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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hoje amanheceu Natal!</span><br />
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Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360942912760183701.post-44645675105635912582012-05-11T22:02:00.000+00:002012-05-11T22:02:24.645+00:00O homem que procurava o silêncio<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIED7xt2l22VtN8O3-VPp2oE2PTk-Zrww7INnRSA-PIdkawXI-xH7iF4GOa_uVBcgfc2tj3GmULxbKdTSUbJo87SwDTQHdZkuotzNzlI-DrWKb_oSjuW7iCw7qXvlmSLXinL5MOvStKxE/s1600/Bernardo+Sassetti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIED7xt2l22VtN8O3-VPp2oE2PTk-Zrww7INnRSA-PIdkawXI-xH7iF4GOa_uVBcgfc2tj3GmULxbKdTSUbJo87SwDTQHdZkuotzNzlI-DrWKb_oSjuW7iCw7qXvlmSLXinL5MOvStKxE/s1600/Bernardo+Sassetti.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div>Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360942912760183701.post-22243477153380809672011-03-27T23:09:00.000+00:002011-03-27T23:09:41.482+00:00Verde que te quero ver...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hoje saí à procura do azul.<br />
Voltei com os olhos carregados de verde.<br />
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</div>Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360942912760183701.post-27198921718522080292011-03-22T23:28:00.002-01:002011-03-22T23:49:56.174-01:00Sinais de um Deus Maior<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Há pessoas que são sinais de um Deus Maior!<br />
Há pessoas que têm a capacidade de trazer luz aos dias cinzentos!<br />
Um telefonema apenas!<br />
Um telefonema inesperado de uma amiga que não se vê há anos sem fim e de quem quase se perdeu o contacto, pode tornar o nosso dia verdadeiramente especial e ajudar a recentrar a vida no seu eixo de assimetrias.<br />
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Um abraço Ana Paula. Para ti e para os filhos da tua vida!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">"Tu já tinhas um nome, e eu não sei</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">se eras fonte ou brisa ou mar ou flor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Nos meus versos chamar-te-ei amor."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Eugénio de Andrade, <i>IX Madrigal</i></span></div></div>Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360942912760183701.post-24448302801307723142011-01-22T16:01:00.001-01:002011-01-23T09:40:04.632-01:00Ninho do Sol<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">O sol aninha-se no teu regaço<br />
entardecendo lentamente num dia de inverno.<br />
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</div>Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360942912760183701.post-76503066020739920832011-01-12T21:13:00.001-01:002011-01-13T18:23:07.044-01:00Encontro ou desencontro...Enquanto passa o tempo do tempo de espera<br />
é o tempo me que leva nas páginas percorridas de uma história.<br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Vou seguindo o sentido das palavras imortais que vivem e viverão para sempre. Sussurros indomáveis à espera de serem ouvidas, inabaláveis e presentes em toda a parte. Em cada esquina, em cada canto, à deriva com o vento, atingindo cada pessoa de forma diferente. Com elas, descobrimos novos horizontes, abrimos novas portas entre o céu e o mar, procurando e explorando aquilo que está para além dos sentidos.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Porque as palavras são mais do que os sentidos, são um mundo de tinta inextinguível.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Porque as palavras são para sempre.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Deixo-vos as palavras de Eugénio de Andrade.</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"São como um cristal,</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">as palavras.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Algumas, um punhal,</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">um incêndio.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Outras,</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">orvalho apenas.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Secretas vêm, cheias de memória.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Inseguras navegam:</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">barcos ou beijos,</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">as águas estremecem.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Desamparadas, inocentes,</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">leves.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Tecidas de luz</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">e são a noite.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">E mesmo pálidas</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">verdes paraísos lembram ainda.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Quem as escuta?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Quem as recolhe, assim,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">cruéis, desfeitas,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">nas suas conchas puras?"</span></span><br />
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Se fores... vai mais longe!<br />
Se fizeres...faz a diferença!<br />
Se rires... ri até às lágrimas!<br />
Se sonhares... sonha mais alto!<br />
Se arriscares... arrisca tudo!<br />
Se pensares... pensa por ti!<br />
Se saíres... sai da rotina!<br />
Se mudares... muda tudo!<br />
Se contares... CONTA COMIGO!Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360942912760183701.post-34012144982868540722010-12-04T20:42:00.003-01:002010-12-05T01:15:44.368-01:00Se não tens voz, grita!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh71Z7Mfj0U2KVwNdqiPcLcVo-tVMff96hNk_p0g0M7TEwAqm78r78391GtLi7o1cuhyNaWEqsIK1E8kePTMmF0O3KOgaFB387SOsOJmrZwe1l44XszGjOaCJwkAT9vMwMl5MwXywjTFqA/s1600/algarve4+356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh71Z7Mfj0U2KVwNdqiPcLcVo-tVMff96hNk_p0g0M7TEwAqm78r78391GtLi7o1cuhyNaWEqsIK1E8kePTMmF0O3KOgaFB387SOsOJmrZwe1l44XszGjOaCJwkAT9vMwMl5MwXywjTFqA/s400/algarve4+356.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360942912760183701.post-79043112493040139352010-11-15T22:11:00.001-01:002010-11-15T22:11:19.222-01:00No meu trilho de águasDifícil não é seguir o caminho de forma determinada,<br />
difícil é segui-lo sem nos afastarmos nunca do percurso que sonhámos! <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Pablo Neruda, <i>in </i>Vinte Poemas de Amor e Uma Canção Desesperada</span><br />
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Leva-me na tua sombra<br />
e ilumina o meu caminho!<br />
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e deixar passar um pouco da luz que faz o nosso caminho!<br />
Há sempre uma passagem<br />
Há sempre um caminho de entrada e de saída!<br />
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A capacidade de sonhar! <br />
Todos os dias me confronto com o facto de que essa capacidade se resume a pouco mais do que a capacidade de transformar o pequeno metro quadrado que está à nossa volta.<br />
Mas todos os dias renovo a certeza de que se cada um for responsável por mudar o <i>seu </i>metro quadrado... podemos transformar o mundo!Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360942912760183701.post-11207572519506403692010-09-13T00:50:00.004+00:002010-11-15T22:41:29.674-01:00Há pessoas<br />
que transformam o SOL numa simples mancha amarela,<br />
mas há aquelas que fazem de uma simples mancha amarela<br />
o próprio SOL.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Pablo Picasso</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;">Pedro Homem de Mello, <i>Verdade</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Sentir em nós</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Uma razão</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Para não ficarmos sós</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">E nesse abraço forte</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Sentir o mar,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Na nossa voz,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Chorar como quem sonha</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Sempre navegar...</span></div>Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360942912760183701.post-23362825735211100452010-06-06T23:25:00.004+00:002010-09-13T10:38:54.646+00:00<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwfbTVzN-fc&hl=pt_PT&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwfbTVzN-fc&hl=pt_PT&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360942912760183701.post-21786483278817871122010-05-23T20:39:00.013+00:002010-11-15T22:44:12.931-01:00Caminho para lugar nenhum<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbAGozJAhdYgwZRFuKqXms8aRFyW0X0694sIc_FrFO70sPCK9fWweKQWiaiMpzS42PLv6BwIOYbRG2kdllP_3ZD-TgklqamoRgIuviRGg54Gzm52zEecl8VoUh_srjfhpYYoNOwbQbE_4/s1600/DSC_0126-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbAGozJAhdYgwZRFuKqXms8aRFyW0X0694sIc_FrFO70sPCK9fWweKQWiaiMpzS42PLv6BwIOYbRG2kdllP_3ZD-TgklqamoRgIuviRGg54Gzm52zEecl8VoUh_srjfhpYYoNOwbQbE_4/s400/DSC_0126-1.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrHAsnH0ZzGT4isEFXd1Qv_z5-Zzp7O1hJqSdoFQZmqpg1B0s62xCgHJ7tnkwYFBqDIgxsYyQZ7Arty-4jerbmAc8gMAGg1cfKLjmUDFBUYRFpYBGuEd36CEeBrzwbiQ15JGknxwzhNI/s1600/DSC_0073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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e chegamos a lugar nenhum.Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360942912760183701.post-30650435625789005242010-05-22T00:23:00.013+00:002011-01-05T09:15:15.324-01:00Ilheu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Que manto este que nos faz ilhéus...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">que nos impede de alcançar o céu.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzvcZE7AFJRG9mbgVXYeh6SLhUWq314lj82eBEIYV8HKbyuIKjeOGuRUHOTsXouNIzfvRy-8ZTK37KZVQY7o1f_HK6z9GBUuJPxuQewZklbJD3Hh-b_azLOoCfgF1L_zYmMESbhL3-iE8/s1600/Ilha+do+Pico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzvcZE7AFJRG9mbgVXYeh6SLhUWq314lj82eBEIYV8HKbyuIKjeOGuRUHOTsXouNIzfvRy-8ZTK37KZVQY7o1f_HK6z9GBUuJPxuQewZklbJD3Hh-b_azLOoCfgF1L_zYmMESbhL3-iE8/s400/Ilha+do+Pico.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">ilha do Pico, Açores, Portugal</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Fotografia de <b>Rui Silva</b></span><br />
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</div>Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360942912760183701.post-45763561684541375822010-05-16T10:29:00.001+00:002010-05-16T10:31:10.589+00:00Falando do sonho<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIeBcLR4zQylr3jGjB-oigU2GS-CAFYmoflZ66xf1zOfYe0ScyhXb6YqXHGX-iHwJJHMInNQKxJ5nI6m7xeJESKzXk5x0rdyCTRVTOrJeuOAOxb1HSKFuvRp_QegLKalkaC1PVkEHPJg/s1600/Florela+Espanca_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIeBcLR4zQylr3jGjB-oigU2GS-CAFYmoflZ66xf1zOfYe0ScyhXb6YqXHGX-iHwJJHMInNQKxJ5nI6m7xeJESKzXk5x0rdyCTRVTOrJeuOAOxb1HSKFuvRp_QegLKalkaC1PVkEHPJg/s320/Florela+Espanca_6.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsTitulo">Vaidade</span></b></span><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"> </span><br />
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<span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema">Sonho que sou a Poetisa eleita, <br />
Aquela que diz tudo e tudo sabe, <br />
Que tem a inspiração pura e perfeita, <br />
Que reúne num verso a imensidade! <br />
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Sonho que um verso meu tem claridade <br />
Para encher o mundo! E que deleita <br />
Mesmo aqueles que morrem de saudade! <br />
Mesmo os de alma profunda e insatisfeita! <br />
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Sonho que sou Alguém cá neste mundo... <br />
Aquela de saber vasto e profundo, <br />
Aos pés de quem a Terra anda curvada! <br />
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E quando mais no céu eu vou sonhando, <br />
E quando mais no alto ando voando, <br />
Acordo do meu sonho... E não sou nada!..</span><br />
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<span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Florbela Espanca</span></span>Emíliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738305700646226458noreply@blogger.com27