tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62979575374681244242024-03-14T15:40:23.843+00:00Bocados de NozUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger436125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-85560326307844775222011-05-01T15:16:00.003+01:002011-05-01T15:35:48.162+01:00Teia<div><br /><div>Componho a teia da vida<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6E7nRD_VSUgT-RLJChT1EBgZw7NjB3GOZKxbcthZ8DNV8nrtR6Rk9n1rIVWX1M8Bde7ewEPi3oWcTAsdIn2OfbKc9NUKGGipo-7lBu4Tc9giTVnL1QDuZoAOszR5BXfkdpvA_QyeltcK/s1600/imagesCA7ZA3D1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 276px; height: 182px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601753462691477746" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6E7nRD_VSUgT-RLJChT1EBgZw7NjB3GOZKxbcthZ8DNV8nrtR6Rk9n1rIVWX1M8Bde7ewEPi3oWcTAsdIn2OfbKc9NUKGGipo-7lBu4Tc9giTVnL1QDuZoAOszR5BXfkdpvA_QyeltcK/s400/imagesCA7ZA3D1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>num cenário de papel</div><div>colorido.</div><div>E em cada rajada de vento</div><div>o cenário rasga-se,</div><div>e eu</div><div>colo-o.</div><div>De tão imperfeito,</div><div>fica O MEU</div><div>quase perfeito.</div><div>A vida é assim,</div><div>escorre-nos da alma</div><div>por dentro</div><div>e por fora,</div><div>num compasso definido.</div><div>Doce e amargo.</div><div>Repleto de tudo</div><div>no intervalo de quase nada.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-18134206121306288342010-12-03T00:42:00.005+00:002010-12-03T00:58:17.260+00:00Happy Birthday to us...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipLRMZTR4PpjiEMLZxFsDTW7KXmhLV9eabqnaB7g5wN3xwgo0v6WtXbFsrf60MIotLTCmORcdtOA0L69KvTy9C2Op67kiHzFDKFvLzeyKL8u9T8kEBO9QkBr9OUqhHl5Je6ghtYtFf0z4/s1600/44444.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546253106584999042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipLRMZTR4PpjiEMLZxFsDTW7KXmhLV9eabqnaB7g5wN3xwgo0v6WtXbFsrf60MIotLTCmORcdtOA0L69KvTy9C2Op67kiHzFDKFvLzeyKL8u9T8kEBO9QkBr9OUqhHl5Je6ghtYtFf0z4/s400/44444.bmp" /></a> <div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">"Um dia liga-me a Sofia, vamos fazer um blog, sobre o quê?, não sei, temos de ter um tema, tu pões uns desenhos e eu uns textos e tal, então mas eu também faço textos, pode ser, então combinamos amanhã, ta... fazemos um blog amanhã... E depois ela desligou e eu fiquei a pensar... hmm, vai sair uma bela coisa!!!"</span></em></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggh6flbQ8J3vbliNU8uQ4NIe0zC1YvnU-g77oUNUoatc5DeV57iLVwn4uBv04ofwLkhe5BkREsAw7KfiZQSUQy0wdPACwkOX9tQWK5uSmpxbrNymRnophwjoCuTV_jjb64Jwh2CAqg7HM/s1600/4.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546252940622505634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggh6flbQ8J3vbliNU8uQ4NIe0zC1YvnU-g77oUNUoatc5DeV57iLVwn4uBv04ofwLkhe5BkREsAw7KfiZQSUQy0wdPACwkOX9tQWK5uSmpxbrNymRnophwjoCuTV_jjb64Jwh2CAqg7HM/s400/4.bmp" /></a> Os últimos tempos têm sido mais discretos... mas continuamos por cá! E por aí? <div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-45326933278192123552010-11-19T22:44:00.004+00:002010-11-19T22:56:18.699+00:00Regresso<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><br />O aguardado Regresso de BOCADOS DE NOZ com a Maraluna na Natalis dias <strong>13, 14, 15 e 16 de Dezembro</strong> das 15h às 23 horas no Centro de Congressos (Antiga FIL).</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXxt2Nc38E8oZhYeZPZ7wzO9WMIBh58E_QFdfzIjs1RlKvx9bOBn9HG4ervemHXDB0E2COfvtkGy1vnSksnbwdGsbNP4TkpuqYIwlsdx0vKGoq6vhUMcFd89fbBf6A4BAFVzV_nVrHDYz/s1600/77122_170567316300654_100000421593145_447735_4416337_n%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541397121937111218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXxt2Nc38E8oZhYeZPZ7wzO9WMIBh58E_QFdfzIjs1RlKvx9bOBn9HG4ervemHXDB0E2COfvtkGy1vnSksnbwdGsbNP4TkpuqYIwlsdx0vKGoq6vhUMcFd89fbBf6A4BAFVzV_nVrHDYz/s400/77122_170567316300654_100000421593145_447735_4416337_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Esperamos por quem acredita que há pormenores que fazem a diferença.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-62860229288192589082010-10-02T23:03:00.000+01:002010-10-02T23:06:31.115+01:00Bocados mesmo à mão...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1P6TzK5P5CfqpS3002lAqixkFP-Dg4ZBSWqess_HZptvukG72JhGGBNK_VKKvq4wjyrNKhKvmlGTA9Iaw_74zIBIr_mj19HGLfMnwl8c7aSWe7WUK5Ysgr5VfrFM_aUc9pewNKqNCVo/s1600/18072009489.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1P6TzK5P5CfqpS3002lAqixkFP-Dg4ZBSWqess_HZptvukG72JhGGBNK_VKKvq4wjyrNKhKvmlGTA9Iaw_74zIBIr_mj19HGLfMnwl8c7aSWe7WUK5Ysgr5VfrFM_aUc9pewNKqNCVo/s400/18072009489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523573399830537730" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-68960629346761487482010-10-02T22:51:00.001+01:002010-10-02T23:03:09.574+01:00Bocados para levar a peito :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYdAsL0VbWAmlIi9qaeGZgKD7VcZreTFVgGRIoXgLUaRC-KKil1RkNVwUPpWR7gboAtfGfD2xA2DL4w-6Z03KS6zZLyo8_pSO9YEkb5bCzJhMOs3d6MQivu9Fim3Qby6sVC78VYVTNGs/s1600/DSCN0015.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYdAsL0VbWAmlIi9qaeGZgKD7VcZreTFVgGRIoXgLUaRC-KKil1RkNVwUPpWR7gboAtfGfD2xA2DL4w-6Z03KS6zZLyo8_pSO9YEkb5bCzJhMOs3d6MQivu9Fim3Qby6sVC78VYVTNGs/s400/DSCN0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523572377855856194" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-84200860514280238762010-10-02T22:31:00.003+01:002010-10-02T22:50:30.950+01:00Passo a passo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLhJCj_uiC4/TKelLVC9XsI/AAAAAAAABmk/rvB74C4hQHA/s1600/FEIRAS.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLhJCj_uiC4/TKelLVC9XsI/AAAAAAAABmk/rvB74C4hQHA/s400/FEIRAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523565082039901890" border="0" /></a><br />A caminho do quarto ano de vida... o Bocados ainda respira. Esteve a dormir uma soneca mas já se anda a espreguiçar :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-87979548190474971862010-09-10T23:16:00.003+01:002010-09-10T23:19:11.917+01:00Adeus ao "Obrigado"A gratidão não pode de facto extinguir-se com uma obrigação, com o dever de....<br />Em vez de<strong> Obrigado</strong> abraço agora um <strong>AGRADEÇO</strong>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-10038311766316237022010-04-15T16:49:00.000+01:002010-04-15T16:50:52.702+01:00"She's Only Happy In The Sun"I know you may not want to see me<br />On your way down from the clouds<br />Would you hear me if I told you<br />That my heart is with you now<br /><br />She's only happy in the sun<br />She's only happy in the sun<br /><br />Did you find what you were after?<br />The pain and the laughter brought you to your knees<br />But if the sun sets you free, sets you free<br />You'll be free indeed, Indeed<br /><br />She's only happy in the sun<br />She's only happy in the sun<br /><br />Every time I hear you laughing, I hear you laughing<br />It makes me cry<br />Like the story of life, of your life<br />Is hello, goodbye<br /><br />Shes only happy in the sun<br />Shes only happy in the sun <br /><br /><br /><em>Ben Harper</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-54889585417342070972010-02-14T18:23:00.001+00:002010-02-24T22:30:12.021+00:00Reportagem na sic sobre caligrafia chinesa...http://sic.sapo.pt/online/video/informacao/NoticiasVida/2010/2/museu-do-oriente-ensina-caligrafia-chinesa-durante-este-mes13-02-2010-14352.htm<br /><br /><br /><br />http://videos.sapo.pt/gYiSna3yLplZJEtt1DqcUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-37197224522874373702010-02-09T19:05:00.002+00:002010-02-09T19:12:08.610+00:00Caligrafia CHINESADurante o mês de Fevereiro, aos sábados de manhã lanço-me na companhia da Maria, num workshop de caligrafia chinesa, no Museu do Oriente. Um verdadeiro retiro, com mergulho directo na cultura chinesa e o papel que a caligrafia assume. A evolução dos caracteres chineses aos longo dos tempos, a disciplina e treino necessários para os realizar... Pura arte, puro desafio.<br />Cá estarei daqui a uns dias para contar como foi.<br />Até lá.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYofmBC2qiAz9ZIKTQMHEAv9kltiiB5m50iFJUZ5GwjxGv5_GUKUnJynGOaPbLKaGb-CW6ozxoU5lABQt8C3iOBvLdV33N2TkRj75fN8ySH47fbQCcgE8m4uQGpFBG5oLggKE8yyNH573/s1600-h/pt-nomes-caligrafia-32034-33778-23045.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 60px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYofmBC2qiAz9ZIKTQMHEAv9kltiiB5m50iFJUZ5GwjxGv5_GUKUnJynGOaPbLKaGb-CW6ozxoU5lABQt8C3iOBvLdV33N2TkRj75fN8ySH47fbQCcgE8m4uQGpFBG5oLggKE8yyNH573/s400/pt-nomes-caligrafia-32034-33778-23045.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436323436589759026" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-78713207350915453942010-01-30T01:13:00.003+00:002010-01-30T01:35:07.165+00:00Joy Division<strong><br />Cá estou a partilhar esta letra após ter sido "gritada" cá em casa numa sessão de sing star e após ver o<em> animador</em> filme "Control" e ainda enquadrada em vivências da vizinhança, que não sendo as minhas são reais...</strong><br /><br />"When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low <br />And resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow <br />And we're changing our ways, taking different roads <br />Then love, love will tear us apart again -- <br /><br />Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side <br />Is my timing that flawed - our respect run so dry? <br />Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives <br />Love, love will tear us apart again -- <br /><br />You cry out in your sleep - all my failings expose <br />There's a taste in my mouth, as desperation takes hold <br />Just that something so good just can't function no more <br />When love, love will tear us apart again" --Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-36096129018615938152010-01-10T12:37:00.001+00:002010-01-10T12:37:50.211+00:00Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/CwEeGeLn1E4' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/CwEeGeLn1E4'/></object></p><p>Velhinha (1995), sem rugas, apenas assim....</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-65970225699272709912009-12-29T23:02:00.001+00:002009-12-29T23:02:48.729+00:00Adagio in G minor by Albinoni<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/mz4dpbk8YBs' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mz4dpbk8YBs'/></object></p><p>Brinde-se aos dias de chuva em que se tem que trabalhar...</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-87574677626600537772009-12-25T22:01:00.003+00:002009-12-25T22:04:18.645+00:00Boas Festas<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Boas Festas!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Cheias da doçura dos que mais gostam, de esperança renovada e de Luz, que aqueça os corações nesta época e que se prolongue por todo o ano.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-50342443032203413782009-12-18T22:22:00.000+00:002009-12-18T22:56:00.347+00:00Caim<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7ZbbB5aYsp9zDFndYom9d3jisscpYRxk94wMV39pB-1KtXFiKHxVM3sUVsSdOVa456qXJmoVKwSwIToYjYq9rBj2SlwX-SqdW13rF3T71vWB92AO9CC7fA36d0EeNh9kQJHplj0-fIqT/s1600-h/images%5B10%5D%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 96px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416712788433236930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7ZbbB5aYsp9zDFndYom9d3jisscpYRxk94wMV39pB-1KtXFiKHxVM3sUVsSdOVa456qXJmoVKwSwIToYjYq9rBj2SlwX-SqdW13rF3T71vWB92AO9CC7fA36d0EeNh9kQJHplj0-fIqT/s400/images%5B10%5D%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Acabei a leitura de Caim entre algumas gargalhadas e a admiração por o final não ser na verdade um final. Encarei-o mais como um diálogo suspenso, mas contínuo, na medida em que se subentende uma eterna argumentação entre caim e o dito deus. Como se todos nós precisassemos continuamente de um deus para nos marcar os limites, ou então, libertar as margens de argumentação até ao limite do razoável que é, a ausência de limite.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-40701949551945683232009-12-10T10:04:00.001+00:002009-12-10T10:04:13.711+00:00The Temper Trap - Sweet Disposition [JMFHQ109]<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/m3b9E1p9uOA' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/m3b9E1p9uOA'/></object></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-64041251271969685222009-12-09T22:51:00.000+00:002009-12-09T22:52:35.521+00:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">3 de Dezembro de 2006</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Parece que foi Ontem....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Parabéns a Noz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-70307287392400660512009-11-16T14:24:00.003+00:002009-11-16T14:41:30.953+00:00<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieXxRJCXCTxycR4MI5UBbyry8rswX6gq5SUpyy2RtSDDYfkixPRrEd0fjBgcjnV71-H2Zn8OjI93pxRRwHQ2LG5MZ8fcQgq0vKst1J24Pq-pSf-uvl4jW-4z0KEXQKrwmOq9UR3Hp58qY/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 74px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404711381271016050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieXxRJCXCTxycR4MI5UBbyry8rswX6gq5SUpyy2RtSDDYfkixPRrEd0fjBgcjnV71-H2Zn8OjI93pxRRwHQ2LG5MZ8fcQgq0vKst1J24Pq-pSf-uvl4jW-4z0KEXQKrwmOq9UR3Hp58qY/s400/images.jpg" /></a> Desculpem a longa ausência... mas entre gripe, namorado acidentado, simulações bancárias e carro sinistrado, não tem sobrado muito tempo para divagações escritas ou artísticas. Este post serve apenas pra dizer que ainda ando por cá... :)<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Não está a ser um post fácil de escrever do ponto de vista operacional, pois tenho ao colo o computador e a Eva Luna... com o pescoço apoiado no meu antebraço, enroscada a receber calor humano e da máquina. Vou ter saudades desta pequenita! </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyBrv7skSOY6ZtdJB6fS0VVTafOOKgTznsluLhCCcbJxAEMmu6HoYAnpQlAkmKu6yf-FDBSdkze1snyzKl0Q0KsyD6iR4o2j7PR-k6zeYQ-voOP3IYja77PPua3tiyuJD0mXgjHQfKCc/s1600/images2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404711553920330706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyBrv7skSOY6ZtdJB6fS0VVTafOOKgTznsluLhCCcbJxAEMmu6HoYAnpQlAkmKu6yf-FDBSdkze1snyzKl0Q0KsyD6iR4o2j7PR-k6zeYQ-voOP3IYja77PPua3tiyuJD0mXgjHQfKCc/s400/images2.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Se tudo correr bem e espero que sim pois este fim de ano já teve a sua dose de contratempos, estou em vias de mudar de casa... irei fazendo updates sobre o assunto... para já vou ali até ao atelier/biblioteca e começar a empacotar alguns livros... esperam-me algumas horas de trabalho.Até breve!</div><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-19876930225255268592009-11-11T00:44:00.003+00:002009-11-11T00:54:54.899+00:00Felicidade<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nos mesmos acordes da música "We can do anything" vi hoje <em>"The pursuit of happiness"</em> com Will Smith. A semelhança é a felicidade, que tem o sabor simples do vento a bater na cara quando andamos de bicicleta. O valor deste sabor existe, porque se viveu em algum momento a angústia de não haver vento. A angústia de querer e não ter. O filme grita o acreditar até ao limite do quase desacreditar. O "Seven pounds" deixou-me sem palavras, quase sem respirar, este, devolve-me o oxigénio sob a forma de esperança.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-54131654972840481672009-11-03T21:01:00.001+00:002009-11-03T21:01:52.903+00:00We Can Do Anything<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/bseBxapTQ7Q' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/bseBxapTQ7Q'/></object></p><p>Sem palavras por hoje.</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-46437544136404657342009-11-01T23:51:00.003+00:002009-11-02T00:05:38.297+00:00Jesusalém<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcp_W06RIRanfKJf8lmaT1C3eltXg7MuDJremtFK5we222WA8reDMROrX3nc_FI_PffSv9m39fJnT7Tz7VT94ksmAu_kEtVH7yw6cwguIvc6nMCrRTbX6wzzNGPZ1zdxXScjAFz2Fda5to/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 83px; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399288896731792130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcp_W06RIRanfKJf8lmaT1C3eltXg7MuDJremtFK5we222WA8reDMROrX3nc_FI_PffSv9m39fJnT7Tz7VT94ksmAu_kEtVH7yw6cwguIvc6nMCrRTbX6wzzNGPZ1zdxXScjAFz2Fda5to/s400/images%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Por Fim.</strong> </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Senti um reencantar constante, soluçante. Uma lição de amor sem medida. Onde a culpa gera a coragem de começar uma vida, na esperança alucinante de que as memórias se afoguem. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ficam frases como:</span></div><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"A vida só sucede quando deixamos de a entender."</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"A vida não foi feita para ser pouca e breve. E o mundo não foi feito para ter medida."</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-32045718267901285842009-10-31T01:14:00.003+00:002009-10-31T01:19:14.747+00:00Cegueira<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">"Se podes olhar, vê. Se podes ver, repara".</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"><em>A propósito do ensaio sobre a cegueira...</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-3924782289085108022009-10-29T22:51:00.001+00:002009-10-29T22:51:55.775+00:00Kings of Convenience - I Don't Know What I Can Save You From<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/7q0TUQRt3iw' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7q0TUQRt3iw'/></object></p><p>Porque há dias que sabem a deserto...</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-63704373704725178352009-10-25T00:42:00.002+01:002009-10-25T00:54:18.551+01:00Vai-se Andando<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Hoje foi o ensaio geral da peça "Vai-se Andando".</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>O amigo Bruno para variar, como amigo que é, lá conseguiu os bilhetes após uma boa rega com espumante de frutos do bosque...</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Entre muitos risos, ficam, para todo o sempre as frases:</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>"understands - também temos!"</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Cominhos power</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Caril power</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Retrato fiel de Portugal, de todos os portugueses, com o galo de Barcelos a fazer de árbitro.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Um concerto a solo, ao mais alto nível, como nos vai habituando o José Pedro Gomes. A António Feio resta espelhar o orgulho de quem encena, de quem vence por hoje pelo maior número de portugueses a rir no mesmo espaço, apesar de eventualmente até poder estar a chover lá fora.</strong></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297957537468124424.post-9401150724382913052009-10-20T21:18:00.001+01:002009-10-20T21:18:41.721+01:00Dreams In Colour - David Fonseca<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/mxUn4Bhl2eg' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mxUn4Bhl2eg'/></object></p><p>Quando o sono custa a vir, e por fim vem, que ao menos os sonhos sejam a cores.</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0