tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49981935913883513712024-03-19T09:51:29.299+00:00 O CANTINHO DA JANITAJanitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.comBlogger2404125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-2717210482489808132024-03-19T00:00:00.001+00:002024-03-19T00:00:00.239+00:00 TERÇAS-FEIRAS MUSICAIS. <div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-MHs9CLkjV8lzi5WTOtoIUcnXR3WZbMVwnYNahKQGT4Ljf-pJqWhCmlCEs34804C8pSpJLCuTPzchelr60qufedVuQLij-LMabLQLfkFo9gK0t8ha_pcKwAllufZ7xKJFPjE8OjoMq3N7ykKyd03Fn_hKXKMW-ojjaG0QQk6FzfUBzHdSnEIppqmxZo/s600/margaridas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="175" data-original-width="600" height="93" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-MHs9CLkjV8lzi5WTOtoIUcnXR3WZbMVwnYNahKQGT4Ljf-pJqWhCmlCEs34804C8pSpJLCuTPzchelr60qufedVuQLij-LMabLQLfkFo9gK0t8ha_pcKwAllufZ7xKJFPjE8OjoMq3N7ykKyd03Fn_hKXKMW-ojjaG0QQk6FzfUBzHdSnEIppqmxZo/w363-h93/margaridas.png" width="363" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;">André Rieu </span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"> (Tabeen Ayni)</span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;">live in Bahrain</span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="411" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1kShQQBQVsU" width="484" youtube-src-id="1kShQQBQVsU"></iframe></div><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>Sendo a Música uma linguagem universal aqui não é necessário a letra. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>Como este blogue é super eclético, espero que esta mudança musical vos agrade e se deixem contagiar pela alegria que vemos nestas mulheres muçulmanas. Outras, menos afortunadas, não têm a mesma sorte. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQOmUz-gA4900HbDN-IDxVQTtqe66QNywNl3kEBAM9zG7HL_5ActiqfmSyUzxHc-o86iwjrMv4UPTcZdY4SPopUFOghCVoWNtQKHSUn5nzuL824MDYjD5ZjYU3h0Znivzanp9Ht7CqknUrFwgkhNw_lKVevC4zt8jaUhRgIi3TKfe4bsrok1ZryTnx0no/s378/rosa.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="93" data-original-width="378" height="99" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQOmUz-gA4900HbDN-IDxVQTtqe66QNywNl3kEBAM9zG7HL_5ActiqfmSyUzxHc-o86iwjrMv4UPTcZdY4SPopUFOghCVoWNtQKHSUn5nzuL824MDYjD5ZjYU3h0Znivzanp9Ht7CqknUrFwgkhNw_lKVevC4zt8jaUhRgIi3TKfe4bsrok1ZryTnx0no/w400-h99/rosa.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-54253453535026723562024-03-17T09:10:00.003+00:002024-03-17T11:13:25.235+00:00 REEDIÇÃO DO ENIGMA PERSONALIDADES. ( II )<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWDZ2Xpvl0tlGpUU2IxQ12T7-ldylulPBUii7DVcxCFC_uslNUZGIyZ1FmwRGn5h0Y-tRyeA53Ql9lRTIMXtg9dPVejXfBixPJF4h3wqgLKgopRrwdiG2r4grFJtlCQIFbm9y7-kq_IY9gI0eXdb_x134rEjGdLEiKpjMnZWdc_8qa5zyHrf8khZaJ1rE/s513/J%20%20G.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="513" data-original-width="370" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWDZ2Xpvl0tlGpUU2IxQ12T7-ldylulPBUii7DVcxCFC_uslNUZGIyZ1FmwRGn5h0Y-tRyeA53Ql9lRTIMXtg9dPVejXfBixPJF4h3wqgLKgopRrwdiG2r4grFJtlCQIFbm9y7-kq_IY9gI0eXdb_x134rEjGdLEiKpjMnZWdc_8qa5zyHrf8khZaJ1rE/w144-h200/J%20%20G.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lemonada;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><b>C</b></span></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: medium; text-align: right;"><b>omo bem se lembram, a proposta do desafio foi que me dissessem a identidade deste par. Pois bem, vamos às revelações.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: medium; text-align: right;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL77-DM0BaOgdBLKTAjPznHW2xR8WmrYja2T1WmhCkKOlDzxMWWSfIce4XXRHmqqduTrUmPAmGZeqjlARa5vQrSwvYCAAZLM3ZojX3DTfFvmRLhFyp4ITLkNXAu-r3LeH16YjWsdj54B5IoYqMX4w1rE97Mt7XpFR12eXQQ17MaHxZAkF3QXmO1ouIc0g/s658/J%C3%BAlio_Isidro.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="658" data-original-width="476" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL77-DM0BaOgdBLKTAjPznHW2xR8WmrYja2T1WmhCkKOlDzxMWWSfIce4XXRHmqqduTrUmPAmGZeqjlARa5vQrSwvYCAAZLM3ZojX3DTfFvmRLhFyp4ITLkNXAu-r3LeH16YjWsdj54B5IoYqMX4w1rE97Mt7XpFR12eXQQ17MaHxZAkF3QXmO1ouIc0g/w289-h400/J%C3%BAlio_Isidro.png" width="289" /></a></div><br /><b>O cavalheiro é este ILUSTRE E DISTINTO Sr. o conhecidíssimo apresentador Júlio Isidro, que se estreou em televisão com apenas 15 anos de idade. </b></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: medium;"><b>Durante várias décadas deu voz e presença a vários programas musicais e não só. Sendo aquele que mais projeção lhe deu <i>" O Passeio dos Alegres" </i>nos idos de 80.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: medium;"><b>Ei-lo, com António Variações.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="353" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4THH234kBxs" width="425" youtube-src-id="4THH234kBxs"></iframe></div><br /><b></b></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: medium;"><b>A senhora é a lindíssima actriz e cantora francesa Juliette Gréco, que faleceu com 93 anos de idade após uma longa carreira replecta de êxitos.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: medium;"><b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NfJ2nRl171igrv5QBJlSKkTnmYPYPgteJ0qyDDsPXRAV5asoMtU-WfIjbbVVLZ70iKQiQ4qzDcRatic9JQRRbfN5TOGWmJ_BPxRhblOrfE55BqzfQaju4BFHcgylyIHPUkUcU42EPGvkKiC4aeRh8GXDYkvOQ7JBob9_dLYEBozv2abkyVuz0KS-AX4/s640/Juliette%20Gr%C3%A9co.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NfJ2nRl171igrv5QBJlSKkTnmYPYPgteJ0qyDDsPXRAV5asoMtU-WfIjbbVVLZ70iKQiQ4qzDcRatic9JQRRbfN5TOGWmJ_BPxRhblOrfE55BqzfQaju4BFHcgylyIHPUkUcU42EPGvkKiC4aeRh8GXDYkvOQ7JBob9_dLYEBozv2abkyVuz0KS-AX4/s320/Juliette%20Gr%C3%A9co.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada;"><div style="font-size: large;"><b>Aquando da sua morte em 2020 o apresentador rendeu sentida homenagem à <i>Diva de Negro</i>, onde incluiu a foto que apresentei em cima, deixando bem claro:</b></div><div style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-size: large;"><b><i> "Juliette Greco era e continuará a ser uma paixão minha".</i></b></div><div style="font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="font-size: large;"><b>Há paixões que nunca morrem, digo eu... nem a foice da Morte as consegue ceifar. </b></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Como bem disse Dom Xilre, certo dia: _ <i>"O amor é uma ferida que não queremos que sare."</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="font-size: large;"><b>Recordemos pois a Diva, uma vez mais!</b></div><div style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="384" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LcEKzT8EJm4" width="463" youtube-src-id="LcEKzT8EJm4"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>❤❤❤</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Acertaram, sem dificuldade: </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Teresa Hoffbauer - Gábi - Catarina - Rosa dos Ventos - Pedro Coimbra - Anónimo - Sandra Martins - Brancas Nuvens Negras - José (500) </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Acertaram apenas no nome do apresentador português: </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Tintinaine - Joaquim Rosário - Manu - Zaratustra - António - Rogério G. Pereira.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="font-size: large;"><b>Não acertaram, mas estiveram presentes:</b></div><div style="font-size: large;"><b>RÔ - Carlos Menino Beija- Flor.</b></div><div style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b>❤❤❤</b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Uma menção especial para a <a href="https://fatyly-umanovacubata.blogspot.com/">Fatyly,</a> como a melhor e mais completa resposta ao que foi pedido:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>1</i>ª - Não</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">2ª - Júlio Isidro - português, nasceu em Lisboa (São Sebastião da Pedreira)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Juliette Greco- francesa, nasceu em Montpellier</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">❤❤❤</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A TODOS QUE ME ACOMPANHARAM, UMA VEZ MAIS O MEU PROFUNDO AGRADECIMENTO.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">😍</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">BEIJINHOS E ABRAÇOS!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">😘 😘 🤗 🤗 </span></div><div style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">ATÉ BREVE!</span></div></div><div style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div></div><div style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: x-large; text-align: right;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: large;"></span></p><p></p><br /><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-25758378842681293902024-03-15T00:00:00.003+00:002024-03-15T00:06:52.119+00:00 DESAFIO - PERSONALIDADES. ( II )<p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #38761d;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">____________________________________</span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: large;">Desafio mais simples e fácil do que este, vai ser difícil encontrar em toda a história dos desafios já ocorridos na blogosfera.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: large;">Irei colocar somente uma foto de duas personalidades muito conhecidas. Se ambas são da mesma nacionalidade ou de países diferentes, isso serão os meus estimados leitores a descobrir e dizer. Quais os seus nomes, será um dos requisitos que peço para saber se os reconhecem.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: large;"> Resumindo: Duas perguntas:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: large;"><b><i>1ª- Este casal é da mesma nacionalidade?</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lemonada;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">[Se a vossa resposta for afirmativa, respondem : SIM! Se pensarem que cada um nasceu num país diferente, será, como é óbvio: NÃO! ] </span></span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: large;"> 😊</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: large;"><b><i>2ª - Qual o nome destas personalidades? </i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmKNuTsR33UGxGxGHb3M_yTfVYj8qicG5CZQ4-5AbzI_EEo0fseeXw28985OC0Y7Fl6phrgF62Qz0owSS_6tnAQBGyfCwcctq4g0VgECv5zFoFLfBWhXOSgho-ShpfWLzi3_OcYjR2qOoaEsDVuOVvfbrlz94iBBbQsCiOqpslas3l2FSGgzLZsFFHAQ/s513/J%20%20G.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="513" data-original-width="370" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmKNuTsR33UGxGxGHb3M_yTfVYj8qicG5CZQ4-5AbzI_EEo0fseeXw28985OC0Y7Fl6phrgF62Qz0owSS_6tnAQBGyfCwcctq4g0VgECv5zFoFLfBWhXOSgho-ShpfWLzi3_OcYjR2qOoaEsDVuOVvfbrlz94iBBbQsCiOqpslas3l2FSGgzLZsFFHAQ/w367-h508/J%20%20G.jpg" width="367" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Lemonada; font-size: large;">Ser um Desafio simples não significa que tenha de começar e acabar já hoje. Pelo que vos peço discrição e algum talento nas vossas respostas. Deixem pistas, mas, por favor, o mais subtis que puderem e souberem. É possível? Obrigada!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7PUH7BMUkrPhnQo_WQxGEDUfcoIiv6MO7IDvUlrFZIvgfUJ61CvINo4Fs0uUm_wVpjqonlq4Vls9p6ZMNNAjs5nX7Vvzte_nI6NX7vvZOJRy2N6DN1-yMcZsm_7FbtQLGZs0jHl0HZnG_B68_xspHVNHYNwVDKCZJIPmPniJN_EL8oW-TfOZ4UGNxzP4/s676/a%201d18e_cb50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="652" data-original-width="676" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7PUH7BMUkrPhnQo_WQxGEDUfcoIiv6MO7IDvUlrFZIvgfUJ61CvINo4Fs0uUm_wVpjqonlq4Vls9p6ZMNNAjs5nX7Vvzte_nI6NX7vvZOJRy2N6DN1-yMcZsm_7FbtQLGZs0jHl0HZnG_B68_xspHVNHYNwVDKCZJIPmPniJN_EL8oW-TfOZ4UGNxzP4/w200-h193/a%201d18e_cb50.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">_________________</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;">______________</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #ffd966;">________</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;">____</span></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com77tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-91943675086402559912024-03-12T00:00:00.004+00:002024-03-12T00:00:00.135+00:00 TERÇAS-FEIRAS MUSICAIS.<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGRhyphenhyphenR_LadY1IJ15imG6xKMwlTJpAsywROAS4GXFWBIMi63g4E3VCilHUvfQeYXBQYZY5hv2FttjePH2w5788YFr6Hs0Wp6jVL2WXEyKg8mgy3b4NYzW4ia9VQi3uBjf-ZlNh1EqMqhI3eUbJ7mdUVA79ewM2rxWnoez6u4bCtoMS0WGMcSXsyY-WoYE/s600/margaridas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="175" data-original-width="600" height="105" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGRhyphenhyphenR_LadY1IJ15imG6xKMwlTJpAsywROAS4GXFWBIMi63g4E3VCilHUvfQeYXBQYZY5hv2FttjePH2w5788YFr6Hs0Wp6jVL2WXEyKg8mgy3b4NYzW4ia9VQi3uBjf-ZlNh1EqMqhI3eUbJ7mdUVA79ewM2rxWnoez6u4bCtoMS0WGMcSXsyY-WoYE/w383-h105/margaridas.png" width="383" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>António Zambujo e Miguel Araújo</b></span></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b><i>"Pica do Sete"</i></b></span></div></blockquote><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="357" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Hlg_U53UbHI" width="430" youtube-src-id="Hlg_U53UbHI"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>De manhã cedinho<br />Eu salto do ninho e vou pra paragem<br />De bandolete à espera do sete<br />Mas não pela viagem<br />Eu bem que não queria<br />Mas um certo dia vi-o passar<br />E o meu peito céptico<br />Por um pica de elétrico voltou a sonhar</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b><br />A cada repique<br />Que soa do clique daquele alicate<br />Num modo frenético<br />O peito céptico toca a rebate<br />Se o trem descarrila o povo refila e eu fico num sino<br />Pois um mero trajeto no meu caso concreto é já o destino</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Ninguém acredita no estado em que fica o meu coração<br />Quando o sete me apanha<br />Até acho que a senha me salta da mão<br />Pois na carreira<br />Desta vida vã<br />Mais nada me dá a pica que o pica do sete me dá.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Que triste fadário e que itinerário tão infeliz<br />Cruzar meu horário com o de um funcionário de um trem da carris<br />Se eu lhe perguntasse<br />Se tem livre passe pró peito de alguém<br />Vá-se lá saber talvez eu lhe oblitere o peito também<br />Ninguém acredita no estado em que fica o meu coração.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>Quando o sete me apanha</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>Até acho que a senha me salta da mão</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>Pois na carreira desta vida vã</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>Mais nada me dá a pica que o pica do sete me dá.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>Ninguém acredita no estado em que fica o meu coração</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>Quando o sete me apanha</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>Até acho que a senha me salta da mão</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>Pois na carreira desta vida vã</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>Mais nada me dá a pica que o pica do sete me dá</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>Mais nada me dá a pica que o pica do sete me dá</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b>******</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b>Para se entender melhor a <i>história</i>, desta vez fica a canção a dobrar.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b>Lamento não me lembrar do nome da actriz que participa aqui ao lado de Zambujo. Se alguém souber, agradeço.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="359" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8uNFvtl1hxY" width="432" youtube-src-id="8uNFvtl1hxY"></iframe></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjPK_VuIzFk0lBbfV3AR-3UA5QaN_ipHVal4vuTxDaVF2g_NYd6n5fX_bDsYl2T2ivCABw_PNQo_1gFr5-vdtuBVsa9BTUjYJ0zNWfI28M5GikF11jWG4TharviVT2MYhHh17HfAUuk_oIjtPEWSE7LcQAZyVzvRwZT0hLt4AT0mcPQK_curQAKzagEDo/s378/rosa.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="93" data-original-width="378" height="89" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjPK_VuIzFk0lBbfV3AR-3UA5QaN_ipHVal4vuTxDaVF2g_NYd6n5fX_bDsYl2T2ivCABw_PNQo_1gFr5-vdtuBVsa9BTUjYJ0zNWfI28M5GikF11jWG4TharviVT2MYhHh17HfAUuk_oIjtPEWSE7LcQAZyVzvRwZT0hLt4AT0mcPQK_curQAKzagEDo/w400-h89/rosa.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Gabriela; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-87254825098774454622024-03-10T09:25:00.011+00:002024-03-10T09:53:15.657+00:00 ___________ OS FANTOCHES.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>___________________</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">Há quem trave uma luta constante, ao longo da vida, contra os demónios da sua infância, acabando por relegar para segundo plano as realidades da vida. Tudo o que mais anseiam é ser desejados, amados, ter sucesso e ser felizes.</div><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">Por outro lado, há os que tiveram uma boa infância, mas com uma lacuna que lhes vedou o acesso à alegria plena.</div><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">Em prol de conseguirem alcançar esses 'ingredientes' que lhes faltou, apoiam-se exclusivamente nesse ideal, acabando por fazer escolhas erradas.</div><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">Uns e outros, são fantoches, que se deixam manipular facilmente, sem que a princípio o notem ou reconheçam.</div><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">Porque todos os sonhos têm um preço!</div><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmVOkamY0qiFH8ZG9LWjUbiLt10fpdA-GzwZn4qrV-8KV2om1JTR8rxXn-ohBYFGexXdKxz6s7OnalngDQmM3kzfEqfMkTIeVzksScW-9N9SZ66s1ZrG8ycGlgmMYuam8R1PyUXvTImACumFcmErV8zCHv4qmvhL8AAMQbH-wIuTmqK72KOD7h1MllTA/s960/museu-marionetas-porto-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmVOkamY0qiFH8ZG9LWjUbiLt10fpdA-GzwZn4qrV-8KV2om1JTR8rxXn-ohBYFGexXdKxz6s7OnalngDQmM3kzfEqfMkTIeVzksScW-9N9SZ66s1ZrG8ycGlgmMYuam8R1PyUXvTImACumFcmErV8zCHv4qmvhL8AAMQbH-wIuTmqK72KOD7h1MllTA/w545-h363/museu-marionetas-porto-1.jpg" width="545" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Imagem</b> <a href="https://agendaculturalporto.org/museu-das-marionetas-do-porto/"><b>DAQUI</b></a><br /><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Apenas porque não encontrei, entre as minhas tralhas,<br />nenhum bibelot parecido com um fantoche.</span></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">---------</div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Nota: Texto inspirado no livro homónimo de Patrick Redmond.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">________________________________</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-82440400329874491032024-03-09T08:00:00.005+00:002024-03-10T09:51:46.482+00:00 _______ GOSTARIA DE SORRIR MAS...A VIDA NÃO LHE DÁ MOTIVOS PARA ISSO? ________<p> <span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">Faça como eu, vá buscá-los ao baú!!</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5WCf-smHHY9CF5b6Pz06D1jm2yeWHYfP8-t8Cz2_OsLVr8x4WExC4ceD8-x8pAu7S6tsFvVrBV1ob1mvpccTmbSx5RDEu5aByvY1bd7GXz2d013LZBh0oV1ODT77C0H0szl8wF1v0V0guUlnIr1wRiGUezjjENFLxVff5fhWnAf6VfQK2cUwEk2GqO8/s1266/2cefbe4a-e13a-4333-9ebd-830e248fde16.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1266" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5WCf-smHHY9CF5b6Pz06D1jm2yeWHYfP8-t8Cz2_OsLVr8x4WExC4ceD8-x8pAu7S6tsFvVrBV1ob1mvpccTmbSx5RDEu5aByvY1bd7GXz2d013LZBh0oV1ODT77C0H0szl8wF1v0V0guUlnIr1wRiGUezjjENFLxVff5fhWnAf6VfQK2cUwEk2GqO8/w341-h400/2cefbe4a-e13a-4333-9ebd-830e248fde16.jpg" width="341" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='454' height='377' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxc5DAvQAnHfg27uOrPJ3b8SEW73c7piytXbiav8Fod-2Dq6YrrB3A7p19VAY27JM_hxcBRh0XJGdMVPLG2QA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_nvDTm1DextEubkJKb1uYe49m-D5djHuPeFg6UHFa7n3QYIEjPW5_M7ueWuBxajwmthalUyRptFz7CdQeOgrxZTAGrIrcaz19-yDXVWSXbjeeATzIzGbJX-pdH5OPrspy731l3w9I6RdQjm6DX4WadU9D-JBP_bm2MIWXwGMz3rRlb4z59T82vDBslsI/s1024/127a1b2b-d59a-45da-9e65-3d05e988b9b4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="672" height="569" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_nvDTm1DextEubkJKb1uYe49m-D5djHuPeFg6UHFa7n3QYIEjPW5_M7ueWuBxajwmthalUyRptFz7CdQeOgrxZTAGrIrcaz19-yDXVWSXbjeeATzIzGbJX-pdH5OPrspy731l3w9I6RdQjm6DX4WadU9D-JBP_bm2MIWXwGMz3rRlb4z59T82vDBslsI/w374-h569/127a1b2b-d59a-45da-9e65-3d05e988b9b4.jpg" width="374" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hoje, vamos sorrindo enquanto reflectimos.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">[Pense bem para não não se arrepender mais tarde!]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;">???????????????????</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;">!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></span></div><p></p>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-58102612721862418262024-03-08T00:03:00.003+00:002024-03-08T00:06:14.555+00:00 MULHER.<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"> Para todas nós, mulheres, escreveu isto,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;">Ary dos Santos!</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKwU9K1_fgV-oDg0mGRCG2gqkfiQgj4_EYJAxgQLjOMal-nItOMnASJ0Oa2m9LM-d1G15J7Uf81COZsN-HhNodS4GUgfp32q1WbQ1374_QSJzJ7n_hyphenhyphenQkvb-IG1kzsy1dFfSxPxCYFf6526HePkN6-2egFgBySzW2fIE-o3Shp6WJXs_fuIP0TcTjI4Y/s1312/2018-06-03%20manos%20serrano%20-%20C%C3%B3pia.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1312" data-original-width="993" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKwU9K1_fgV-oDg0mGRCG2gqkfiQgj4_EYJAxgQLjOMal-nItOMnASJ0Oa2m9LM-d1G15J7Uf81COZsN-HhNodS4GUgfp32q1WbQ1374_QSJzJ7n_hyphenhyphenQkvb-IG1kzsy1dFfSxPxCYFf6526HePkN6-2egFgBySzW2fIE-o3Shp6WJXs_fuIP0TcTjI4Y/s320/2018-06-03%20manos%20serrano%20-%20C%C3%B3pia.jpg" width="242" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Uma irmã que não conheci.</span></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;"><br /><b>A mulher não é só casa</b></span><b><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">mulher-loiça, mulher-cama</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">Ela é também mulher-asa,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">mulher-força, mulher-chama</span></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><b><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;"> </span> <span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">E é preciso dizer</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">dessa antiga condição</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">a mulher soube trazer</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">a cabeça e o coração</span></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><b><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;"> </span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">Trouxe a fábrica ao seu lar</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">e ordenado à cozinha</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">e impôs a trabalhar</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">a razão que sempre tinha</span></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><b><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;"> </span> <span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">Trabalho não só de parto</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">mas também de construção</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">para um filho crescer farto</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">para um filho crescer são</span></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><b><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;"> </span> <span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">A posse vai-se acabar</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">no tempo da liberdade</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">o que importa é saber estar</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">juntos em pé de igualdade</span></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><b><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;"> </span> <span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">Desde que as coisas se tornem</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">naquilo que a gente quer</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">é igual dizer meu homem</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">ou dizer minha mulher.</span></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1P9rFFicYzQ_B4dGNmIBKqsKM3xVZKZIwRhLjts_pHwQeHNzckQcu_ybphEjZtLDyfPAxqwy_vFCG4Cew9EgCclV3Ehuyzv6hrjxajsAdaPyvvRtjp-qKWGROLoPBzmLUSpiHThxJhieT1OWR_d6hlEytUWtyAsEYmBNqNUB2t23xAH0h_8e56-hsw4/s1940/2018-05-30%2015.04.48.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1506" data-original-width="1940" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1P9rFFicYzQ_B4dGNmIBKqsKM3xVZKZIwRhLjts_pHwQeHNzckQcu_ybphEjZtLDyfPAxqwy_vFCG4Cew9EgCclV3Ehuyzv6hrjxajsAdaPyvvRtjp-qKWGROLoPBzmLUSpiHThxJhieT1OWR_d6hlEytUWtyAsEYmBNqNUB2t23xAH0h_8e56-hsw4/s320/2018-05-30%2015.04.48.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">👩👩</div></span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 1em; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1;">👸👸 💁💁</span></span></p>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-14975457049211801722024-03-06T14:40:00.001+00:002024-03-06T14:40:00.128+00:00 MEIA VOLTA, VOLTA E MEIA, LÁ VOLTO EU ÀS PIEGUICES DO CESÁRIO...<p> </p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><u><i>FLORES VELHAS</i></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Fui ontem visitar o jardinzinho agreste,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Aonde tanta vez a lua nos beijou,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">E em tudo vi sorrir o amor que tu me deste,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Soberba como um sol, serena como um voo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Em tudo cintilava o límpido poema</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Com ósculos rimado às luzes dos planetas:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">A abelha inda zumbia em torno da alfazema;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">E ondulava o matiz das leves borboletas.</span></div></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrjPOPwAhgE_W3cxgkiLL1bzdTQ9NJ6UQRq3tzsXv39ImSHz0j-V91T0EnpWLhSnuBCFn4KOYfQe3612y7F1OkvcH96nCfSJnK4mnFq9j2o9l0Q-nL1KFlWeJgKym-uZ46sDeETwRZVuOmP2CGSDUEgv5W6kIU57SCmzMzqAiZjleCa2g0SlVUR91t9c/s571/CV.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="571" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrjPOPwAhgE_W3cxgkiLL1bzdTQ9NJ6UQRq3tzsXv39ImSHz0j-V91T0EnpWLhSnuBCFn4KOYfQe3612y7F1OkvcH96nCfSJnK4mnFq9j2o9l0Q-nL1KFlWeJgKym-uZ46sDeETwRZVuOmP2CGSDUEgv5W6kIU57SCmzMzqAiZjleCa2g0SlVUR91t9c/s320/CV.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Em tudo eu pude ver ainda a tua imagem,</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">A imagem que inspirava os castos madrigais;</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">E as vibrações, o rio, os astros, a paisagem,</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Traziam-me à memória idílios imortais.</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">E nosso bom romance escrito num desterro,</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Com beijos sem ruído em noites sem luar,</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Fizeram-mo reler, mais tristes que um enterro,</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Os goivos, a baunilha e as rosas-de-toucar.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ze66nifvZSYdlCna7nezxyP2EOXp3C4xeBa7AyXUXu9BIvUN7IcByliM6yjR-Z-Lejni4ynnppd2zGxPUqSdDbaa8TFWlrZFHaLrlsck-ugc97XyAnBWOsCUklpRz7k-aXRKgBOZAeUIv9puKhVuqByimzYFc9YAfrBsGVUbPLoTLI5n_sVo-b2LH5s/s4128/2024-03-05%2022.32.58.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ze66nifvZSYdlCna7nezxyP2EOXp3C4xeBa7AyXUXu9BIvUN7IcByliM6yjR-Z-Lejni4ynnppd2zGxPUqSdDbaa8TFWlrZFHaLrlsck-ugc97XyAnBWOsCUklpRz7k-aXRKgBOZAeUIv9puKhVuqByimzYFc9YAfrBsGVUbPLoTLI5n_sVo-b2LH5s/w300-h400/2024-03-05%2022.32.58.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Mas tu agora nunca, ah! Nunca mais te sentas</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Nos bancos de tijolo em musgo atapetados,</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">E eu não te beijarei, às horas sonolentas,</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Os dedos de marfim, polidos e delgados...</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Eu, por não ter sabido amar os movimentos</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Da estrofe mais ideal das harmonias mudas,</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Eu sinto as decepções e os grandes desalentos</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">E tenho um riso meu como o sorrir de Judas.</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">(...)</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Mas quero só fugir das coisas e dos seres,</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Só quero abandonar a vida triste e má</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Na véspera do dia em que também morreres,</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Morreres de pesar, por eu não viver já!</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">E não virás, chorosa, aos rústicos tapetes,</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Com lágrimas regar as plantações ruins;</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">E esperarão por ti, naqueles alegretes,</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">As dálias a chorar nos braços dos jasmins!</span></div></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b>Cesário Verde </b></span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">_______________</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Gostaria de colocar as dálias a chorar</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">nos braços, não dos jasmins que os não tenho, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">mas nos braços da hortelã, e nem sequer consigo colocar as duas imagens a par. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Alguém faz o favor de me explicar como devo fazer?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: "Merriweather Sans";"><span style="font-size: large;">Agradecida.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: "Merriweather Sans";"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2708" data-original-width="2448" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3g3dm2ENUipn0Q5jKO-Ki9Rw55eM2iOz1jS_Q_fB50Szq7P_IpvMHvBoF8SqGMYoINfoEg_JZV31hmySN-cqoWkamjwN0gg1QIQKI2K4cZYCQDwtnz4zEYyRCnXI9mkvxSHCoZX4wbWaTVQ75YNsUw2MXMxrzp6bYSEphdP7pvCxwt-DXuKqCi9JOEGY/w335-h371/2018-08-31%2012.31.11.jpg" width="335" /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YL6D36-k_Uw00qbmY5OHcTI1Y2VhEKWnJccB-K63ofhEcBUsAooYSYTz31SseNlo-IxQ7UUnAKShosLKZMr0fB76TBV3hDl3ATeE0r24ifkcFqSMxUrLNAaYxHdWRHDGjVYW20Y9btI6GftCD6A-bLXByZKY67YY02cU8IAcs6Q_9ZBBODpzRBYye2s/s3264/2018-07-23%2016.30.18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YL6D36-k_Uw00qbmY5OHcTI1Y2VhEKWnJccB-K63ofhEcBUsAooYSYTz31SseNlo-IxQ7UUnAKShosLKZMr0fB76TBV3hDl3ATeE0r24ifkcFqSMxUrLNAaYxHdWRHDGjVYW20Y9btI6GftCD6A-bLXByZKY67YY02cU8IAcs6Q_9ZBBODpzRBYye2s/w330-h440/2018-07-23%2016.30.18.jpg" width="330" /></a></div></div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Em tempos fiz isso, mas creio Mr. Google me trocou as voltas.</span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">🧐 😥 🥺 </span></div></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-8950932180655944272024-03-05T00:00:00.001+00:002024-03-05T00:00:00.137+00:00 TERÇAS-FEIRAS MUSICAIS.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrB8RNJsRR4mA0mgeZ_QGJwydlVc2J3h4fI2kSnH-ZvZxy9eDJHCj22ZpMlJ1WQXMgsGmZmQxxYgog2H4C6F02fs99ESiu4WgcoqKmtuSA1K9JAmxaYWC1pyhlyS4rm-grjoZ_5Xlr45JYtVOjZntTsYwq6KOLU5tpCnx-1F4jGh3XCu_Qf7gRvKu0A1M/s600/margaridas.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="175" data-original-width="600" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrB8RNJsRR4mA0mgeZ_QGJwydlVc2J3h4fI2kSnH-ZvZxy9eDJHCj22ZpMlJ1WQXMgsGmZmQxxYgog2H4C6F02fs99ESiu4WgcoqKmtuSA1K9JAmxaYWC1pyhlyS4rm-grjoZ_5Xlr45JYtVOjZntTsYwq6KOLU5tpCnx-1F4jGh3XCu_Qf7gRvKu0A1M/w455-h116/margaridas.png" width="455" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>Patxi Andion </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><i>"Manuela"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HF-EucCTyJw" width="372" youtube-src-id="HF-EucCTyJw"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Letra:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Una historia más de guerra</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Que se cuenta en las montañas,</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Que se pierde allá en el tiempo,</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Ay Manuela, ay Manuela!</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Pero vive en mi recuerdo</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Ay Manuela!</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Venía de Cataluña</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Y era hija de peones.</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">El coraje y la pasión</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Ay Manuela, ay Manuela!</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Quemaban su corazón</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Ay Manuela.</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">De todas partes venían</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Y su nombre ya sabían.</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Ayudó a muchos hombres</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Ay Manuela, ay Manuela!</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Que aún recuerdan ese nombre.</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Ay Manuela.</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Una noche en las montañas,</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Dicen que tras su cabaña</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Desapareció una estrella.</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Ay Manuela, ay Manuela!</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Nunca más se supo de ella.</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">Ay Manuela. </div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;"><div>Sólo queda en mi memoria</div><div>Una canción y una historia:</div><div>Es la canción de Manuela,</div><div>Ay Manuela! Ay Manuela!</div><div>Una historia más de guerra</div><div>Ay Manuela.</div></div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;">***</div><div style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>Mais uma rubrica musical vai iniciar-se neste Cantinho. Espero que as minhas escolhas sejam do agrado geral. :)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>Grata pela vossa companhia!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTnFEmteQUUI9AxQmd3aq85nTC6G8Q3NZ0Sdxn16mM1OZNiRpiN9pS5P2EOw5KqoCryitvC40OBESd6-BlD7fTXUC5P3WVigLnd3_I8HRjSSr4v4QjTDay6vWMbVFBA3tvnkMiYsjNH57I-J_qX-Rl-Nvo8l_11j6ktuNOXiNQxX4gMbwM2rx85j6_cKQ/s378/rosa.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="93" data-original-width="378" height="106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTnFEmteQUUI9AxQmd3aq85nTC6G8Q3NZ0Sdxn16mM1OZNiRpiN9pS5P2EOw5KqoCryitvC40OBESd6-BlD7fTXUC5P3WVigLnd3_I8HRjSSr4v4QjTDay6vWMbVFBA3tvnkMiYsjNH57I-J_qX-Rl-Nvo8l_11j6ktuNOXiNQxX4gMbwM2rx85j6_cKQ/w400-h106/rosa.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large;"><br /></i></span></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-25301689677551744842024-03-02T23:35:00.048+00:002024-03-04T08:38:22.530+00:00 REEDIÇÃO E DESCOBERTA DO MISTÉRIO...DA JOVEM DESCONHECIDA! - COM DUPLA ADENDA - <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> 👙 👒 👗 </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><u>Entretanto, desvendado!</u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Sem nada mais a acrescentar nem a desvendar, </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">é chegada a hora de colocar tudo em pratos limpos, como eu gosto.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Uma vez mais, o Prémio da pe</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">rsistência e dedicação, vai para a <b><a href="https://ventaniasrosadas.blogspot.com/">Rosa dos Ventos</a></b>, logo seguida da <b><a href="https://ematejoca-ematejoca.blogspot.com/">Teresa Hoffbauer. </a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Todos os demais </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">comentadores </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">e participantes, ficarão com o<b><i> Prémio da Boa Vontade à Causa Enigmática e Desafiante</i></b>. Penso estar a ser justa, uma vez que a maioria só a certou numa pergunta e outros nem isso. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Fotografar fotografias, sem muita qualidade e antigas, nunca permitiria deixar bem nítidas as fisionomias. Mais a mais de quem nunca vimos mais gordos, pelo que posso considerar que o êxito deste Desafio foi amplamente conseguido.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcCtmU9qkZs1u24lI-Ohe6sD7fZhSQeboay5NIpExEH0I8QE0jTllIktCbh8J_RvDs_BLTe7B2DCSj2iDN3eOUlhnNsjGC8vC-gLjnZkWnYe6LBwczJy8TMHrTynXFZJo2Ln5hB7mZasziXL_t1BFKOHjVkY8FsWo89zsZJfSKq4NzreH_BRoNFhFrkzQ/s3136/2024-03-01%2011.07.26.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1979" data-original-width="3136" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcCtmU9qkZs1u24lI-Ohe6sD7fZhSQeboay5NIpExEH0I8QE0jTllIktCbh8J_RvDs_BLTe7B2DCSj2iDN3eOUlhnNsjGC8vC-gLjnZkWnYe6LBwczJy8TMHrTynXFZJo2Ln5hB7mZasziXL_t1BFKOHjVkY8FsWo89zsZJfSKq4NzreH_BRoNFhFrkzQ/w592-h374/2024-03-01%2011.07.26.jpg" width="592" /></a></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Este foi um dia memorável de um belo passeio à praia da <b>Nazaré! </b></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">A menina Janita, como bem adivinhou a maioria, é efectivamente <b>a jovem de saia rosa-claro e blusa escura</b>,</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"> - acho que era azul escuro -</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Aqui, no centro, entre a Luísa e a Aurora.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9UwNm8-FMBI-Gl3gTyQH4ltAEEg-_3_ptVJH0EBpSgYJBpdr6oZVoRKhqnDrIGsC8AnQVtG8GLqAo73kVJ6ul5U8bHoHrmFyZB1paqrUoW0PZbepR3AqV5vrgjcmx1f5r8lQvqETEH_izGZELG50tOhJ3a85Ic7hJOQQ-PHYh9k0uaTCtjeXJfxCjWw/s3363/2024-03-01%2011.07.10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2094" data-original-width="3363" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9UwNm8-FMBI-Gl3gTyQH4ltAEEg-_3_ptVJH0EBpSgYJBpdr6oZVoRKhqnDrIGsC8AnQVtG8GLqAo73kVJ6ul5U8bHoHrmFyZB1paqrUoW0PZbepR3AqV5vrgjcmx1f5r8lQvqETEH_izGZELG50tOhJ3a85Ic7hJOQQ-PHYh9k0uaTCtjeXJfxCjWw/w582-h362/2024-03-01%2011.07.10.jpg" width="582" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Os fatos de banho da época parecem-se com os vestidos que as jovens usam hoje na rua! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">😛</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVo_2-MmopsMQ3l57gTfaeAitEUbfpvffY2ivkg4pKW4r9dEUag86C2UerxuB4pPWten8Paz7o7NKG2rkbv1HEL2oy4o_aoDPYlXPWDq72lvCy0whUzYml_G1BIRp8TNtMzpe5WL_-RP4MZnjpb2_ePsxtYsK0H1hOZvltqgnFPfEy62LsrCcEFv00JAk/s1461/2023-12-08%2018.45.44.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1461" data-original-width="1088" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVo_2-MmopsMQ3l57gTfaeAitEUbfpvffY2ivkg4pKW4r9dEUag86C2UerxuB4pPWten8Paz7o7NKG2rkbv1HEL2oy4o_aoDPYlXPWDq72lvCy0whUzYml_G1BIRp8TNtMzpe5WL_-RP4MZnjpb2_ePsxtYsK0H1hOZvltqgnFPfEy62LsrCcEFv00JAk/w298-h400/2023-12-08%2018.45.44.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">As duas Natércias, iam ambas de corsários. 😊</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Os óculos escuros pertenciam a mim e a elas, à vez...</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">mas, iria jurar que a sua legítima dona é a Natércia desta foto, junto da rapaziada pois não cabia no barco!</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">😇😇</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAa3myBvmEnAWPgU_OqZM45fjk1-gpiAtC7kyvPRk2bLz-nCQw6qP3mkfj5XHMFoOHYFkhkVHGWHxJc4-FHYtiqfzmXypfG0rYMBI6UlF0I0n0uN84BkdoS8Elx0Tchg0_Nd7hkloto_qP_kc_Xsm1fxD3guQOWKS60haGmiJShW7otObr-Vl_gN9KhOQ/s2659/2024-03-01%2011.08.00.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1433" data-original-width="2659" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAa3myBvmEnAWPgU_OqZM45fjk1-gpiAtC7kyvPRk2bLz-nCQw6qP3mkfj5XHMFoOHYFkhkVHGWHxJc4-FHYtiqfzmXypfG0rYMBI6UlF0I0n0uN84BkdoS8Elx0Tchg0_Nd7hkloto_qP_kc_Xsm1fxD3guQOWKS60haGmiJShW7otObr-Vl_gN9KhOQ/w588-h316/2024-03-01%2011.08.00.jpg" width="588" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">O meu sincero agradecimento a Todos os Participantes. </span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">***</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">ADENDA: </span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">EM VIRTUDE DE REPARO, ASSAZ JUSTO, DECIDI NÃO DEIXAR PARA AMANHÃ O QUE PODERIA FAZER AGORA, ASSIM:</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Acertaram na pergunta mais importante:</b></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><div style="font-size: x-large;">Anónimo</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">28 fevereiro, 2024 16:08</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">A Janita é a moça de saia branca e blusa escura, mais á direita da foto...</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">----</div><div><div style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Manu</b></div><div style="font-size: x-large;">28 fevereiro, 2024 16:49</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">A minha visão não anda famosa, mas vou arriscar. Será a jovem do lado direito de saia branca e blusa escura?</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">--------------------------------------</div><div style="font-size: x-large;"><b>500 (José)</b></div><div style="font-size: x-large;"> 28 fevereiro, 2024 17:25</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">Voto na da direita...</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">----------------------------</div><div style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Rogério V. Pereira </b></div><div style="font-size: x-large;">28 fevereiro, 2024 18:22</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">Estás a tramar a nossa vida</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">A foto está muito tremida</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">Mas a tua imagem é... é...</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">A que está ao pé do José</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">--------------------------</div><div><div class="comment-header" style="background-color: white; font-family: "Cherry Cream Soda"; margin: 0px 0px 8px;"><cite class="user" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">redonda </span>(Gábi)</span></cite></div><div class="comment-header" style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large; margin: 0px 0px 8px;"><span class="icon user " style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span class="datetime secondary-text" style="margin-left: 6px;">28 fevereiro, 2024 23:12</span></div><p class="comment-content" style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: justify;">Ainda não vi comentários e este será um desafio em que podemos dizer logo que pensamos sem ser logo directamente, certo?<br />Espero que sim, porque antes de ler comentários, <b>quero apostar naquela que está mais à direita!</b></p><p class="comment-content" style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: justify;">----------------------------------</p></div><div style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Pedro Coimbra</b></div><div style="font-size: x-large;">29 fevereiro, 2024 02:26</div><div style="font-size: x-large;">A jovem de saias do lado direito da foto.</div><div style="font-size: x-large;"><div>----------------------------</div><div><b>Sandra Martins.</b></div><div>A jovem Janita será (desta vez estou a seguir o palpite, que contrariei da primeira vez) a menina de saia e blusa preta.</div><div>------------------------------------------</div></div></div><div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><b>Participaram sem acertos:</b></div><div style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Catarina / António / Maria João Brito de Sousa / Fatyly / Joaquim Rosário / Tintinaine / Toninho .</b></div><div style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-size: x-large;"><b>A Gábi, tanto falou, falou... que acertou!! 😁 🌼</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">( tirem-me deste post, please!)</span></b></div><div style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></div></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBjrYAFq9w0ZrJRgF40aGx3qkrLMguUjbyqwcJSDYJT4v2Ck_y-9pkiVTVJdoeA1fCrziRCHf2iFT77exKlEBXSYfNqkt_m3SLuJyXGd8DYrLzRQFv38_lHRllAyXbN5oiEF-InB8lpQwuhU87e6bbRSMfnDqP8ghpU7rXYHDjtuNofkvZ4-_QbzMFaqg/s1280/2019-08-26%2022.24.05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBjrYAFq9w0ZrJRgF40aGx3qkrLMguUjbyqwcJSDYJT4v2Ck_y-9pkiVTVJdoeA1fCrziRCHf2iFT77exKlEBXSYfNqkt_m3SLuJyXGd8DYrLzRQFv38_lHRllAyXbN5oiEF-InB8lpQwuhU87e6bbRSMfnDqP8ghpU7rXYHDjtuNofkvZ4-_QbzMFaqg/w320-h240/2019-08-26%2022.24.05.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">_________ATÉ BREVE__________</span></div></span></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-20432044393310365342024-02-28T12:00:00.007+00:002024-03-01T19:04:39.722+00:00 DESAFIO _ MARINHEIRA DE ÁGUA DOCE .<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">Meus amigos, desta vez o Desafio que vos lanço será diferente para vos despertar da morrinha!! 😊 Apresento-vos uma foto antiquiquíííííssima em que o desafio consiste na descoberta, entre todas essas beldades da época, em que posição se encontra a então jovenzinha Janita.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">Vão sugerindo as pistas, ou dicas, como preferirem. Eu irei mantendo o diálogo convosco, como de resto sempre faço, porém, sem dizer se acertaram ou não. Isso só ficará esclarecido no final, com o complemento de mais fotos. Tudo percebido? Então cá vai a foto.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8-Zk1LR92T7BU8bREzjOcJyhTZgBhuX-4adI3Mbz1NLbBS2-5LxcaqluYEi6UCGoaGaU3lxW4SczOWdrncZJi-vCeAetmDw7iYeWJ-MIxE8rBSbWMBAPkLT3OsT1-WKTYmsLw7ki85MwCgNjU9XLWv1SlYENTbgynJr34LGn967UTtqOYR8dF3XZclr8/s1626/2023-12-08%2018.45.44%20-%20C%C3%B3pia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1134" data-original-width="1626" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8-Zk1LR92T7BU8bREzjOcJyhTZgBhuX-4adI3Mbz1NLbBS2-5LxcaqluYEi6UCGoaGaU3lxW4SczOWdrncZJi-vCeAetmDw7iYeWJ-MIxE8rBSbWMBAPkLT3OsT1-WKTYmsLw7ki85MwCgNjU9XLWv1SlYENTbgynJr34LGn967UTtqOYR8dF3XZclr8/w460-h321/2023-12-08%2018.45.44%20-%20C%C3%B3pia.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">Conseguem descobrir onde está esta vossa companheira de navegação, entre essas seis (6) moçoilas? Então, toca a dizer onde e como está vestida, para melhor identificação da dita cachopa, certo?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">Já agora, sabem identificar em que localidade piscatória o grupo se encontra?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">Ampliando a foto terão maior nitidez das feições. 😉</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;">⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵</span></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com70tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-4197822228845074472024-02-26T00:00:00.010+00:002024-02-26T07:27:05.435+00:00 GATOS & GATINHOS.<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> 🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0DsIoDMzyOEI3ItCG54ByZQg3A72uOvPisIzg47Y_Ff7cak_MmZS3CpYtRJsLR-OXT8F4DRFeaUKPqJVbllOU11vHMh6Xhp4WRMN9LfEcyTXLQ-f_iO-du_duOBdRYoyTl2lIWpov9b0hsQbIrr7lgpPAMfqpLLsmeWJWqJ9iW3QDtjuN4g9Ry-_0xQ/s2048/78-sabugal-1.webp" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0DsIoDMzyOEI3ItCG54ByZQg3A72uOvPisIzg47Y_Ff7cak_MmZS3CpYtRJsLR-OXT8F4DRFeaUKPqJVbllOU11vHMh6Xhp4WRMN9LfEcyTXLQ-f_iO-du_duOBdRYoyTl2lIWpov9b0hsQbIrr7lgpPAMfqpLLsmeWJWqJ9iW3QDtjuN4g9Ry-_0xQ/w460-h400/78-sabugal-1.webp" width="460" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;">Fotografia <b><a href="https://olhares67.wordpress.com/2024/02/17/sabugal-portugal-4/"> DAQUI</a></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Se fica sozinho em casa</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">O gato não se conforma</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Dá um salto fora de asa</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">E pela janela se consola</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Consola-se a ver passar </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Na rua os passeantes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Mas em terras de feirantes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Raianas e outras que tais</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Mais frias do que as demais</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Já não passam viajantes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">E o gato à sua janela</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Cisma e pensa; "<i>que maçada!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><i>Por aqui não há mais nada</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><i>Que se veja e aprecie</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><i>Sabugal, terra beirã e fria</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><i>Dela, só gosto da cidadela!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"></span></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMMD9K1GuNvky-ybMPOszvGFZl0iixRQhHj-sXKTQjPorBCNfenF0gOkrQEf64Jazz3F5eEHL3NdCaeaiH8Ojrx171hsmvLTKSAqFxrdgoh0Vl_bIDB8KTJA7MZ2jtyelbS_Yh2mj_ZxHtg9zhN_5zCd2ONj_pA7clIrjbxgMH57KjG4_3f7NqH7hBJ_w/s404/Nt-castelo-sabugal-4.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="188" data-original-width="404" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMMD9K1GuNvky-ybMPOszvGFZl0iixRQhHj-sXKTQjPorBCNfenF0gOkrQEf64Jazz3F5eEHL3NdCaeaiH8Ojrx171hsmvLTKSAqFxrdgoh0Vl_bIDB8KTJA7MZ2jtyelbS_Yh2mj_ZxHtg9zhN_5zCd2ONj_pA7clIrjbxgMH57KjG4_3f7NqH7hBJ_w/w400-h186/Nt-castelo-sabugal-4.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto da Net<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">🐱 🐱 🐱</div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><i>____________________</i></span></p>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-90921694125637752262024-02-23T16:00:00.004+00:002024-02-24T08:42:15.828+00:00 COMO NUVENS PELO CÉU.<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgl4ZHv8wCJO-9fZ1w4iJNUsB-zwX-qgwR4_M5v2qvGYIbHX1dju0B9THuWh9KEmC8MEfhfUXOQhWxOKCwc5YAgMN4Hz5hmD4wK_SHekHGqp_au9CZiNrbpJCJDcQI0m9M3Xzw-2ZSR_zOrKja0qruJxdBTcj-76k1bwc3ZIKWEpBDMJshPRISdSQyjLY/s2023/d9015d46-f6d4-40c5-87a8-b64ff1cfc9eb.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1172" data-original-width="2023" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgl4ZHv8wCJO-9fZ1w4iJNUsB-zwX-qgwR4_M5v2qvGYIbHX1dju0B9THuWh9KEmC8MEfhfUXOQhWxOKCwc5YAgMN4Hz5hmD4wK_SHekHGqp_au9CZiNrbpJCJDcQI0m9M3Xzw-2ZSR_zOrKja0qruJxdBTcj-76k1bwc3ZIKWEpBDMJshPRISdSQyjLY/w579-h335/d9015d46-f6d4-40c5-87a8-b64ff1cfc9eb.jpg" width="579" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Merriweather Sans;">Foto Minha</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Como nuvens pelo céu<br />Passam os sonhos por mim.<br />Nenhum dos sonhos é meu<br />Embora eu os sonhe assim.<br />São coisas no alto que são<br />Enquanto a vista as conhece,<br />Depois são sombras que vão<br />Pelo campo que arrefece.<br />Símbolos? Sonhos? Quem torna<br />Meu coração ao que foi?<br />Que dor de mim me transtorna?<br />Que coisa inútil me dói?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;">***</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Merriweather Sans;"><div style="font-size: large;">Poema in <i>“Poesias Inéditas” </i>da autoria de <b>Fernando Pessoa:</b></div><div style="font-size: large;">O mais universalizado dos poetas portugueses</div><div style="font-size: large;"> desde <b>Camões</b>,</div><div style="font-size: large;"> o mais influente, o mais lido, o mais intrigante!</div><div style="font-size: large;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">_____________</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Em jeito biográfico, para o leitor interessado ir degustando durante o fim-de-semana.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">Fernando Pessoa, poeta bilingue, cidadão português ambíguo porque, no fundo, eterno estrangeiro em toda a parte, há-de continuar a ser, por muitos anos, o pretexto para uma bibliografia abundante e de qualidade variada: desde a inevitável e volumosa tese de doutoramento que poderá ou não acrescentar alguma coisa à compreensão profunda do poeta, até à delirante descoberta biográfica que há-de pretender demonstrar ter o poeta pertencido, afinal, no sector do vigor sexual, à categoria conhecida do 'português valente' e, está claro, imbatível. Pessoa tem dado, dá e continuará a dar para tudo. </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">Nascido em Lisboa, em 13 de Junho de 1888 e falecido, 47 anos depois, em 30 de Novembro de 1935, a vida de Pessoa consistiu, por assim dizer, em não haver vida. Não casou, não teve filhos, não é mesmo certo que tenha praticado, com alguma convicção, aquele acto de que pode resultar o nascimento de filhos, não teve emprego certo, não teve, tirando Mário de Sá-Carneiro, amigos que se pudessem considerar íntimos, não concluiu um curso superior, não viajou. A sua vida foi, uma sucessão ininterrupta de não aconteceres, só dramaticamente entrecortados, uma vez pelo suicídio de Sá-Carneiro. Bebeu muito – alguma coisa havia de ter feito em excesso.</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">O pai, Joaquim de Seabra Pessoa, era um pequeno funcionário, mas inteligente, lido e musicalmente dotado de cultura suficiente para se dedicar à crítica de música; a mãe, Maria Madalena Pinheiro Nogueira, era de boa cepa açoriana e recebera refinada educação.</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">O pai faleceu em 1893, tinha o futuro poeta 5 anos. Dois anos depois a mãe casa, em segundas núpcias, com João Miguel Rosa, cônsul português em Durban, a ele se indo juntar no ano seguinte. Entre 1896 e 1905, Fernando Pessoa faz os seus estudos em escolas inglesas recebendo, em 1904, o Prémio Rainha Vitória por um pequeno ensaio em inglês, como parte do exame de admissão à Universidade do Cabo.</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"> Em Agosto de 1905, regressa sozinho a Lisboa para frequentar o Curso Superior de Letras da Universidade de Lisboa. É sol de pouca dura, vindo a abandonar o referido curso ao fim de poucos meses. </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">A vida, o amor, a amizade, a Língua, a realidade do mundo, a literatura, iam ser, pela vida fora, territórios estrangeiros, não-evidências a investigar. </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">Nada lhe seria nunca dado numa bandeja. Tudo tinha sido, era, iria ser, motivo de assombro. Na alma, aceitar é perder. </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">Na perpétua exploração desse assombro estará a raiz da sua prodigiosa produção em verso e em prosa, prosseguida nos intervalos da sua mais ou menos errática profissão de correspondente comercial em línguas estrangeiras (inglês, sobretudo). </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>Se um homem conseguir escrever como vinte homens diferentes, ele será vinte homens diferentes (...) e os seus vinte livros estarão em ordem. </i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Eis, em poucas palavras, a 'justificação' da sua famosa 'invenção' dos heterónimos, invenção que não foi, como se sabe, sua, embora ele a tenha levado a um tal paroxismo de intensidade e explicitação que, de algum modo, a fez nova e, por aí, a fez sua.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b> (...) <i>"se me conheço, deveria dizer que não tenho de todo personalidade... Sou tão mutável, sendo tudo à vez e nada por muito tempo – sou uma tal mistura de bem e de mal, que seria difícil descrever-me". </i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Fernando Pessoa, repete-se, até pela multiplicação que deu à personalidade, criando cerca de trinta diferentes pessoas de vária importância, deu estatuto adulto à invenção e iluminou-a com uma intensidade capaz de nos fazer ter dela uma espécie de consciência nova, o que levaria John Pilling a afirmar ser o autor de <i>Mensagem</i> 'o mais múltiplo de todos os poetas modernos'.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">Por outro lado, teve o cuidado meticuloso e, pelos vistos, frutuoso, de mitificar, em devido tempo, a sua própria invenção, na famosa e inspirada carta que escreveu a Adolfo Casais Monteiro , na qual confere ao dia 08 de Março de 1914 o estatuto de data-viragem nos anais da história literária pessoana e portuguesa, o dia do aparecimento tumultuoso e imparável da série de poemas a que deu o título de <i>'O Guardador de Rebanhos,</i>' cujo autor, Alberto Caeiro, pagão de espécie complicada e simples, se revela, desde logo, seu mestre. Mestre que o será também, confessadamente, de Ricardo Reis e de Álvaro de Campos. </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">Cunhando medalha para a posteridade, Álvaro de Campos proclamará com o exagero militante que competentemente cultivava: "O meu mestre Caeiro não era um pagão: era o paganismo". E o próprio Pessoa fará o panegírico exaltado do seu mestre, em termos igualmente extremistas: Pascoaes virado do avesso, sem o tirar do lugar onde está, dá isto – Alberto Caeiro deixa-nos perplexos. Somos arrancados à nossa atitude crítica por um fenómeno tão extraordinário. Jamais vimos algo de parecido com ele. </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Inventado Caeiro, Pessoa tratou de lhe descobrir uns discípulos. Assim nasceram Ricardo Reis e Álvaro de Campos. </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Reis é, como Caeiro, pagão, mas tem, ao contrário do outro, rigor e densidade.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Campos é o engenheiro graduado em Glasgow, futurista, amante do mundo moderno e aerodinâmico, oscilando entre a depressão e a histeria, desprezando os homens porque não brilham nem ostentam a simplicidade eficiente das máquinas:</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>"Ah, poder exprimir-me todo como um motor se exprime.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b>Ser completo como uma máquina! </b><b>Poder ir na vida triunfante como um automóvel último-modelo!".</b></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Jogando o jogo em que se fez Mestre consumado, Pessoa traçaria, ele próprio, o perfil magistralmente recortado de Álvaro de Campos.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-9645457675550440492024-02-20T17:00:00.022+00:002024-02-22T12:11:24.126+00:00 PATOS, PATAS E PATINHOS!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='481' height='400' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxacKHnE1kix8B0itd0ByTLiIqHOoL7t-WVE9AIpYrg-J_UmeeEM24LfHpFHPz4mqTHTD0Bwutj8c5AtLtMYw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">🌻🌻🌻</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">O pequenino pato amarelo </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">É simplesmente diferente</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Não é mais feio nem mais belo</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Que são os da sua gente.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Não tem a alva brancura</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Tão pouco a mesma destreza</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Sequer reteve a frescura</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Dos que nasceram com beleza</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Mas o pequeno e desastrado Patinho </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Não ficou a chorar a um canto</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Tanto fez e ensaiou, não se fez de coitadinho</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fcff01; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Que conquistou simpatia, amor e encanto!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">🌻🌻</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">🌻🌻</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbC44X6StPAjzhxnTD9pA6dTTV4eIlM8hpBK45rzH5Lf7Dc9sGT3_BXT8mBzWPiCinVDPQ9d46PGl3tkYxlpuuXvhUv8zU3PeG47fNPA9lB2cbKoNHinOnyWNaxvAt5ASSNKboZU5T5U5HEPMZ4HbfV0-YcdeJ39rLorGyZz_XcOhv94TPMhVdnZZpkw/s709/patinho%20amarelo.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="709" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbC44X6StPAjzhxnTD9pA6dTTV4eIlM8hpBK45rzH5Lf7Dc9sGT3_BXT8mBzWPiCinVDPQ9d46PGl3tkYxlpuuXvhUv8zU3PeG47fNPA9lB2cbKoNHinOnyWNaxvAt5ASSNKboZU5T5U5HEPMZ4HbfV0-YcdeJ39rLorGyZz_XcOhv94TPMhVdnZZpkw/w200-h200/patinho%20amarelo.webp" width="200" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;">Adenda: Há pouco, ao agendar a publicação, esqueci-me de lhe dar título. Dei agora e ainda vou muito a tempo. </span><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-3125217240796749092024-02-18T08:30:00.031+00:002024-02-20T23:29:38.328+00:00 REEDIÇÃO / SOLUÇÃO DO DESAFIO PERSONALIDADES.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2V4qeqcqNG8FWR6FpJ6jpKLt3nmN_DhEOZDCtMPlZAA8lzyxONa_i8pzyfgf2n_TrMKhJL5swj53tpgLf2GgcdXC_VHqskvCAkiB681cDcehQ-0CR214U4wjWfzpWSTO0eg7aotwI3V85FTWYgy9qSon7iXLoblNK_FkEJ3-JwUxN_YYWISLE2W4e8Tw/s320/personalid..jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="318" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2V4qeqcqNG8FWR6FpJ6jpKLt3nmN_DhEOZDCtMPlZAA8lzyxONa_i8pzyfgf2n_TrMKhJL5swj53tpgLf2GgcdXC_VHqskvCAkiB681cDcehQ-0CR214U4wjWfzpWSTO0eg7aotwI3V85FTWYgy9qSon7iXLoblNK_FkEJ3-JwUxN_YYWISLE2W4e8Tw/s1600/personalid..jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Pedi que desvendassem o nome destas duas personalidades. Tal como previ não foi difícil acertar no nome da figura feminina.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Trata-se de Indira Gandhi, filha de Jawaharlal Nehru, que foi a primeira mulher a ocupar o cargo de chefe do governo indiano. Tinha o sobrenome do marido Feroze Gandhi, que por razões políticas </span><span style="color: #351c75;">havia mudado o seu sobrenome para "Gandhi"</span><span style="color: #351c75;"> .</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Brilhante estratega e pensadora, possuía grande ambição política. Como mulher e ocupando a mais alta posição do governo numa sociedade bastante patriarcal, esperava-se que Indira fosse uma líder de pouca relevância, mas as suas acções provaram o contrário.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Indira foi Primeira-Ministra da Índia entre 19 de Janeiro de 1966 a 31 de Outubro de 1984, data em que foi morta.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmObhFnTyPhrxAk5k1eKK6Yi6QhT1caNuaapEm6DjQ_mZZKwPeOr4Ba8pfuOdAzRIi4ZW7avfQ4D6Str92wNLTHaq2tykGG9QyeVeYDEDJyJCFrNLfIB9TFUJNA1CcRap5d_cdAvMc93r8Dkllh-M2PHMjbkEDKMMVh6jwxqrBWQVT5mE7pzt1zim_Qc/s1600/Indira-Gandhi-1983.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1220" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmObhFnTyPhrxAk5k1eKK6Yi6QhT1caNuaapEm6DjQ_mZZKwPeOr4Ba8pfuOdAzRIi4ZW7avfQ4D6Str92wNLTHaq2tykGG9QyeVeYDEDJyJCFrNLfIB9TFUJNA1CcRap5d_cdAvMc93r8Dkllh-M2PHMjbkEDKMMVh6jwxqrBWQVT5mE7pzt1zim_Qc/w305-h400/Indira-Gandhi-1983.webp" width="305" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /><span style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">**</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Sobre <b>Henrique Antunes Ferreira</b>, o jornalista que na primeira foto entrevista a senhora Gandhi, podem ler <a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/10333970655026840479"><b><i>AQUI </i></b></a> o seu perfil e percurso, enquanto jornalista e homem de Letras.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">O HenriquAmigo, como carinhosamente o tratam todos os que têm o privilégio de ser seus amigos, é também autor de um blog, como podem comprovar através do link acima.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Estas são algumas imagens de um Encontro de bloggers em que o Henrique também esteve presente:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Em amena cavaqueira, durante o repasto, com a Graça Sampaio, também ela desaparecida das <i>lides</i> há longo tempo:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFhEx7CFLBDtUSOcySfWDPa787Agt5SWp4yZq1d2u2AYMXXOHTu93mR0Nlb3XVsuLEkKmmBtz2k677RERtwzQaMlkGW7bOZunZAftpLSKSuLlE0006FrGbCuKS8QoEErvtLBNTWkpvyD6fPpoTMrvsaBYpQWZwDabHCZy3Lx7eqBqW-SEXqTgySk7nM0/s640/Img007.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFhEx7CFLBDtUSOcySfWDPa787Agt5SWp4yZq1d2u2AYMXXOHTu93mR0Nlb3XVsuLEkKmmBtz2k677RERtwzQaMlkGW7bOZunZAftpLSKSuLlE0006FrGbCuKS8QoEErvtLBNTWkpvyD6fPpoTMrvsaBYpQWZwDabHCZy3Lx7eqBqW-SEXqTgySk7nM0/w400-h300/Img007.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Nestas, comigo e outras comensais.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpnNekJoTM5-QlWh36lHXRpAFLofp3YU9oDzFDvMsd7IUArcjlkwltU6XKILsIl7s_5T41o-5JqE0e3cUI0329EWWg1sehyADNv5cJiLuMaUrTMq8SFc95jorHuHMDR-GK5xRz6TnBjVTTVrMR5hVktLBT3JJRdXZpDXwhH12TuzuOQNn3GXZ0PmaxqM/s178/encontro%206.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="162" data-original-width="178" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpnNekJoTM5-QlWh36lHXRpAFLofp3YU9oDzFDvMsd7IUArcjlkwltU6XKILsIl7s_5T41o-5JqE0e3cUI0329EWWg1sehyADNv5cJiLuMaUrTMq8SFc95jorHuHMDR-GK5xRz6TnBjVTTVrMR5hVktLBT3JJRdXZpDXwhH12TuzuOQNn3GXZ0PmaxqM/w400-h364/encontro%206.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIMurBZjIJpQ_EcWxbt_uthrq0-40EmgeSh0KRfP0DxXsEzOL-LpEJXp5h5oC-xpOToP42jPpUZc_nsvex5SAPZvt8gb2eGovh4BqqRufodvKd_J7Q1aTBPQ7ukX34y4BE44sk07ZgUqD_q3zSjxCuTnlTAgSFbMOCinweq6jmJvPn8sl8WpLqDzSIpQ/s178/encontro.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="178" data-original-width="178" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIMurBZjIJpQ_EcWxbt_uthrq0-40EmgeSh0KRfP0DxXsEzOL-LpEJXp5h5oC-xpOToP42jPpUZc_nsvex5SAPZvt8gb2eGovh4BqqRufodvKd_J7Q1aTBPQ7ukX34y4BE44sk07ZgUqD_q3zSjxCuTnlTAgSFbMOCinweq6jmJvPn8sl8WpLqDzSIpQ/w400-h400/encontro.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /><span style="color: #351c75;">**</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Desta vez atribuo o Prémio de melhor e mais completa resposta à <b><a href="https://ventaniasrosadas.blogspot.com/">Rosa dos Ventos</a>.</b> Disse ela:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #351c75;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">"A dama é Indira Gandhi que foi a 1ª mulher a ser primeira-ministra na India, sendo assassinada em 1983, se não estou em erro.</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">O cavalheiro é o jornalista Henrique Antunes Ferreira que tem fortes ligações à India-Goa."</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><i><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Acertaram também em ambos os nomes:</span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><a href="https://ematejoca-ematejoca.blogspot.com/"><b>Teresa Hoffbauer</b></a></span></div></div></div></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"> e</span></div></div></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><a href="https://devaneiosaoriente.blogspot.com/"><b>Pedro Coimbra </b></a></span></div></div></div></blockquote></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans;">T</span><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans;">odos os restantes participantes:</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://nma-16429.blogspot.com">Tintinaine</a> </b>/ <a href="https://existeumolhar.blogs.sapo.pt/"><b>Manu </b></a>/ <b><a href="https://fatyly-umanovacubata.blogspot.com/">Fatyly</a> </b>/ <a href="https://poetaporkedeusker.blogs.sapo.pt/"><b>Maria João Brito de Sousa </b></a>/ e <b><a href="https://vidassem.blogspot.com/">António</a> / <a href="http://azorradaboavista.blogspot.com">José </a></b>(500) /<a href="https://contempladoraocidental.blogspot.com/"><b> Catarina</b></a>, e o <a href="https://omundoegrande.blogspot.com/"><b>Agostinho,</b></a> acertaram apenas no nome da figura mais conhecida; Indira Gandhi. </span></p><p><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">O que não me surpreende, uma vez que - exceptuando um deles - não eram leitores d'<b><i>A Nossa Travessa </i></b>- o blog do Henrique.</span></p><p><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">ATÉ UM PRÓXIMO DESAFIO/ ENIGMA, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">DESPEÇO-ME</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">COM AMIZADE!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans;">( <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Ao jeito do Eng. Sousa Veloso</b></span>)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aluKlr2sHrJ5coyf0YAsNKV2NBkr8rDwBs7bf8lbnmwEIQeCXSUQOwELBRF9yChesZNXtyLUa_Uym_Xrx9WqPlT-oBhOPn6c8ufRMvWcQ4ASDyxMCavwMAqoA2BgOvQRfQaTRiFQRe9ksAy1hGKzbp7YWJPvu2INHUBct290ucPpwPk9YgvzN9m9FPE/s300/barra.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="100" data-original-width="300" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aluKlr2sHrJ5coyf0YAsNKV2NBkr8rDwBs7bf8lbnmwEIQeCXSUQOwELBRF9yChesZNXtyLUa_Uym_Xrx9WqPlT-oBhOPn6c8ufRMvWcQ4ASDyxMCavwMAqoA2BgOvQRfQaTRiFQRe9ksAy1hGKzbp7YWJPvu2INHUBct290ucPpwPk9YgvzN9m9FPE/w400-h133/barra.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-76783968462441597932024-02-15T16:00:00.001+00:002024-02-15T16:00:00.140+00:00 DESAFIO - PERSONALIDADES ( #1 )<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: medium;"><b> ===================================</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><b>Sem muitas palavras dou início a uma nova série de Enigmas & Desafios sobre personalidades mais ou menos conhecidas, consoante o grau do conhecimento de cada um.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><b>Acredito que vos seja fácil identificar a personalidade feminina, figura muito conhecida de todos quantos se interessam por política universal.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><b>Já quanto à personalidade masculina, tenho algumas dúvidas. Poucas, mas tenho! Contudo, simplificar é o meu lema. Deste modo, a pergunta que vos coloco é a seguinte:</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Qual o nome destas duas figuras que, estando lado a lado em aparente amena cavaqueira, deslocam-se em mundos muito diferentes? E qual o seu papel dentro da</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">sociedade?</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcvJ8ciN1L0dRMboTRImKn_d2ud95RgvskCNo2m-Z6f4mVnATNQ7hKz9fXQbbQm-DrEa-3cjS2z6oUMy3jim9xfoVbMWtBO_8bDul2Sny7Jf3lVBVbbK3eqMDXqbLG3nolHi4e6UiMfFYBzTktmWqtUwHAMbD8Vp_5D3EJCV5HR7VS68-6aIu0ruSaLBw/s320/personalid..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="318" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcvJ8ciN1L0dRMboTRImKn_d2ud95RgvskCNo2m-Z6f4mVnATNQ7hKz9fXQbbQm-DrEa-3cjS2z6oUMy3jim9xfoVbMWtBO_8bDul2Sny7Jf3lVBVbbK3eqMDXqbLG3nolHi4e6UiMfFYBzTktmWqtUwHAMbD8Vp_5D3EJCV5HR7VS68-6aIu0ruSaLBw/w398-h400/personalid..jpg" width="398" /></a> Ex</span></div><p style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Peço que as respostas sejam dadas em forma de pistas que não revelem abertamente o nome nem a profissão, ou cargo, que exercem ou tenham exercido. Abro uma excepção para quem tiver muita dificuldade em usar pistas com a subtileza necessária.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">[</span><b style="font-size: x-large;"> </b><span style="font-size: medium;">Ao cuidado do</span><b style="font-size: x-large;"> </b><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>António,</b> do blogue <b>VIDAS.</b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">]</span><b style="font-size: x-large;"> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Neste caso recomendo o uso do email.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Podem começar a <i>palpitar</i>!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghnbJ_P7T42VwVkDiuSyZM2yRnjE9y83_AAmcLA-PFQmZOFzVxWTgF1_3rL8jOd8Ux1URL2pMkqmDIzpz02cAr0OU-8r5JD5QUktl1838x6eXVx6ebmMs3iqy_g7kKHAAlUsFNzWvfYhGsmypZU5l9bwq2UNU-0408MtRT4D8gzKLyOiHkDzly3q6QPm8/s3264/2018-07-19%2015.09.38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghnbJ_P7T42VwVkDiuSyZM2yRnjE9y83_AAmcLA-PFQmZOFzVxWTgF1_3rL8jOd8Ux1URL2pMkqmDIzpz02cAr0OU-8r5JD5QUktl1838x6eXVx6ebmMs3iqy_g7kKHAAlUsFNzWvfYhGsmypZU5l9bwq2UNU-0408MtRT4D8gzKLyOiHkDzly3q6QPm8/w300-h400/2018-07-19%2015.09.38.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #351c75;"><br /><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">=======================</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></span></div><span style="color: #351c75;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></span><p></p>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-39570924114336322932024-02-14T00:00:00.027+00:002024-02-14T01:35:31.103+00:00 AQUI PARA NÓS!... # I<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxVGtcWx6RSTHUtEWJz7AjnnzET5PMQRw1jccx3kT1boLyRdkb_CaU7Mgt_rFKctrM7jy1WUrw-J0ck10fbrn_RxhhsJmJ_UdPvBP9prn01AuyOAfYhTGPp_zaa8Srl9XBxhzVZfejs9FB9E71_XBMjOwcQtQPFW3ikS3c2Rdbc1VMzB2LPKsXXkafcF4/s286/9bba675c-ce43-44fe-a5d9-4e1e1635fa21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="286" data-original-width="237" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxVGtcWx6RSTHUtEWJz7AjnnzET5PMQRw1jccx3kT1boLyRdkb_CaU7Mgt_rFKctrM7jy1WUrw-J0ck10fbrn_RxhhsJmJ_UdPvBP9prn01AuyOAfYhTGPp_zaa8Srl9XBxhzVZfejs9FB9E71_XBMjOwcQtQPFW3ikS3c2Rdbc1VMzB2LPKsXXkafcF4/w331-h400/9bba675c-ce43-44fe-a5d9-4e1e1635fa21.jpg" width="331" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Satisfy; font-size: x-large;"><b>Muito recentemente tive uma experiência que me veio confirmar uma teoria que fui desenvolvendo, ao longo do tempo, através de outras experiências e culminou com esta última.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Satisfy; font-size: x-large;"><b>O melhor de qualquer acontecimento na vida de alguém, - na minha tem sido assim - não será o acontecimento em si, uma vez que no durante e no após dos factos, nem sempre tudo acontece como projetámos no nosso sonho e/ou, na nossa mente e desejo.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Satisfy;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Portanto, a parte mais fascinante é a expectativa e o empenho com que se viveu o planeamento de algo importante para nós, ou assim o imaginámos. Após a sua concretização poderá o resultado ser tremendamente insatisfatório e até decepcionante...E mais não digo nem acrescento, ao já dito!</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Satisfy;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Para já e por ora, fico por aqui, nesta minha primeira conversa de Pé-de-Orelha _Com o Leitor.*</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Satisfy; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Satisfy; font-size: x-large;">Até breve e obrigada pela vossa atenção e paciência em me escutarem. </span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Satisfy; font-size: large;">😊</span></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: x-large;">*</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></span></b></span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b> "Conversa de pé de orelha"; conversa em tom baixo, sussurrando; conversa confidencial, sigilosa, em segredo.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4WagkatbE7u0xFBxeNpCZ6ohhyphenhyphenPOg8NLc8V1GobCARf4y3dCrkPXIYebP4YplbMN7SU6vT6vjy5-xShi2-iBewNIeN-HUJHXCymbomOn8mXXij9yH6O6t-4XhZlcGJhFRQW8MW9-XvnKuBlX4DrCsTms7hWGPMgui7yGp8ACQcXkBhZawU4A_X26Ous/s295/abra%C3%A7o.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="120" data-original-width="295" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4WagkatbE7u0xFBxeNpCZ6ohhyphenhyphenPOg8NLc8V1GobCARf4y3dCrkPXIYebP4YplbMN7SU6vT6vjy5-xShi2-iBewNIeN-HUJHXCymbomOn8mXXij9yH6O6t-4XhZlcGJhFRQW8MW9-XvnKuBlX4DrCsTms7hWGPMgui7yGp8ACQcXkBhZawU4A_X26Ous/w320-h130/abra%C3%A7o.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-80748177871367751182024-02-12T14:00:00.001+00:002024-02-12T14:00:00.166+00:00 A OUTRA FACE DA POESIA __ DRUMMOND DE ANDRADE.<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b> ___</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>E assim, mesmo sem a maioria absoluta, </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>foi vencedor o Tema 1.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>Que não desanime quem votou no Tema 2.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b> Ficará guardado para a Quaresma.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>Desfrutem agora </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>todos</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>destes poeminhas.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>_______________________</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5phTx9ftS61iXIBlHbhWeS3ap81LTPb5dq87q4zCCA-cZJYJxVNrWL41_0gMvFgjBFpSqVBqH3UAg1hsc9sQ19Qz8RVLM2CkG1atYKrRqHXbBC8ubayKmMSs_vx1tLlo2nUlYQ6ozBkGwaiC6CaElyTkrjzMi5IO8AtMd_2bPA-DuTuHW2_p2I496Vuo/s398/1668776909-o-amor-naturaled-cia-das-letras.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="260" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5phTx9ftS61iXIBlHbhWeS3ap81LTPb5dq87q4zCCA-cZJYJxVNrWL41_0gMvFgjBFpSqVBqH3UAg1hsc9sQ19Qz8RVLM2CkG1atYKrRqHXbBC8ubayKmMSs_vx1tLlo2nUlYQ6ozBkGwaiC6CaElyTkrjzMi5IO8AtMd_2bPA-DuTuHW2_p2I496Vuo/w290-h444/1668776909-o-amor-naturaled-cia-das-letras.jpg" width="290" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-small;"> Capa do livro "O Amor Natural". <br />Companhia das Letras.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large; text-align: left;">Publicado em 1992, cinco anos após a morte de Drummond (1902-1987), "O Amor Natural" surpreendeu aqueles que conheciam o poeta mineiro pelo seu lirismo romântico e a sua representação por vezes abstrata do amor. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: large; text-align: left;">O livro tem 40 poemas que tratam de sexo, desejo e prazer de forma direta e, alguns deles, explícita. A coletânea apresenta textos, na sua maioria, inéditos que ficaram na gaveta por longos anos e outros que tiverem circulação limitada a publicações para o público adulto e grupos artísticos e literários. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>Como observou o escritor Affonso Romano de Sant’Anna, na apresentação do livro lançado pela editora Record:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><i><b> "As palavras às vezes copulam semanticamente, e o que encontramos nestas páginas é o êxtase poético de um autor que, ao mergulhar fundo nas suas próprias sensações, desnuda também o leitor, que se vê frente a frente com as suas próprias contradições ao pensar nos limites entre o erótico e o pornográfico, o sexo e o amor".</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;">***************</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans;"><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Nota da autora do blogue:</span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Como, a meu ver, toda a pornografia é escabrosa e, pensando eu que, independentemente do conceito de Amar de cada um, o deve fazer e falar na sua intimidade, escolhi alguns poemas eróticos que não ferem a sensibilidade de ninguém. Minha, inclusivé. Depois, tudo o que for subentendido aguça muito mais o <i>'gozo'</i> ( como diria o poeta).</span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75;">E agora, vamos aos poemas.</span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">*****</span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><div>PARA O SEXO A EXPIRAR</div><div><br /></div><div>Para o sexo a expirar, eu me volto, expirante.</div><div>Raiz de minha vida, em ti me enredo e afundo.</div><div>Amor, amor, amor — o braseiro radiante</div><div>que me dá, pelo orgasmo, a explicação do mundo.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pobre carne senil, vibrando insatisfeita,</div><div>a minha se rebela ante a morte anunciada.</div><div>Quero sempre invadir essa vereda estreita</div><div>onde o gozo maior me propicia a amada.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amanhã, nunca mais. Hoje mesmo, quem sabe?</div><div>Enregela-se o nervo, esvai-se-me o prazer</div><div>antes que, deliciosa, a exploração acabe.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pois que o espasmo coroe o instante do meu termo,</div><div>e assim possa eu partir, em plenitude o ser,</div><div>de semen aljofrando o irreparável ermo.</div><div><br /></div><div>************</div><div><div>A OUTRA PORTA DO PRAZER</div><div><br /></div><div>A outra porta do prazer,</div><div>porta a que se bate suavemente,</div><div>seu convite é um prazer ferido a fogo</div><div>e, com isso, muito mais prazer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amor não é completo se não sabe</div><div>coisas que só amor pode inventar.</div><div>Procura o estreito átrio do cubículo</div><div>aonde não chega a luz, e chega o ardor</div><div>de insofrida, mordente</div><div>fome de conhecimento pelo gozo.</div><div><br /></div><div>********************</div><div><div>SOB O CHUVEIRO AMAR </div><div><br /></div><div>Sob o chuveiro amar, sabão e beijos,</div><div>Ou na banheira amar, de água vestidos,</div><div>Amor escorregante, foge, prende-se,</div><div>Torna a fugir, água nos olhos, bocas,</div><div>Dança, navegação, mergulho, chuva,</div><div>Essa espuma nos ventres, a brancura</div><div>triangular do sexo — é água, esperma,</div><div>é amor se esvaindo, </div><div>ou nos tornamos fonte?</div><div><br /></div><div>*******</div></div><div><div>A BUNDA QUE ENGRAÇADA!</div><div><br /></div><div> A bunda, que engraçada.</div><div>Está sempre sorrindo, nunca é trágica.</div><div> </div><div>Não lhe importa o que vai</div><div>pela frente do corpo. A bunda basta-se.</div><div>Existe algo mais? Talvez os seios.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ora — murmura a bunda — esses garotos</div><div>ainda lhes falta muito que estudar.</div><div><br /></div><div>A bunda são duas luas gémeas</div><div>em rotundo meneio. Anda por si</div><div>na cadência mimosa, no milagre</div><div>de ser duas em uma, plenamente. </div><div><br /></div><div>A bunda se diverte</div><div>por conta própria. E ama.</div><div>Na cama agita-se.Montanhas</div><div>avolumam-se, descem. Ondas batendo</div><div>numa praia infinita.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lá vai sorrindo a bunda. Vai feliz na</div><div>carícia de ser e balançar.</div><div><br /></div><div>Esferas harmoniosas sobre o caos.</div><div>A bunda é a bunda,</div><div><br /></div><div>redunda</div><div><br /></div><div>*********************</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj92ouXzIKj5H9PdLaOXOq9c07-Zq6G8LDhhuN2WP02SkX3I24pklmGcedAfHLCvIF7GSFn_TqVr6IHvkdoGV1rkmH-Jnb3zY85LwbqCFD8dQmEL6VI9En__DyJGLMoU8rA720Ha8aUzI1kHZx9IFYFpcu8BAtB1kw6W5rKnrcHxc2SY2yB28acewVpahc/s1280/2019-08-26%2022.24.05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj92ouXzIKj5H9PdLaOXOq9c07-Zq6G8LDhhuN2WP02SkX3I24pklmGcedAfHLCvIF7GSFn_TqVr6IHvkdoGV1rkmH-Jnb3zY85LwbqCFD8dQmEL6VI9En__DyJGLMoU8rA720Ha8aUzI1kHZx9IFYFpcu8BAtB1kw6W5rKnrcHxc2SY2yB28acewVpahc/w400-h300/2019-08-26%2022.24.05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="241" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/AUr-tuBN67o" width="373" youtube-src-id="AUr-tuBN67o"></iframe></div><br /><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><br /></div></span></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-73565733893994484452024-02-11T16:10:00.005+00:002024-02-12T12:04:30.880+00:00 SONDAGEM À NAVEGAÇÃO.<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> 🤔 🤔 🤔 </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMTHTW5G4Y-eGOytylGc7-9LvNfjS5X2u8uelnGhnGQ7l1xn8K7T7RWdlI8a7udguP8KWuRk1DsdgTi-_Oth67BBtBGyW1pTTXb4S_B1B3_7hsEe7dn9hiJuETp0BMCj0x-rSBXal2xRy7vn9liV6vA9yp5OOFLhZotwoUXlSvI-kmbRlPHvIa1yItCM/s300/images%20(3).jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMTHTW5G4Y-eGOytylGc7-9LvNfjS5X2u8uelnGhnGQ7l1xn8K7T7RWdlI8a7udguP8KWuRk1DsdgTi-_Oth67BBtBGyW1pTTXb4S_B1B3_7hsEe7dn9hiJuETp0BMCj0x-rSBXal2xRy7vn9liV6vA9yp5OOFLhZotwoUXlSvI-kmbRlPHvIa1yItCM/w320-h179/images%20(3).jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">Caros leitores, amigos, visitantes e simples curiosos. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;">Preciso da ajuda de todos vós. Com o início de uma nova semana, pretendo renovar a publicação e estou profundamente dividida entre dois temas. Gostaria que me ajudassem a tomar uma decisão. Melhor dizendo, vou deixar nas vossas mãos a preferência pelo tema que se seguirá. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;">São somente dois, como disse acima, mas muito distintos e, francamente, em tempos de Carnaval gostaria de vos sondar de modo a saber da vossa disposição. Pensar, pesquisar e saber ou...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;">Bem, o melhor é ir directa ao ponto:-</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;">1 - Alguns poeminhas eróticos da autoria de Carlos Drummond de Andrade.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;">2 - Desafio sobre Personalidades (duas numa foto)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;">**</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;">Faço saber que o número de votos é que me interessa e conta, pelo que basta referir o número do tema.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;">Quem não quiser ser identificado (?), pode votar como anónimo. É-me indiferente. Como é óbvio, só peço que seja tudo dentro dos parâmetros que o respeito e a educação exigem.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;">O prazo de votação será até amanhã ao meio-dia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;">Muito grata pela ajuda, abraço-vos a Todos! 😊</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitioRFIeEHzQlzDZSxV8ccGW1C25JCoCSIVfKiLHtuvDNVyDn9ig9StVQHpll5euNiqFa58P1n3Vtod5fgNb7A3fZr0Gjxm99JbIcbBJ2zWxkeGysGl5Mh2c7Xa5URtfxYipImoN7bVRU8vEDzUtmvvm7do4Id9D7yAEbXk-GzD-akWyWSrtT12IHmH6c/s268/balan%C3%A7o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-family: "Merriweather Sans";"><span style="font-size: medium;">***********</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-83969610968195748772024-02-09T00:00:00.022+00:002024-02-09T00:00:00.132+00:00 VAI UMA PINGUINHA?<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"> <b>================================</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>BRANCO GELADINHO...?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="719" data-original-width="526" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjia6AlLUZVkGZTBxQrcr_REpEIVz5h5ZqXMXtzkqbJp-lqIvBEp2WnfN1ia6SgDzKdCkb_9Oxhtt2VGvQtOkJWMGqq34O-iigPwA2BufOrKM1g_MinypUUk3udX6irYHuYyeXdaax4TqZJ9MyigElvvrWqR710R2wipBkcCL0lCQKK-7ZcLbjq-f4xPSo/w293-h400/f0f1b8bc-ef1d-4fec-b44b-546a2d8efa6e.jpg" width="293" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>SÓ BEBE TINTO...?</b><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyUMHSMnQPYCiUgkOZp1GXSE-OAadDkxSRX2zFBc3TnOGILsdN-0hUnMumOUKFbhJtjrvkRNsty99PjAELMYg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b> </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>MUITO...?</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>TAMBÉM SE ARRANJA!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilqOpBi6m88uegwa_ft6MaBinohtrQU8Ng_5iADVy0SYhWq7yhQ5W5ysuGDYtl4UXJXv9HDFz3SP5jYU3zJPXXE7ivjkJW7HldLm87K1Yv5Qvd62tPww6LZ_PbzlVckmcin5RS68dJYJSHUDlj4UpP3Lq6TE4qRvTREND5DFQxabmviE2zB-ndEJbR6cw/s154/transferir%20(1).jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="148" data-original-width="154" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilqOpBi6m88uegwa_ft6MaBinohtrQU8Ng_5iADVy0SYhWq7yhQ5W5ysuGDYtl4UXJXv9HDFz3SP5jYU3zJPXXE7ivjkJW7HldLm87K1Yv5Qvd62tPww6LZ_PbzlVckmcin5RS68dJYJSHUDlj4UpP3Lq6TE4qRvTREND5DFQxabmviE2zB-ndEJbR6cw/w400-h384/transferir%20(1).jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>MAS JÁ SABE:</b></div></b></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: medium;"><b>SE BEBER, NÃO CONDUZA.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>E FAÇAM O FAVOR DE SER FELIZES.</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>F E L I Z F I M - D E - S E M A N A</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Merriweather Sans;"><span style="font-size: medium;">**************************</span><br /><br /></span></p><b style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></b>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-18299306293012521012024-02-07T10:05:00.001+00:002024-02-07T10:05:00.132+00:00 AS COISAS FINDAS MUITO MAIS QUE LINDAS...ESSAS, FICARÃO!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkOXCosbzmwmyIdUyAgJXuWTs9VF-H7pE3pe6EqZxjPb0MuSB4NuUsFp2LcnWQnHJTggXLLWtTBz5x-467Y_oX2m0J-XMGqDufEriIyjhMTZ29rmitufcFz8LUtYKi8nrswdCCzVGwaBvbz1pNyTTVAY6SW6_YNtg1A0O9Sr-Ie-YA9ecydLB4kbqL_c/s100/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="84" data-original-width="100" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkOXCosbzmwmyIdUyAgJXuWTs9VF-H7pE3pe6EqZxjPb0MuSB4NuUsFp2LcnWQnHJTggXLLWtTBz5x-467Y_oX2m0J-XMGqDufEriIyjhMTZ29rmitufcFz8LUtYKi8nrswdCCzVGwaBvbz1pNyTTVAY6SW6_YNtg1A0O9Sr-Ie-YA9ecydLB4kbqL_c/w320-h269/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><b><i>MEMÓRIA</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">[</span><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: medium;">Poema de </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: medium;">Carlos Drummond de Andrade</span><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">]</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">Amar o perdido</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">deixa confundido</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">este coração.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: "Merriweather Sans";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Nada pode o olvido</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">contra o sem sentido</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">apelo do Não.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">As coisas tangíveis</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">tornam-se insensíveis</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">à palma da mão</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">Mas as coisas findas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">muito mais que lindas,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">essas ficarão.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-77816611622488060322024-02-03T17:15:00.008+00:002024-02-03T17:15:00.240+00:00 RECORDAR É...(RE)VIVER!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> ==================================</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknCW-YZltcKakfmfTbVAX_QTwLiFd8WrIzIpVmcDs3tAC5gbd7LvF_e46h_-ch952RxqAlgYpUL2gTHJ72Qy3jUcUnCs9C7pq18fOiLKaPgjkY27XpWQKeMX8IuHcQ7aRCrEVOOjMdtfwhV6fKhKS42A0QrpZVdX8adoaQGDHx8UgZScigeu3ifLpvMM/s3412/2022-03-03%2020.42.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3412" data-original-width="3096" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknCW-YZltcKakfmfTbVAX_QTwLiFd8WrIzIpVmcDs3tAC5gbd7LvF_e46h_-ch952RxqAlgYpUL2gTHJ72Qy3jUcUnCs9C7pq18fOiLKaPgjkY27XpWQKeMX8IuHcQ7aRCrEVOOjMdtfwhV6fKhKS42A0QrpZVdX8adoaQGDHx8UgZScigeu3ifLpvMM/w580-h640/2022-03-03%2020.42.10.jpg" width="580" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><b>Faz hoje um ano que o meu gato Malhado desapareceu.<br />Diziam que<i> </i>tinha<i> </i>ido<i> às gatas,</i> mas voltaria... Não voltou!</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"> A TODOS QUE POR CÁ VÃO PASSANDO </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><b><i>DESEJO UM FELIZ</i></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><b><i>FIM-DE-SEMANA!</i></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><b>❤</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><b></b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIaGW-TVmQx5Mk5LlKT_WVNKDswcw1MVsTpUDWbWU9woMtDUB3ip8NbUJ65Yokfjn3q187WiixJIc1XjVwlbTEaMXdtlOdd0ML9EWa-_RRhvFoyEqFRZ6986Lyn04O2XzfC-47yx5mUmEE0fTvIIj-VemE8h3IxBHrfcmC3po2K4rCYYyG307Ws-FNls/s200/carinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="180" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIaGW-TVmQx5Mk5LlKT_WVNKDswcw1MVsTpUDWbWU9woMtDUB3ip8NbUJ65Yokfjn3q187WiixJIc1XjVwlbTEaMXdtlOdd0ML9EWa-_RRhvFoyEqFRZ6986Lyn04O2XzfC-47yx5mUmEE0fTvIIj-VemE8h3IxBHrfcmC3po2K4rCYYyG307Ws-FNls/w288-h320/carinho.jpg" width="288" /></a></b></span></div><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>=====================</i></b></div></b></span><p></p>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-25169556656155810072024-01-31T18:30:00.001+00:002024-01-31T18:30:00.246+00:00 THERE WILL BE BANANAS...PARA QUEM GOSTAR! _______[ COM ADENDA ]<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">A Frida gostava! </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uyHOmDp2HdPMsbaf4SpX1mefEVn5vTT3earE9byxljoK8BOuE33G3zCsHPwxoqHhnx0aeykyxWvXk9KEMoWLfF-sIeEtq7WjVKGJCqaSfBzqO5E58Wwa1WphQtcsivja8CrW7DcaP9_3cxJqCKDs-ke1Ow63iWB_9esSQ9nPAhjwDQFtBJ_hFJX0onU/s640/frida%20kahlo%20-2.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uyHOmDp2HdPMsbaf4SpX1mefEVn5vTT3earE9byxljoK8BOuE33G3zCsHPwxoqHhnx0aeykyxWvXk9KEMoWLfF-sIeEtq7WjVKGJCqaSfBzqO5E58Wwa1WphQtcsivja8CrW7DcaP9_3cxJqCKDs-ke1Ow63iWB_9esSQ9nPAhjwDQFtBJ_hFJX0onU/w320-h400/frida%20kahlo%20-2.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Eu também!</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Acho que é um fruto que toda a gente gosta.</span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Será que o Rogério gosta assim tanto ou só notou a falta dela entre a abundância </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "Merriweather Sans";"><span style="font-size: large;">de frutas da </span></span><b style="color: #38761d; font-family: "Merriweather Sans"; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://ematejoca-ematejoca.blogspot.com/2024/01/uma-abundancia-de-frutas.html">Teresa?</a></b></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUTwpdUl3_q-90npLSvEicnxMLBcWcoASKBSMqbUFqbXjS5ln0cEYDg-c2iFrhfsguSx5sD66po_QLnJssb57-e5Ol_Wp4Z4uiSlfJrEAO-A9XMKgEqd1GxiRGrsGRN0mGOahYxGUBZ80bQm9_ni8a1FcjPAkPM6fRf3iTnhkirtwiCbgVwORD6wrCOI/s640/Frida%20Kahlo.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUTwpdUl3_q-90npLSvEicnxMLBcWcoASKBSMqbUFqbXjS5ln0cEYDg-c2iFrhfsguSx5sD66po_QLnJssb57-e5Ol_Wp4Z4uiSlfJrEAO-A9XMKgEqd1GxiRGrsGRN0mGOahYxGUBZ80bQm9_ni8a1FcjPAkPM6fRf3iTnhkirtwiCbgVwORD6wrCOI/w320-h400/Frida%20Kahlo.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans;">Responda quem souber. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Merriweather Sans;">Nomeadamente, o <a href="https://conversavinagrada.blogspot.com/"><b>próprio. </b></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: medium;">[Se mais alguém quiser dar continuidade ao bacanal, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: medium;">perdão, ao <b><i>bananal</i></b>, penso que as autoras da ideia não se vão importar...]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;">🍌🍌</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">ADENDA: Tinha pensado colocar o vídeo de uma marchinha, muito em voga, quando eu era miúda e ainda vivia no Alentejo. Com a pressa de dar 'corpo' a esta ideia das bananas acabei por me esquecer. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Já que o Rogério falou no macaco do Zé Cid, salvo seja, então vou deixar-vos dois vídeos em vez de um: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">O macaco...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="295" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QkNINtAnmj0" width="427" youtube-src-id="QkNINtAnmj0"></iframe></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p> <span style="font-size: large;">🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌</span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #38761d;">E a minha Chiquita:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="293" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QWzfWdFXK7I" width="410" youtube-src-id="QWzfWdFXK7I"></iframe></div><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">Oiçam e desfrutem. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Isto vai ficar por aqui uns dias largos. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #38761d;">É que elas, as mágoas, não matam, mas moem...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌</span></p><p><br style="color: black; font-size: medium;" /></p></span></span></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-65435991750843237892024-01-29T00:00:00.001+00:002024-01-29T00:00:00.133+00:00 MÃE NATUREZA.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicKdOgjMaH4jDYXAOlCQ6HEdJ2LXCZgxvnIXKUyV4Chf9bA6LjIQPrkkM6hNQRSPJ8qvhNGIF-5yKUqWuLO5yaU_y-t5MEvgtW7cTWHCvI36XQFkiAOyI0WjC65VNXyyxerWVnL40oKbqOuCThFug-VaG7l702PSzbjAxhPUAAN0K3by4KJ-m4ZdMg6qg/s2048/65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicKdOgjMaH4jDYXAOlCQ6HEdJ2LXCZgxvnIXKUyV4Chf9bA6LjIQPrkkM6hNQRSPJ8qvhNGIF-5yKUqWuLO5yaU_y-t5MEvgtW7cTWHCvI36XQFkiAOyI0WjC65VNXyyxerWVnL40oKbqOuCThFug-VaG7l702PSzbjAxhPUAAN0K3by4KJ-m4ZdMg6qg/w400-h300/65.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">A Natureza é:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Tudo o que vemos: O mar, os rios, as montanhas, as florestas, os relâmpagos, os animais, as aves, os peixes, os insectos e as plantas.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHedHp3owawPRoPsmGvCnHhyOnBi6Z6RJbiGsPKZxjWx6ooRoyb0i0JZVpFYTMhPyvdSkun9S4FynAT_1PDfRhB6uMFRG2zzR-sfe_x8Blqf79LGkqF7kdFxWdfy4zBk957lL3YmHEHLl9khkMZSD6bXcQOVu2Izl7OeykWsDBLP1UZw4iveaDo8S1H_w/s1919/Imagem%20WhatsApp%202024-01-28%20%C3%A0s%2014.44.47_b650d4fa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1919" data-original-width="1439" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHedHp3owawPRoPsmGvCnHhyOnBi6Z6RJbiGsPKZxjWx6ooRoyb0i0JZVpFYTMhPyvdSkun9S4FynAT_1PDfRhB6uMFRG2zzR-sfe_x8Blqf79LGkqF7kdFxWdfy4zBk957lL3YmHEHLl9khkMZSD6bXcQOVu2Izl7OeykWsDBLP1UZw4iveaDo8S1H_w/w300-h400/Imagem%20WhatsApp%202024-01-28%20%C3%A0s%2014.44.47_b650d4fa.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">A Natureza é:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Tudo o que ouvimos: O rumor das ondas, o som dos trovões, o cantar das cigarras, o trinar dos pássaros, a fúria dos ventos silvando por entre a ramagem das árvores....</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn6DECW-toFYKCYwHX2H_EPM3SHQdievQKmeddwU3a_DMKMISnoDWX7nJUw_hAWmavUGrQow89pjjyyDkWn3Do-a1zkRHkBGwonLpoEWkhKNUn4i0w89w7EH6na8Q-ZxTUekLayZ4tBpTjuOyRC9x-xJAH9zLnsjiTDWBIAeVZMwHtMxVVK_b-9I1-SnU/s615/IMG_20181208_151052-EFFECTS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="461" height="477" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn6DECW-toFYKCYwHX2H_EPM3SHQdievQKmeddwU3a_DMKMISnoDWX7nJUw_hAWmavUGrQow89pjjyyDkWn3Do-a1zkRHkBGwonLpoEWkhKNUn4i0w89w7EH6na8Q-ZxTUekLayZ4tBpTjuOyRC9x-xJAH9zLnsjiTDWBIAeVZMwHtMxVVK_b-9I1-SnU/w358-h477/IMG_20181208_151052-EFFECTS.jpg" width="358" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">A Natureza, somos nós:</span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Tu, eu, eles... os que choram, os que riem, os que nos beijam e abraçam, os que se deixam beijar e abraçar, os que sofrem connosco... e os outros!</span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Obrigada por estarem comigo em todas as horas e por permitirem que eu esteja convosco!</span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Um Bem-Haja, a Todos !</span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: x-large;">❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998193591388351371.post-64420070640383434142024-01-27T00:05:00.084+00:002024-02-02T15:00:12.270+00:00 PAUSA<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">ADEUS MANA.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">ATÉ SEMPRE.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOq99aqbuM1P30EVoG4k_bUvsSmgEswu0ncAfgMQt7WazxNAj7YBMhSENdTIobcycjS_NwUtrl1-evaN4bIg_xTYbSFI1Qs1EB7CMKWeiut7uXmanWafwHIXQM9VjZmjLqm-Rw5TYsKauNLRC8DuNK96siA2nGVkNy3tOuUiCrMwJKw-ZUqwIqt4uy6E/s1344/Mana.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="914" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOq99aqbuM1P30EVoG4k_bUvsSmgEswu0ncAfgMQt7WazxNAj7YBMhSENdTIobcycjS_NwUtrl1-evaN4bIg_xTYbSFI1Qs1EB7CMKWeiut7uXmanWafwHIXQM9VjZmjLqm-Rw5TYsKauNLRC8DuNK96siA2nGVkNy3tOuUiCrMwJKw-ZUqwIqt4uy6E/s320/Mana.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sempre que a vida te sorrir</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">e mesmo quando o não faça</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">não chores, não fiques triste</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">a vida é folha que voa. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A vida é </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">vento que passa.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Tecendo os ciclos da vida</div><div>veloz a aragem perpassa</div><div>em todo o ardor das paixões</div><div>quais romãs rubras e doces.</div><div>A vida é</div><div>vento que passa.</div></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXXTeO9oc6lyJI_n62Je7ukHpW5-h-uo4YC026PrimzzlW9UOwJd9kZFZmCVFHHKtPLOJ_ozTLXxJRdQc61Xq8SidhcgE7dKcn-dmoDxpKHPhRbGSuU0cEMtOXtqmpl4EpybqpSe1IAZcGLc8639FqLhqBRxZS2-pfYLkfORi-FWxwNOUDSAfindswAQ/s2048/Imagem%20WhatsApp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1971" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXXTeO9oc6lyJI_n62Je7ukHpW5-h-uo4YC026PrimzzlW9UOwJd9kZFZmCVFHHKtPLOJ_ozTLXxJRdQc61Xq8SidhcgE7dKcn-dmoDxpKHPhRbGSuU0cEMtOXtqmpl4EpybqpSe1IAZcGLc8639FqLhqBRxZS2-pfYLkfORi-FWxwNOUDSAfindswAQ/w193-h200/Imagem%20WhatsApp.jpg" width="193" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maria do Carmo Moreno Duarte<br />05 de Abril de 1939 - 26 de Janeiro de 2024</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Cai a folha, douram teus olhos de mel. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Tudo teu coração ultrapassa</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">correm devagar os dias,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">teu olhar fica mais terno</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">A vida é</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">vento que passa.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">Embranquecem teus cabelos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">recusas falar de desgraça</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">mas teu lento coração</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">não acompanha teu querer....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">...E a vida é</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;">vento que ( já não) passa...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather Sans; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHsVl7Yx7PC573ENsUHT5sUijjnCrbX8-qdA_pb6iYzmzSIaTX9UHyZWBO6I6jBcCXuO_8S73WHTGuS9pULNJqRJwKfQSdoEZdZoGK1OFmM7nRmsYogscxfH1HhYr7JbC1WIA6OxyjKHMd1Y2MrR9NDMVN1tmd6aW_eAgGTsda1wwO4vGDVEnqxTzbUlE/s320/luto%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="320" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHsVl7Yx7PC573ENsUHT5sUijjnCrbX8-qdA_pb6iYzmzSIaTX9UHyZWBO6I6jBcCXuO_8S73WHTGuS9pULNJqRJwKfQSdoEZdZoGK1OFmM7nRmsYogscxfH1HhYr7JbC1WIA6OxyjKHMd1Y2MrR9NDMVN1tmd6aW_eAgGTsda1wwO4vGDVEnqxTzbUlE/w146-h113/luto%20(1).jpg" width="146" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="43" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yi06UezKeYo" width="387" youtube-src-id="yi06UezKeYo"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Este lindo Fado que tanto gostavas de cantar,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>fomos nós que hoje, na Igreja, na hora da derradeira despedida</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> o cantámos, para ti!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Descansa em Paz, Mana.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>============================================</b></p>Janitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03766582646203980620noreply@blogger.com19