passar num segundo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Giro um simples compasso e num círculo eu faço o mundo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Um menino caminha e caminhando chega no muro</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">E ali logo em frente a esperar pela gente o futuro está</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">E o futuro é uma astronave</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Que tentamos pilotar</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Não tem tempo nem piedade</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Nem tem hora de chegar</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sem pedir licença muda nossa vida</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">E depois convida a rir ou chorar</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Nessa estrada não nos cabe</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Conhecer ou ver o que virá</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">O fim dela ninguém sabe</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Bem ao certo onde vai dar</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Vamos todos numa linda passarela</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">De uma aquarela que um dia enfim</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Descolorirá</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Numa folha qualquer eu desenho um sol amarelo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Que descolorirá</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">E se faço chover com dois riscos tenho um guarda-chuva</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Que descolorirá</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Giro um simples compasso e num círculo eu faço o mundo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Que descolorirá</span> </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3391598322314781321?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-27036297200158108852008-05-03T00:01:00.002+01:002008-11-13T21:02:42.820Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195909685321837010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SBuUVGaeqdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/slvzgKkI47M/s320/IMG_3434.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></p> <p align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Nas<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">profundezas</span></span></span> do meu pensamento... </span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">guardo</span> gratas lembranças,<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SBuSTmaeqcI/AAAAAAAAAbw/3uhS0-huOSg/s1600-h/IMG_3434.jpg"></a></span></p></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">estados de alma,</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">sabores da vida,</span></div></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="center"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ilusões perdidas,</span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span></div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Sentires</span> vividos.</span></div></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-2703629720015810885?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-40358409554571796022008-04-29T00:03:00.004+01:002008-11-13T21:02:43.091Z<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194401992887150978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SBY5F2aeqYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6-432KOEjV4/s400/IMG_3425.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Amo-te como a planta que não floriu e tem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">dentro de si, escondida, a luz das flores,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e, graças ao teu amor, vive obscuro em meu corpo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">o denso aroma que subiu da terra.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Amo-te sem saber como, nem quando, nem onde,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">amo-te directamente sem problemas nem orgulho:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>amo-te assim porque não sei amar de outra maneira,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">a não ser deste modo em que nem eu sou nem tu és,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">tão perto que a tua mão no meu peito é minha,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">tão perto que os teus olhos se fecham com meu sono.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Pablo Neruda</span></div></div> <object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tnoZWo3bzq/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/tnoZWo3bzq/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-4035840955457179602?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-83649295117209420962008-04-29T00:01:00.002+01:002008-11-13T21:02:43.421Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194767571913451922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SBeFlWaeqZI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wSvbulvb0mE/s400/bh-flow-with-the-rhythm.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-8364929511720942096?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-70276053601176003962008-04-25T00:02:00.002+01:002008-11-13T21:02:43.617Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192952793612069234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SBETDWaeqXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/10-BiKxoXw4/s200/DSCN4528.JPG" border="0" /> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Busco nos meus sonhos</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">o que a realidade afasta<span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;">.</span></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">As palavras fogem.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Sentimentos trocados </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">invadem o peito.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">SONHO...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Acordo... e a tristeza espreita</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">SONHO...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Acordo... e a esperança renasce</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">SONHO... SONHO... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;">.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></span> </div><div></div> <div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-7027605360117600396?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-9521681823042934372008-04-22T00:03:00.022+01:002008-11-13T21:02:43.895Z<p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191809095341125394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SA0C3WVzLxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/w0ZWFibTKd0/s400/IMG_2971.jpg" border="0" /></p> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span> </div> <p align="center"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nunca deixes de<span style="color:#006600;"> <strong>p</strong></span>rocurar</span> </span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">o t<span style="color:#006600;"><strong>r</strong></span>ilh<span style="color:#006600;"><strong>o</strong></span> que <span style="color:#006600;"><strong>c</strong></span>ond<span style="color:#006600;"><strong>u</strong></span>z </span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">às a<strong><span style="color:#006600;">r</span></strong>téri<span style="color:#006600;"><strong>a</strong></span>s do sentir.</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-952168182304293437?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-25123763093427192382008-04-18T00:03:00.000+01:002008-11-13T21:02:44.129Z<p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190344988246320002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SAfPRGYmo4I/AAAAAAAAAao/FJuq9dwy3rg/s320/DSCN2804.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">foto by: R.G.</span> </p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">O meu barco...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">ancorou no cais do teu corpo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Mergulhei no teu mar</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Senti o calor das tuas águas</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">e a força da tua maré...</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Fiquei naufraga de palavras.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-2512376309342719238?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-65773620468052743742008-04-13T11:50:00.016+01:002008-11-13T21:02:44.602Z<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hoje deixo-vos um texto de Emily Perl Kingsley, que me tocou bastante. Este texto foi escrito em 1987 e já foi traduzido em várias línguas. </span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dedico este post a todas as mães que já aprenderam a "falar Holandês" <span style="font-size:78%;">(eu conheço algumas)</span>.</span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div> <p align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188698546893136754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/SAH11mYmo3I/AAAAAAAAAac/4cuaWb3X_GM/s200/IMG_3366.jpg" border="0" /></p> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span> </div> <div align="center"> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><em>"Bem-vindos à Holanda"</em></strong> </span></div> <div align="left"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Pedem-me muitas vezes que descreva como é a experiência de criar um filho com uma incapacidade. Para tentar ajudar as pessoas que não sabem o que essa experiência única significa, para poder imaginar o que se sente, deixem-me dizer-lhes algo parecido com o seguinte... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">.</span></span></div> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="left"> Quando você vai ter um bebé, é como planear uma fabulosa viagem a Itália. Compra logo uma boa quantidade de livros de viagem e faz os seus planos maravilhosos. O coliseu. O David de Miguel Ângelo. As gôndolas em Veneza. Pode até aprender algumas frases úteis em italiano. É tudo muito excitante. </div><div align="left"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="left"> Depois de meses de expectativa, chega finalmente o dia. Faz as malas e lá vai para o aeroporto. Horas mais tarde o avião aterra. A hospedeira chega perto de si e anuncia, «bem-vindos à Holanda». </div><div align="left"> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">.</span></span></div> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="left"> «Holanda?!?» pergunta você. «O que é isso de Holanda?? O meu voo era para Itália! Eu devia estar em Itália. Toda a minha vida eu sonhei ir a Itália.» </div><div align="left"> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">.</span> </div></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mas, houve houve uma mudança nos planos de voo. O avião aterrou na Holanda e tem que ficar ali. O mais importante é que eles não a levaram para um lugar horrível, desagradável e sujo, cheio de pestilência, fome e doenças. É só um lugar diferente. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">.</span></span></div> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="left"> Assim você precisa de sair e de comprar novos livros de viagem. E precisa de aprender uma linguagem completamente nova. E vai conhecer um novo grupo de pessoas que nunca teria encontrado. </div><div align="left"> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">.</span></span></div> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="left"> É só um lugar diferente. Com um ritmo de vida mais lento do que Itália, menos buliçoso e aparatoso. Mas depois de lá permanecer mais um bocado de tempo, logo que tenha passado a agitação, você olha em seu redor e começa a dar-se conta que a Holanda tem os moinhos de vento... e a Holanda tem as tulipas. A Holanda até tem os Rembrants. </div><div align="left"> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">.</span></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Mas todas as pessoas que você conhece, vão e vêm de Itália... e todas se gabam das maravilhosas férias que lá passaram. E para o resto da sua vida, você dirá «Sim, era ali para onde eu deveria ter ido. Isso era o que eu tinha planeado.» <span style="color:#ffcc66;">.</span></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> E essa dor nunca, nunca, nunca mais passará... porque a perda desse sonho é uma perda muito significativa. <span style="color:#ffcc66;">.</span></span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Mas... se você passa a vida a lamentar-se com o facto de não ter ido a Itália, nunca terá o espírito livre de desfrutar as coisas muito especiais, as coisas maravilhosas da Holanda. </span></div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Emily Perl Kingsley</span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div> <div align="right"></div> <object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/b0uA12eJ8I/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"> <embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/b0uA12eJ8I/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-6577362046805274374?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-37312563806582184002008-04-10T00:04:00.001+01:002008-11-13T21:02:45.053Z<div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187369567118519362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R_09Iy7FbEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/KZqohRWtDKI/s200/DSCN3460.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Procuro a calmaria </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">no meio da tempestade...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Procuro o silêncio</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">no meio das canções...</span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">No escuro</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Procuro uma luz...</span> </div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">No passado</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Procuro o futuro...</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#000000;">Foto by: R.G.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Procuro...</span> Procuro... <span style="font-size:180%;">Procuro...</span></span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3731256380658218400?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-31254993442994551932008-04-08T00:02:00.000+01:002008-11-13T21:02:45.357Z<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186626330660686978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R_qZKvW3zII/AAAAAAAAAaE/VTvWUel9cjU/s320/DSCN3495.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">Outra vez tu???</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Perdi-me de tanto te querer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Andei, andei, andei...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Tanto andei que não sei onde estou.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Escuto-me num silêncio que me dou</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">e oiço a tua voz...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Fecho os olhos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">e vejo que me embrulhei em ti...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Tu... Outra vez... Tu... Sempre tu.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-3125499344299455193?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-92215983597087151572008-04-05T16:16:00.027+01:002008-11-13T21:02:45.563Z<div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185886913385974898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R_f4q_W3zHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YuNePKHQiio/s200/DSCN2865a.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Busco nos meus sonhos</span></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">o brilho de um olhar...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Aconchegada entre as palavras</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Detenho-me perante a solidão</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Diluo-me no teu abraço</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Deixo-me levar no espaço dos sentidos...</span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span> </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div> <span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-9221598359708715157?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-40355554341733494882008-04-03T01:07:00.011+01:002008-11-13T21:02:45.791Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184806677571423298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R_QiM_W3zEI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0zwPSCVtMN4/s320/DSCN2953.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R_QhgfW3zDI/AAAAAAAAAZc/we1BOjt7EbA/s1600-h/DSCN2953.JPG"></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span> </div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Se eu soubesse voar </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">ía mais longe...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Talvez um dia...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">consiga...</span> </span></div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>deitar-me nas nuvens e... </strong></span></div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>sentir brisa do mar,</strong></span></div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>conversar com a lua,</strong></span></div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>rir com o sol...</strong></span></div> <div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Ver o teu sorriso.</span></div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div> <div> </div> <div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-4035555434173349488?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-45385586760470116762008-04-02T00:02:00.018+01:002011-08-19T22:49:31.212+01:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No silêncio dos gritos</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">escondo a angústia que me consome...</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ilusões, falsas alegrias,</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sentimentos trocados,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">um vazio,</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">o medo de mais uma derrota.</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Pedes-me para acreditar. Não me apetece.</span> <div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184381965435391010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R_Kf7fW3zCI/AAAAAAAAAZU/XKxBtdI8UA0/s200/DSCN3021.JPG" border="0" /></span></div></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Peço-te</strong>...</span></span> </div><span><div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Simplesmente <span style="font-size: 130%; "><strong>olha-me</strong>...</span></span> </div><span></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Seremos silêncios</span>. </div><div align="left">D<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">eixemos cair pequenas gotas de água em nossos rostos.</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Abraça-me</strong>... </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Aperta-me</strong>...</span> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">e eu deixo-me ir nas ondas do nosso amor.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%; "></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%; "></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%; "></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%; "></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%; "></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%; "></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%; "></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%; "></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%; "></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%; "></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%; "></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%; ">Foto by: R.G.</span></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-4538558676047011676?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-47155213664987430522008-04-01T00:04:00.000+01:002008-11-13T21:02:46.145Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Alinho e desalinho letras,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Escrevo umas </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Linhas Perdidas,</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Saboreio a saudade,</span> </strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Respiro sonhos,</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><div align="center"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Construo um mundo de flores,</strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Tentando cobrir a vida de novas cores...</span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><p></p><p> </p><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184034979322514434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R_FkWPW3zAI/AAAAAAAAAZE/LNqVoBCLB3U/s320/DSCN4597.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">Foto By: R.G.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-4715521366498743052?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-43277645929692173262008-03-30T22:37:00.013+01:002008-11-13T21:02:46.409Z<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182749465546050466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R-zTLfW3y6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/L_Ov3VMsXYQ/s400/DSCN4582.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">.</span> </span> </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R-zSn_W3y5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/e1mY2k68Fko/s1600-h/DSCN4582.JPG"></a><p> </p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>"Quando eu morrer voltarei para buscar </strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">os instantes que não vivi junto ao mar."</span> </span></strong> </p><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Sofia De Mello Breyner</span></div><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></p><p></p><div align="left"> </div> <object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/J5O80HulOF/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/J5O80HulOF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-4327764592969217326?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-76223902385585137462008-03-27T21:54:00.011Z2008-11-13T21:02:46.698Z<div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182544303548255106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R-wYlfW3y4I/AAAAAAAAAYE/axO0cjXjO9o/s320/DSCN4310.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Foto By: R.G.</span></p> <p align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fecho os olhos...</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">e o teu cheiro persegue-me,</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">sinto o gosto dos teus beijos,</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">a leveza do teu toque acaricia-me a alma...</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><strong>Texturas de sentires</strong></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">que se diluem em pensamentos.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Só. Perco-me numas <em>linhas perdidas</em> </span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">que teimam em te trazer por perto.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p> <p align="left"></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p> <p align="left"></p> <p align="left"></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p> <p align="left"></p> <p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p> <p align="right"> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-7622390238558513746?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-10450613070162380282008-03-25T12:06:00.019Z2008-11-13T21:02:46.952Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181663650568981186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R-j3ovW3ysI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Q9ig3Pj27BA/s200/DSCN4530.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="left"> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R-j0DvW3yqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GrOszBwgiB8/s1600-h/DSCN4530.JPG"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">À tua porta... </span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> <div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fujo para o abismo de mim... </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <div align="left"> À tua porta... </div> <div align="left"></div> <div align="left"> Tive medo... </div> <div align="left"> À tua porta... </div> <div align="left"> Senti ausência de coragem... </div> <div align="left"> À tua porta... </div> <div align="left"> Tive tanto para te dizer... </div> <div align="left"> À tua porta... </div> <div align="left"> Quis bater </div> <div align="left"> À tua porta... </div> <div align="left"> Não bati. </div><p></p><p></p> <div align="left"> </div> <div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Ao postigo da tua porta</div><div align="left"> a ver este por do sol me perdi.</span></div> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </span> <div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">Foto By: R.G.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-1045061307016238028?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-58311643635410316932008-03-23T18:50:00.007Z2008-11-13T21:02:47.185Z<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181011631583775362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LCPhC8ZJLN0/R-amoPW3yoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/eIPLc3FPKng/s320/DSCN0558.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;"> Foto by:R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Perdi as palavras...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Percorro as memórias de mim...</span> </div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Detenho-me perante a solidão...</span> </div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">As palavras não morrem.</span> </div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Há um silêncio de memórias...</span> </div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Lá fora o sol brilha...</span> </div><div align="left"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Aqui encontro o refúgio das minhas palavras.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505863285642347899-5831164363541031693?l=linhas-perdidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2