tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85341129174908739172024-03-14T03:16:35.052-07:00... de passagem...chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-91398596709390041602011-10-24T08:35:00.000-07:002011-10-24T08:46:40.511-07:00DEZ PRINCIPIOS PARA UM MUNDO MELHOR1<span style="font-size:130%;">º Uma gota faz subir o mar<br /><br />2º Sobrevivência de todos ou de nenhum<br /><br />3º As armas são inimigas dos seus próprios donos<br /><br />4º Dá mais, tira menos<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">5º Os outros em primeiro, o próprio em último<br /><br />6º Observa, escuta e aprende<br /><br />7º Faz uma coisa de cada vez<br /><br />8º Canta todos os dias<br /><br />9º Exercita a imaginação<br /><br />10º Come para viver, não vivas para comer<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>in Dinotopiachakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-41180131200212835182011-09-15T08:32:00.000-07:002011-09-15T08:37:29.930-07:00PALAVRAS (RE)USADAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZ_T84lIUwF_W0GbmWYG3BqwHZspb9JmwvM25NsENPAyWHSfCZRRyxUrMUjDa5cf06CqUCH4BtVpYkMDf0CMFO-l2i72wcZAsBHKL1nf0rXOBxwoe1WjSf80s8wHydtdfqfPZYtydWEH_/s1600/SAM_0441.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZ_T84lIUwF_W0GbmWYG3BqwHZspb9JmwvM25NsENPAyWHSfCZRRyxUrMUjDa5cf06CqUCH4BtVpYkMDf0CMFO-l2i72wcZAsBHKL1nf0rXOBxwoe1WjSf80s8wHydtdfqfPZYtydWEH_/s400/SAM_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652610850696434978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-63335246096772313862011-08-21T04:49:00.001-07:002011-08-21T05:04:18.153-07:00LEMBRADO AMÁLIA (que, passando, ficou...)<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-oyJKSSChCQOif3Q8eqNbyG6eAptKN6dsRNyBCCBzhxAj2vMlTeIvwJ6Kj9YNFNdg7u_OlxPrbyVKekl_YJHJHkoTUziF4q0Cg8r2OCbSqWFO1bYZtSuGfCzik-z-j1MvBhtkE5vEQaK/s1600/imagesamalia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-oyJKSSChCQOif3Q8eqNbyG6eAptKN6dsRNyBCCBzhxAj2vMlTeIvwJ6Kj9YNFNdg7u_OlxPrbyVKekl_YJHJHkoTUziF4q0Cg8r2OCbSqWFO1bYZtSuGfCzik-z-j1MvBhtkE5vEQaK/s400/imagesamalia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643275570833960450" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">De ti não sei senão a voz,
<br />o olhar que persiste e vem de longe
<br />e as flores bordando, aos molhos, o teu dia.
<br />E sei, talvez, que Amar é este jeito
<br />de no fado sentir... viver... morrer...
<br />E tu foste a cantiga que o dizia.
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<br /></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-76311240867626004702011-07-18T15:35:00.000-07:002011-07-18T15:43:06.712-07:00POESIA NA RUA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhynexcvu_QmUYR3Yj6nLqCRHNnvyXfkvSAplzTn8bYZsZ6eG04BnfF_bGD6aeFk0G-Kj97Iunz8DTHJLi_2C6CUXdvqUCu1vU454RDT8aEdy42phi6mVQF3sSxxSo_yPsk8CXunZKS0EGg/s1600/SAM_0974.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhynexcvu_QmUYR3Yj6nLqCRHNnvyXfkvSAplzTn8bYZsZ6eG04BnfF_bGD6aeFk0G-Kj97Iunz8DTHJLi_2C6CUXdvqUCu1vU454RDT8aEdy42phi6mVQF3sSxxSo_yPsk8CXunZKS0EGg/s400/SAM_0974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630825739209684370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WKGaI-h1r1VnhmGyX3A0Vm9lA6ALdlsd9djuGnQeKU9VENqVxF3zWTZ62Cb0tyGerMnwzroBFChB9UzyS0TTw4g6N1EVI_DzQKc-jq-Tl8miIDsaAB6L_Gx-WLVzE5DCS7XB6LXNW1yE/s1600/SAM_0979.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WKGaI-h1r1VnhmGyX3A0Vm9lA6ALdlsd9djuGnQeKU9VENqVxF3zWTZ62Cb0tyGerMnwzroBFChB9UzyS0TTw4g6N1EVI_DzQKc-jq-Tl8miIDsaAB6L_Gx-WLVzE5DCS7XB6LXNW1yE/s400/SAM_0979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630825746401943362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />CACELA<br /><br />Poucas casas.<br />Brancas.<br />Uma fita de areia.<br />Mar e céu<br />( tanto... tanto... ).<br />E os olhos deslumbrados<br />na imensa beleza<br />de a saber única.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-17865910341994165292011-07-05T03:41:00.000-07:002011-07-05T03:50:53.150-07:00DE PASSAGEM... pelo fim que é princípio...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitOgLussCbnV7iZ0tgDqoC_ELSDUvingrxIfXVXj1KDYnUOVf3qyVc_R4kZv42M9oLTG7TP2kiPKuyqYcI8HYLwYGs63i8qNfQKLQNQnSeqxz_MBPmNk9nWEPIm1IzvNru53WR6HPILyJt/s1600/SAM_0915.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitOgLussCbnV7iZ0tgDqoC_ELSDUvingrxIfXVXj1KDYnUOVf3qyVc_R4kZv42M9oLTG7TP2kiPKuyqYcI8HYLwYGs63i8qNfQKLQNQnSeqxz_MBPmNk9nWEPIm1IzvNru53WR6HPILyJt/s400/SAM_0915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625818306754724898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Embarcar, embarcar sempre, acreditando cada vez menos nos portos de chegada"<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Agostinho da Silva<br /></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-10573515007026685232011-06-03T05:28:00.000-07:002011-06-03T05:40:36.565-07:00LIBERTAÇÃO<div style="text-align: justify;">"Regressemos ao ócio consciente e libertador... enquanto os outros regressam ao trabalho... para comprarem o ócio alienante e escravizador... O tempo para se distraírem e descansarem o mínimo indispensável para voltarem à cadeia da vida, da existência, da mente iludida e da produção... O virem ao pátio da prisão apanhar um pouco de ar antes de voltarem aos trabalhos forçados e às celas dos empregos, dos lares e das mentes que nunca param... Na verdade o tempo para se darem a ilusão de que alguma vez de lá saíram!... É a isso que chamam tempos livres, fins de semana, férias... "<br /></div><br /><br /> in Línguas de Fogo, de Paulo Borgeschakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-56628730924708785712011-05-18T04:38:00.000-07:002011-05-18T04:45:32.467-07:00ERA TÃO BOM!...<div style="text-align: justify;">"... imaginação, em vez do saber, ... jogo, em vez do trabalho, ... totalidade, em vez da separação"<br /><br />"... num Paraíso, todo o governo que não for amar será absurdo, toda a economia que não for colher será absurda, toda a teologia que não for contemplar será absurda"<br /><br /> <br /> in Línguas de Fogo de Paulo Borges<br /></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-80436742970772849822011-04-28T07:21:00.000-07:002011-04-28T08:04:46.388-07:00Pequeno excerto do romance do DESPERTAR<div style="text-align: justify;">"... E sobretudo porque a verdade e a liberdade não interessam à grande maioria dos homens (...) Com a verdade e a liberdade nada se tem ou é... (...) Mas ninguém aceita ser assim tão pobre: não haver menos que o infinito!... (...) E por isso todos mendigam o que imaginam faltar-lhes... Objectos, coisas, seres, relações, situações, estatutos, qualidades, experiências... Dinheiro, carros, casas, casamentos e divórcios, carreiras, poder, visibilidade e fama, reinos, paraísos, divindades e a salvação, a iluminação! Todos mendigam muito menos do que infinitamente possuem!... (...) Todos vivem e agem por e para alguma coisa... todos têm motivos e planos, objectivos e finalidades... e logo medo e expectativa... insegurança e insatisfação... todos dirigem o infinito, o eterno e a totalidade que são para o que é limitado, efémero e parcial... e assim não podem senão errar de frustração em frustração... dando voltas e mais voltas sobre a sua própria ignorância, de pensamento para pensamento, de emoção para emoção, de existência para existência, de vida para vida, de nascimento para nascimento, de morte para morte... De onda para onda, de brisa para brisa, quando são o inteiro oceano, o infinito espaço... (...) Voltados para o passado, o presente ou o futuro, perdem-se a cada instante perdendo o instante!..."<br /><br /><br /> in Línguas de Fogo, Paixão, Morte e Iluminação de Agostnho da Silva, de Paulo Borges<br /></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-32534281296790908112011-04-23T09:04:00.000-07:002011-04-23T09:13:27.915-07:00UM POEMA DE HAN-SHANGosto do caminho da vida simples<br />Por entre artemísias na bruma e grutas pedregosas<br /><br />O meu sentir selvagem distende-se e acalma<br />Há muito companheiro das brancas nuvens ocioso<br /><br />Não desejo o caminho do mundo<br />Sua paixão não me atrai<br /><br />À noite sento-me sozinho num leito de pedras<br />A lua redonda sobe a Montanha Friachakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-83890920095800436502011-04-11T07:07:00.000-07:002011-04-11T07:14:16.760-07:00DIA DE PRAIAMeu amor<br />trouxe-te um beijo<br />do sal<br />que provei no mar<br />e um cheiro<br />de azul e ondas<br />neste frasquinho de espuma.<br />Trouxe também uma concha<br />que a lua deixou na praia<br />e uma rede,<br />de algas feita,<br />onde prendi a frescura.<br />Trouxe o vento.<br />Trouxe a bruma,<br />a maresia e o longe.<br />E trouxe ainda este búzio<br />para contar-te<br />o segredo<br />da ilha em que me esqueci.<br /><br />Meu amor<br />leva-me um beijo<br />quando me fores encontrar...chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-36817543686867914272011-03-20T09:06:00.000-07:002011-03-20T09:09:51.237-07:00A GRANDE LUA DO SUL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6kySIhej0qpUjo9TRfauLZ9wp8JO6ZWzBo_cEob3oxbyykbQI441VX5n_VO6fFcjNy3dItjIIAtaeFSfsXw9MMRknkPX137f2p3jCJUJ95s0Yg4nukB-6jwLcr9EYeZkOJqkZgDk4stNs/s1600/SAM_0766.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/AVvXsEi6kySIhej0qpUjo9TRfauLZ9wp8JO6ZWzBo_cEob3oxbyykbQI441VX5n_VO6fFcjNy3dItjIIAtaeFSfsXw9MMRknkPX137f2p3jCJUJ95s0Yg4nukB-6jwLcr9EYeZkOJqkZgDk4stNs/s400/SAM_0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586194687454546290" border="0" /></a>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-89268517152801142982011-03-01T05:46:00.000-08:002011-03-01T05:50:53.782-08:00PALAVRAS (RE)USADAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9SRavGXbaOl3NQbh_pB0eXewJVXRQycmBRry7G4kuyDSOUJ17JKZeHQJENkK05I9VRa1MR4k-gFScCD2ZH3KQidIsuublOmmZZJIOd5x4-4KtpPl86ymf29MhXZ7JbLVfw2qBevbRj638/s1600/SAM_0440.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/AVvXsEh9SRavGXbaOl3NQbh_pB0eXewJVXRQycmBRry7G4kuyDSOUJ17JKZeHQJENkK05I9VRa1MR4k-gFScCD2ZH3KQidIsuublOmmZZJIOd5x4-4KtpPl86ymf29MhXZ7JbLVfw2qBevbRj638/s400/SAM_0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579108402583292850" border="0" /></a>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-56099562368172167722011-02-13T06:23:00.000-08:002011-02-13T06:33:07.347-08:00A ILHA DE ONTEM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbjjb0mvY3eIxO_WB8BN8u81z5wMfXOywA9oXu9ZDwT1ITKE09YZRCGDMPJk454mb14cVGWo3G4C3ReJVNjgWZnig-ocxFlBAd_KguUVzkgWEZKJzoDUQNkIba6HT6JoG6t7a2P7KoFme/s1600/SAM_0689.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/AVvXsEilbjjb0mvY3eIxO_WB8BN8u81z5wMfXOywA9oXu9ZDwT1ITKE09YZRCGDMPJk454mb14cVGWo3G4C3ReJVNjgWZnig-ocxFlBAd_KguUVzkgWEZKJzoDUQNkIba6HT6JoG6t7a2P7KoFme/s400/SAM_0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573182021120350530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi127g05lDWrxkK_9JU2bpT-Kq1Jpuf0ktmZ3WlhlU9y8Gi4hKDGYw0Vmt-T9ve90C8xzm7JUFWgVwBhuKcy6p9ZgFCwmI1hcX5W_sImcJmWKOlDFiSof3-MRk7geT3ml1dCAsC8_Zk2HiC/s1600/SAM_0690.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/AVvXsEi127g05lDWrxkK_9JU2bpT-Kq1Jpuf0ktmZ3WlhlU9y8Gi4hKDGYw0Vmt-T9ve90C8xzm7JUFWgVwBhuKcy6p9ZgFCwmI1hcX5W_sImcJmWKOlDFiSof3-MRk7geT3ml1dCAsC8_Zk2HiC/s400/SAM_0690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573180624752484546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Houve uma ilha<br />ontem.<br />De sal<br />transparência<br />e luz.<br />De pios de aves.<br />Uma ilha onde fiquei<br />qual Penélope<br />bordando e tecendo,<br />com conchas e espuma,<br />o véu do Silêncio.<br />E do Tempo...<br />... e do Tempo...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-56740899376853271592011-01-04T13:17:00.001-08:002011-01-04T13:25:43.049-08:00PAISAGEM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJWDmnttTRag1ec5X0BbPVsK1Db4Jstt_c9RtkngypGJsGadRkny-RmM6mIt0PGKbzqLqoOy1qbSyc3Z449zIwHkI_WerdCD945BNHU2xU6nRB_K8SISIlUDCL2jpIPcMMnAM2shjQxMS/s1600/SAM_0633.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/AVvXsEjlJWDmnttTRag1ec5X0BbPVsK1Db4Jstt_c9RtkngypGJsGadRkny-RmM6mIt0PGKbzqLqoOy1qbSyc3Z449zIwHkI_WerdCD945BNHU2xU6nRB_K8SISIlUDCL2jpIPcMMnAM2shjQxMS/s400/SAM_0633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558444966706361602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />A vista<br />da minha janela<br /><div style="text-align: center;">tem a ria<br />e o mar por trás dela.<br />A vista<br />da minha janela<br />tem terraços e palmeiras<br />sob um céu de sul.<br />Azul!<br />Na vista<br />da minha janela<br />há só o que vejo<br />da minha janela?<br />Ou há alguém<br />que me sonha<br />a moura<br />que habita nela?...<br /></div></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-69309055560866925912010-12-30T07:52:00.001-08:002010-12-30T07:56:39.031-08:00PALAVRAS (RE)USADAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb1DQSnuF4rIg7xVjD6NgbYIUYhD6MpaUzvtvo1qnISeCJ6IfTNE3Q7pIlJIG54RjHb66bPU0UW58PpAvCGTYew_vpHw6TYPylROZfyxLDEx_8TAX_wIZndOTihoM6eL1Ge5qbdVJQXzCs/s1600/SAM_0439.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/AVvXsEjb1DQSnuF4rIg7xVjD6NgbYIUYhD6MpaUzvtvo1qnISeCJ6IfTNE3Q7pIlJIG54RjHb66bPU0UW58PpAvCGTYew_vpHw6TYPylROZfyxLDEx_8TAX_wIZndOTihoM6eL1Ge5qbdVJQXzCs/s400/SAM_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556504725871483106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-72173711943136246322010-12-05T06:45:00.000-08:002010-12-05T06:55:53.621-08:00LIBERDADE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidfW_KvtBEpMF0r-sU4qM7UD-elWMaGhCuDFhVaY48NiqqGehNURlbuWNmv2MX78VeOLOuTD1o1868-fDJTAMPA6eJxqVR6bHSgctc8sWzyU9GSY3JPWSl6v1gvw6po1AwlryY1E2YnFvz/s1600/images1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidfW_KvtBEpMF0r-sU4qM7UD-elWMaGhCuDFhVaY48NiqqGehNURlbuWNmv2MX78VeOLOuTD1o1868-fDJTAMPA6eJxqVR6bHSgctc8sWzyU9GSY3JPWSl6v1gvw6po1AwlryY1E2YnFvz/s400/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547209864700604274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">" Você é quase como um pássaro numa gaiola. É certo que a gaiola o protege, mas roubou-lhe o céu inteiro. Protege-o, mas destruiu a sua alegria e a sua dança no céu, no sol, para muito longe... Perante o céu inteiro, esta defesa de uma gaiola pequena - mesmo que seja de oiro - corta-lhe as asas, mata-o. O pássaro que voa pelo céu, em liberdade, não é igual ao que está preso numa gaiola dourada, apenas um modelo.<br />No momento em que a nossa liberdade morre, também nós morremos. No momento em que perdemos as asas, somos apenas mais um. "<br /><br />OSHO<br /></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-71564462727983032412010-11-05T08:45:00.000-07:002010-11-05T08:49:37.398-07:00PALAVRAS (RE)USADAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqMYhlpfcCMgK6lU_sNMWmwam99cDDVy5VLUrNvH-wUky_24E3bLQT9zxiCWigbSWM3mi_uKlSfRoqjxnqh5Rtwu4fHFbc_VBTxxXjrHY41uyOonU2Hv6TLn9JuiHCuRN_x3-e7Ovr_kTg/s1600/SAM_0438.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/AVvXsEiqMYhlpfcCMgK6lU_sNMWmwam99cDDVy5VLUrNvH-wUky_24E3bLQT9zxiCWigbSWM3mi_uKlSfRoqjxnqh5Rtwu4fHFbc_VBTxxXjrHY41uyOonU2Hv6TLn9JuiHCuRN_x3-e7Ovr_kTg/s400/SAM_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536093217276037826" border="0" /></a>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-79613281084163968922010-10-29T08:19:00.000-07:002010-10-29T08:27:01.077-07:00A ILHA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdFQd6aqlQ-9cUb2tSMUFCxzJCNCqmCHm_YXX4HeN7RvPZwiT4bpa4GTLj83YWApT99yuTlu3aHoGUGCihcCl3xDI6f6SH5Wv3yt4qvHH77daGp7tDOSuicwOL3mg6Sus3dKhm83xSBI1/s1600/SAM_0572.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/AVvXsEijdFQd6aqlQ-9cUb2tSMUFCxzJCNCqmCHm_YXX4HeN7RvPZwiT4bpa4GTLj83YWApT99yuTlu3aHoGUGCihcCl3xDI6f6SH5Wv3yt4qvHH77daGp7tDOSuicwOL3mg6Sus3dKhm83xSBI1/s400/SAM_0572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533489777844676194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tudo claro e simples:<br />o farol,<br />algumas casas,<br />o mar em volta.<br />Presença inteira nos dias<br />tranquilos.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-28048274712650175642010-09-19T12:06:00.000-07:002010-09-19T12:09:12.007-07:00ABANDONO III<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9ACmx52i4LlVY-m0ZG8PKHxfBXUBXGpkiJ3vmxEBwIkF4mn1n0wpYgXla6DPepmNlTYOn3jxOvGxyxyzAUo1iB_SMxO3uqfwZUGGxqLounDOapnOHqDGLqAELnUxulJZtafjdCmF4XEb/s1600/SAM_1569.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/AVvXsEjA9ACmx52i4LlVY-m0ZG8PKHxfBXUBXGpkiJ3vmxEBwIkF4mn1n0wpYgXla6DPepmNlTYOn3jxOvGxyxyzAUo1iB_SMxO3uqfwZUGGxqLounDOapnOHqDGLqAELnUxulJZtafjdCmF4XEb/s400/SAM_1569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518703672539198002" border="0" /></a>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-53427073687506806002010-08-30T09:06:00.000-07:002010-08-30T09:09:02.524-07:00PALAVRAS (RE)USADAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQYYJCjiKnADLt-Y__g1LlwcBH4HKfo8ay3OgjznBlWvon9nY5ABx5L6W2gTyUhw-5j1_dQGjntvs-H8_UR21Im6IFfX8rJ1f_R1FSrpbhlgcEUzXI5Rv3CgOu4UYLmBvAY8UshAKz0w-/s1600/SAM_0483.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/AVvXsEiVQYYJCjiKnADLt-Y__g1LlwcBH4HKfo8ay3OgjznBlWvon9nY5ABx5L6W2gTyUhw-5j1_dQGjntvs-H8_UR21Im6IFfX8rJ1f_R1FSrpbhlgcEUzXI5Rv3CgOu4UYLmBvAY8UshAKz0w-/s400/SAM_0483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511235351403062258" border="0" /> </a>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-10380722685141772812010-08-18T08:19:00.001-07:002010-08-18T08:21:44.900-07:00ABANDONO II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis0qDoZxGOQ_tWAr_8ttQvAl_aXGIbbfcnZEeK_vMTVHBQ5uCXV_clNHPwzjs9jxbgvBPDOZvDxvuMzZoeOxZ1DyQl_WPhvjgr-gwK7BNn-G8uvn0yr15lxT7UGE7zJ5GRjgn0vPUn4JAE/s1600/SAM_0313.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/AVvXsEis0qDoZxGOQ_tWAr_8ttQvAl_aXGIbbfcnZEeK_vMTVHBQ5uCXV_clNHPwzjs9jxbgvBPDOZvDxvuMzZoeOxZ1DyQl_WPhvjgr-gwK7BNn-G8uvn0yr15lxT7UGE7zJ5GRjgn0vPUn4JAE/s400/SAM_0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506770085933521714" border="0" /></a>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-85333914864661797842010-07-25T08:40:00.000-07:002010-07-25T09:00:48.566-07:00... e o sol a pôr-se no país do Verão...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3f29bmq-lNgYAJLrCbOfHnBYN9NZoFYmLYhbDyDrI59sAXl_wMWeansiOiBaJzZJmN_uO-_G2Up9m22si28gLphtgkvzm4YuB1KMgvDzlnAvs6gd4PM-4Fe76vhr1EgyTJY_sFxWJGCtg/s1600/SAM_0392.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/AVvXsEg3f29bmq-lNgYAJLrCbOfHnBYN9NZoFYmLYhbDyDrI59sAXl_wMWeansiOiBaJzZJmN_uO-_G2Up9m22si28gLphtgkvzm4YuB1KMgvDzlnAvs6gd4PM-4Fe76vhr1EgyTJY_sFxWJGCtg/s400/SAM_0392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497873394677170130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">" se tu viesses ver-me hoje à tardinha<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">a essa hora dos mágicos cansaços<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">quando a noite de manso se adivinha<br />e me prendesses toda nos teus braços."<br /><br />Florbela Espanca<br /><br />(... ela sabia!...)<br /></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-79571792267437689762010-06-30T08:29:00.001-07:002010-06-30T08:30:59.743-07:00OLHANDO A VIDA QUE PASSA...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5uyreol9Lh5WuNqDLjLVeftj9wkUZWP_F_6Fx8JoBM6T0ncmd-k5BOm87CUnQ952ErAmvIpoRR28lmFpdPlu73ZVl4nK9cmSNybxHuJnxiV2fTQEvcN8oatSUGr1quEtQQD-vprKkR5J/s1600/SAM_0239.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/AVvXsEjT5uyreol9Lh5WuNqDLjLVeftj9wkUZWP_F_6Fx8JoBM6T0ncmd-k5BOm87CUnQ952ErAmvIpoRR28lmFpdPlu73ZVl4nK9cmSNybxHuJnxiV2fTQEvcN8oatSUGr1quEtQQD-vprKkR5J/s400/SAM_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488589577899970706" border="0" /></a>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-74286943279361927592010-06-23T06:48:00.001-07:002010-06-23T06:50:01.849-07:00ABANDONO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eCSw_6Ltec4/TCIQ9DNZOSI/AAAAAAAAACY/d51v4D4fy8Y/s1600/SAM_0259.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eCSw_6Ltec4/TCIQ9DNZOSI/AAAAAAAAACY/d51v4D4fy8Y/s400/SAM_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485965937110235426" border="0" /></a>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534112917490873917.post-89475076405748942312010-06-17T14:07:00.000-07:002010-06-17T14:09:58.771-07:00PALAVRAS (RE)USADAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eCSw_6Ltec4/TBqPAfc_1-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/9f8NfgoPShE/s1600/SAM_0258.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eCSw_6Ltec4/TBqPAfc_1-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/9f8NfgoPShE/s400/SAM_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483852734882895842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>chakrachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130611086613449141noreply@blogger.com0