tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75645082757444903772024-02-02T00:00:20.299-08:00Esquinas da MemóriaEsquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-18108986866014740052012-08-24T19:49:00.001-07:002012-08-24T19:49:48.437-07:00Caetano Veloso - Sozinho (Ao Vivo)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wb4RauhteFA?fs=1" width="459"></iframe>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-21000291369409976072010-10-09T22:50:00.000-07:002010-10-10T00:00:29.508-07:00Kestutis Kasparavicius<span style="color:#ffcc66;">Nasceu na Lituânia em 2 de Junho de 1954.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;">As suas obras realizadas em aguarela são dedicadas ao universo infantil e estão editadas em cerca de 40 livros, em diversos países do mundo.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-QQbnK2ob6kXe-gXrWXJ-eYy2Hiy4miO92r2e8lDFawkaD-4pDkHrmXPb7chn2KMPQCpJIfD-ZqzEs77LVoUeqm4yMO4TQclLUzjX7vANihmygv5NQjmyzMxtBsTqxexceLFRKvtbZAtw/s1600/kestukis1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526300362809229282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-QQbnK2ob6kXe-gXrWXJ-eYy2Hiy4miO92r2e8lDFawkaD-4pDkHrmXPb7chn2KMPQCpJIfD-ZqzEs77LVoUeqm4yMO4TQclLUzjX7vANihmygv5NQjmyzMxtBsTqxexceLFRKvtbZAtw/s400/kestukis1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBuxiqK_1PcuFOhX2kUM4qw7VW1yhFlJv9-VFVhfKbRAxpYMxxRd-Bnqu1N_qRyPwnqzX-_xu1bcqVRxkPLnkdbkEkbadiYe5TBYh8Rwb2zvIFlCzlNMU6S9IRS6JXzbY8n3CnoWWbabaG/s1600/kestukis6.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526301661388599746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBuxiqK_1PcuFOhX2kUM4qw7VW1yhFlJv9-VFVhfKbRAxpYMxxRd-Bnqu1N_qRyPwnqzX-_xu1bcqVRxkPLnkdbkEkbadiYe5TBYh8Rwb2zvIFlCzlNMU6S9IRS6JXzbY8n3CnoWWbabaG/s400/kestukis6.jpg" /></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526308327979163922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBg-6H5FMEBWPLxbODK-eJK4NRkQrWZFnCBaCqI2JmbDIz84o-l5agBzjDGSwa1cXeDQ6uVXJHBGrCwfAsOe2989kUdPY8jypNNNNOPJxZfGAV9QhpouDXuSOcfou0mZDRGMSI-okm5j6-/s400/867302_hair-kestutis-kasparavicius.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526301039930692290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3K_bYDNfG1BiX_n2iuhpBx9HOUXRX0RQAs4gAG6BlO1n8nq86ZClY_WOlnv3AHxvYyHUBaN-ZS0gATxDVkltqBZvr3G3kjeSkt5fFfrE_uHpq5kn9az9JKoJqwfxqcI-s7YHnhBhItn_8/s400/37819918_1231359195_image03.jpg" /></span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cdcNFOJ3pH9tX55W1cMXf1dXDTYmmCrOH6XoUV5IVNj9GxHt2G4Aez1aeSUpNegzlt4F1hGxdC3RPfAQNN9HCss4OvAAZPBENtxbz0TatDnaMOEjf8kUg9rXZsKZTPGbv-WOecKygafq/s1600/kestukis15.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 353px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526302131887038578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cdcNFOJ3pH9tX55W1cMXf1dXDTYmmCrOH6XoUV5IVNj9GxHt2G4Aez1aeSUpNegzlt4F1hGxdC3RPfAQNN9HCss4OvAAZPBENtxbz0TatDnaMOEjf8kUg9rXZsKZTPGbv-WOecKygafq/s400/kestukis15.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSE0nVaZMkZE8JDqAzSnLyhGatSjdc_WazNr7LhAP2tHCQxj7Xdtb1SFaZhkpBpE0KnZ6UH5VSVQkCYTM8m9Uf1AmTHYdv3XCdZis41qljW7ju82spoRhbBw1M8GZviaHYbry03NuSZNF/s1600/37819932_1231359874_image09.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526307109313709890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSE0nVaZMkZE8JDqAzSnLyhGatSjdc_WazNr7LhAP2tHCQxj7Xdtb1SFaZhkpBpE0KnZ6UH5VSVQkCYTM8m9Uf1AmTHYdv3XCdZis41qljW7ju82spoRhbBw1M8GZviaHYbry03NuSZNF/s400/37819932_1231359874_image09.jpg" /></a>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-5755108787100867632010-10-09T17:01:00.000-07:002010-10-09T17:28:57.052-07:00O 1º Livro<div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCcYMlsFjthahG_D9cOeeAE-O_82F-1RIcNjfubju5XUo2ho6OMeP1akMaKdwCWMRvDRlMQETx3GpXi0nRwhTTBBIUgKe_swaWMqTt6CnK4nPRRjnOWYLeFxeAvwDV5G0GvwPkquOStbL/s1600/Capa.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 302px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526203485478877218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCcYMlsFjthahG_D9cOeeAE-O_82F-1RIcNjfubju5XUo2ho6OMeP1akMaKdwCWMRvDRlMQETx3GpXi0nRwhTTBBIUgKe_swaWMqTt6CnK4nPRRjnOWYLeFxeAvwDV5G0GvwPkquOStbL/s400/Capa.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Este foi provavelmente o primeiro livro que me veio parar aos meus sentidos...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi45mxKHMVdDuQPN5nED6vqmJVN_Pg3BT6UDvQjtNQyXQ5BUUcUl5I1UEWTYlZxgYJNfI5J3_Qp57qDJMtG-g2LMaH6fR8hmukYBiE31OLP-xOsQdUvtKBh4sTfrCDKaUsQLrXrqjfZ47pJ/s1600/1%C2%AA+p%C3%A1gina.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526202392780209138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi45mxKHMVdDuQPN5nED6vqmJVN_Pg3BT6UDvQjtNQyXQ5BUUcUl5I1UEWTYlZxgYJNfI5J3_Qp57qDJMtG-g2LMaH6fR8hmukYBiE31OLP-xOsQdUvtKBh4sTfrCDKaUsQLrXrqjfZ47pJ/s400/1%C2%AA+p%C3%A1gina.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526202702566299298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg73F7zy9CB1gSURre0_kO3uYOV7uBkouD9RskMiM9O6BSx3sPZZzh1zeEE0TQcGN0omTUM3QXFd-U7o0_1bMHx1cuwqZBX04fFGvuNwQRhbJxTpX32KJDD-eskX6-cujFmp0Qwd5XAhiVN/s400/2%C2%AA+p%C3%A1gina.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526202985354682946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_t7SdHmuNHLSlA-VDcY5ycodAkDBA9b9oRgGqki0IxLuj9nVu6KsbOJHduzsttCC3rB-hH0pqoqogOAcf_g2ZEsWgan4PrTAZVueYhAMZBhCbWdxSbF-EgBXStPHxB4J6V3bUtXR9-zr/s400/3%C2%AA+p%C3%A1gina.jpg" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYq868RuQCd_YG-s-rrZvYp4AU8oSKYDVppGarcTBXLrlTwPwt7PE1XVbHvNnN-Tbu_x3AttmqLSf0SVJwW92ZMQxDuFM_sYc89Ik43BPaA9Ehy5_2M5Erl3kEA8k8lxzcgzrxBmYgr4X9/s1600/Coelhos.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526204568947224114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYq868RuQCd_YG-s-rrZvYp4AU8oSKYDVppGarcTBXLrlTwPwt7PE1XVbHvNnN-Tbu_x3AttmqLSf0SVJwW92ZMQxDuFM_sYc89Ik43BPaA9Ehy5_2M5Erl3kEA8k8lxzcgzrxBmYgr4X9/s400/Coelhos.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Talvez ele, faça parte da paixão que tenho até hoje por tudo o que ilustra, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">personifica</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">con</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcMIqRvzgM9Xo5pqv3paOL2R9N7TlC95zu-j_vyr6xK6FZHP3tvdtuHYuFWSMEOhph29HI2GpJf8VgH_WfQf-vaOzaHrfIk7_O1XoVkw21sbmhBG8hQyMA8dS-A97iXcwUER7lpdRL5xbj/s1600/1%C2%BA+livro+contra+capa.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526205074668684034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcMIqRvzgM9Xo5pqv3paOL2R9N7TlC95zu-j_vyr6xK6FZHP3tvdtuHYuFWSMEOhph29HI2GpJf8VgH_WfQf-vaOzaHrfIk7_O1XoVkw21sbmhBG8hQyMA8dS-A97iXcwUER7lpdRL5xbj/s400/1%C2%BA+livro+contra+capa.jpg" /></a>ta uma história...</div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>E, de todo o imaginário para onde sou transportada até aos dias de hoje, recorrendo quase que <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">obsessivamente</span> aos ilustradores de todos os tempos.</p><p> </p>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-3829275208339304392010-10-03T11:44:00.000-07:002010-10-03T12:05:33.472-07:00Outono<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1Ry8lOJS7xCMVFSpI91aaYZhFWm_Tzxj6h-OWG8EYTrzxQnxKOh6dzZOlNwRuke2coTFd9jG6C1X_o3eW3lD3Xdij1oDmuH1JvJi1JQvvba9U3g921xmJ_oUAcXqjsFO17knQNuvxuAJ/s1600/Imagem+011.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523897503535346610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1Ry8lOJS7xCMVFSpI91aaYZhFWm_Tzxj6h-OWG8EYTrzxQnxKOh6dzZOlNwRuke2coTFd9jG6C1X_o3eW3lD3Xdij1oDmuH1JvJi1JQvvba9U3g921xmJ_oUAcXqjsFO17knQNuvxuAJ/s400/Imagem+011.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Gosto de ver o Outono a chegar</div><br /><div>Transfere com muita subtileza os azuis à natureza</div><br /><div>O ouro ao campo</div><br /><div>A azáfama das colheitas</div><br /><div>O Verão a hibernar</div>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-44098230762189608622010-10-02T11:47:00.000-07:002018-01-21T04:16:51.209-08:00Regresso<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeiURYeaSnZZ29biB_Voe3ZmtBwfNZGM5k_emfoc06UDq3E_xyWbu0U6HY_X9-YEGPQ2RYq2m-bTqvuvT9ScFzLvS1QeAr0TcJsHlgj2CBhox6_3wlpseVJ3mGMkzOaI9zXZEFrkAFH1aR/s1600/2812973.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523564123586223666" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeiURYeaSnZZ29biB_Voe3ZmtBwfNZGM5k_emfoc06UDq3E_xyWbu0U6HY_X9-YEGPQ2RYq2m-bTqvuvT9ScFzLvS1QeAr0TcJsHlgj2CBhox6_3wlpseVJ3mGMkzOaI9zXZEFrkAFH1aR/s400/2812973.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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Regresso às fragas de onde me roubaram.<br />
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Ah! Minha serra, dura infância!<br />
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Com os rijos carvalhos me acenaram,<br />
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Mal eu surgi, cansado na distância!<br />
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Cantava cada fonte à sua porta:<br />
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O poeta voltou!<br />
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Atrás ia ficando a terra morta<br />
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Dos versos que o desterro esfarelou.<br />
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Depois o céu abriu-se num sorriso,<br />
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E eu deitei-me no colo dos penedos<br />
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A contar aventuras e segredos<br />
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Aos deuses do meu velho paraíso.<br />
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Miguel Torga</div>
Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-41954222264071204642009-12-23T12:46:00.000-08:002009-12-23T12:55:31.117-08:00A toda a humanidade...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmbLdWKOny7mPq9nXsBj1gxQUodYnhsy9lz0bFpAGg9QrbVtY0LdE-vCloMrWxGywQxZqYvkLTNXr1X3zgnJwF_CeiHkenVnzbhGzKbFzfdFiwn9eKFJeyirWBijPQrtVBt5b9j8f2EwT/s1600-h/Arvore+de+Natal+2009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418537944295718930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmbLdWKOny7mPq9nXsBj1gxQUodYnhsy9lz0bFpAGg9QrbVtY0LdE-vCloMrWxGywQxZqYvkLTNXr1X3zgnJwF_CeiHkenVnzbhGzKbFzfdFiwn9eKFJeyirWBijPQrtVBt5b9j8f2EwT/s400/Arvore+de+Natal+2009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Saúde, Paz e Amor...</div>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-28311097412654816452009-12-21T17:03:00.000-08:002010-10-03T09:12:32.166-07:00Se eu fosse eu...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOo3q3DFNMsIn6B3ivPDZ5Wx3gYbVXEgIpNC75KFpABhw47HHMJrOg3k3qCu3MNJPJfvdwqrivO93QiFrsj1yZ9QuGyJOYQ5aiGswpCOScl9uEKmFTeycauQoDatvW3FDycQrrTbUHYk0e/s1600-h/Cat+Women.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417862337354441410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOo3q3DFNMsIn6B3ivPDZ5Wx3gYbVXEgIpNC75KFpABhw47HHMJrOg3k3qCu3MNJPJfvdwqrivO93QiFrsj1yZ9QuGyJOYQ5aiGswpCOScl9uEKmFTeycauQoDatvW3FDycQrrTbUHYk0e/s400/Cat+Women.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Se eu fosse eu...<br /></div><br /><div>Se eu fosse eu...se eu pudesse mesmo ser eu... o corpo seria árvore,longos braços ramos robustos e as mãos sempre em flor... o olhar nunca se perderia nem se baixaria porque destemido em busca dos sonhos pendurados pelos bicos dos pássaros,que secretamente poisariam nas palpebras irrequietas... Teria veias de papel.Em branco.Às cores.Translúcidas.Lisas de dignidade,feitas de quotidiano que de repente vem à memória e...tem que ser escrito de imediato... Nunca teria pressa.Deixaria as horas serem poemas a cravarem-se-me na pele:o tempo a demorar e a ser soneto d'amor... Talvez mudasse de lugar várias vezes,talvez abarcasse essa alma cigana,que ninguém segura;talvez criasse raízes e fosse sangue a ferver na terra que fizesse minha,ou talvez me arrancasse da terra para sorver o sol,o sal... Poderia ter um nome...não seria importante. Poderia guardar muitos segredos.Lançá-los à luz para se decifrarem a si mesmos...poderia sentar-me à beira-mar,colher o azul e guardá-lo para espalhá-lo quando os dias se tornam cinzentos... Se eu fosse eu...queria ser uma lição de ternura e ter a coragem de a ensinar ao mundo que me tem presa. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><em>Texto da minha Amiga Lindíssima, Cinda Duarte<a href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/profile/displayJournal.do?ownerId=186296251">http://www.hi5.com/friend/profile/displayJournal.do?ownerId=186296251</a> Obrigada por isto e por tudo, CEREJINHA A BALOIÇAR:)</em></strong></div>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-17738803115121219882009-12-02T16:20:00.000-08:002009-12-02T16:57:51.211-08:00Eugene Goldin<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwr8-sgP_vycQioSNx1Rl0_IaqMA9TF0nX4KnRnUCrQLQu5usAUK5BGpjQ6ieQ2d2dA5I5jcp_Ej2uRxFPKO6ubP401x-ECUsswuYanF4nhtf4jzAJMXIxXTsft5qLG1c3vDZhxcM_rvL7/s1600-h/In-+deep+in+though-+style....jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410802763053160690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwr8-sgP_vycQioSNx1Rl0_IaqMA9TF0nX4KnRnUCrQLQu5usAUK5BGpjQ6ieQ2d2dA5I5jcp_Ej2uRxFPKO6ubP401x-ECUsswuYanF4nhtf4jzAJMXIxXTsft5qLG1c3vDZhxcM_rvL7/s400/In-+deep+in+though-+style....jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>É certamente nos últimos tempos, um dos artistas que mais visito, para me deleitar.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Descoberta do acaso, andando por aí!</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410803244867146754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmU6c-kvh8eJhPv0qJL-rd8AyHzt5MR0ri3NUTmezystoywzwJT9bJwP8PDnH_QbO75b9fa4w27sTXyySAbiyB_gn7Rrla0vz6HlV1bw_GoI0rnv7h7RByP5mQXr6x71V0X38UENl3-wO4/s400/In+style+of-magic+mirror-....jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Eugene Goldin é Natural de N.Y, </div><br /><br /><div>Designer Gráfico, fotógrafo...</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Vá espreitar e <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCetFCA8LD-lGhTL891ZAEbTF1LI4Efx2oFw-txKsEp12wcjoIm-b2DU6yN1z4W_Rfi5w-uZM8C8XW-yd8Wxa0NsmsgysnSQe8uEt6p9myYK-tBxpKt35ls3swWqDCqPKIq6RgI8dGEEB3/s1600-h/In+Caribbean+style....jpg"></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/egold/">http://www.flickr.com/people/egold/</a> depois será livre de comentar.</div><br /><div><strong>Nota:</strong> Os trabalhos do artista em questão estão ainda, acompanhados de excelentes textos.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5RAB2WeJYxr7ryG7QGomWczcYF04Z2EoKxLZUyQQE-cBYw64alZR9hcqKA5Rnfb7h1IlFRUGQkIlGbwkXM4ZkP12OVgY2f9e4Bz0F2f13t4-gfG7X6Ia0k_wKlIPN5sAjhv5P3tu0CdVt/s1600-h/In+Caribbean+style....jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410807329303038882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5RAB2WeJYxr7ryG7QGomWczcYF04Z2EoKxLZUyQQE-cBYw64alZR9hcqKA5Rnfb7h1IlFRUGQkIlGbwkXM4ZkP12OVgY2f9e4Bz0F2f13t4-gfG7X6Ia0k_wKlIPN5sAjhv5P3tu0CdVt/s400/In+Caribbean+style....jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-21688885511041756822009-11-29T11:38:00.000-08:002010-10-03T09:12:13.247-07:00Horário do Fim<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8xVu-nrj9nnPw8YqzHSu1hCNYcylDGXBfWUtJgdn8IcN8GZAavvU60odsV3p8bo95gNFXbMMZO3CoBU3C9s98BZtwyZfgzyTTaRCTmA7K00Y8yh7JOtlN2dQqDpuXz_EyqYNIBuekY9S3/s1600/IMG_9501.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409614037090252786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8xVu-nrj9nnPw8YqzHSu1hCNYcylDGXBfWUtJgdn8IcN8GZAavvU60odsV3p8bo95gNFXbMMZO3CoBU3C9s98BZtwyZfgzyTTaRCTmA7K00Y8yh7JOtlN2dQqDpuXz_EyqYNIBuekY9S3/s400/IMG_9501.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />morre-se nada</div><br /><div>quando chega a vez </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>é só um solavanco </div><br /><div>na estrada por onde já não vamos</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>morre-se tudo </div><br /><div>quando não é o justo momento </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>e não é nunca esse momento </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>Mia Couto, in "Raiz de Orvalho e Outros Poemas"</em> </div>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-48866595008087629392009-11-11T19:45:00.000-08:002009-11-11T20:06:37.025-08:0012 anos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwIMmEfbmJKKeSnMPXLJMqn4y3BmiiEmltqru2aShu5NDBRjPfB7WPeQq67CtkoqqHcGx90zin8CXZVAgMndWrOxVyocXcGIfK4MjUx4mDFYba-Yi-JQukRbU82i3-XpL-4CijnhXX2Wz/s1600-h/IMG_4150.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403063341702112386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwIMmEfbmJKKeSnMPXLJMqn4y3BmiiEmltqru2aShu5NDBRjPfB7WPeQq67CtkoqqHcGx90zin8CXZVAgMndWrOxVyocXcGIfK4MjUx4mDFYba-Yi-JQukRbU82i3-XpL-4CijnhXX2Wz/s400/IMG_4150.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipuryIbsZd-bhSxYh7wALSFnuWjyrJAIQxtu8HLUavww-dHCktcotiO6k9UAkvC1wnEr1O5DmSScXQ5-TGHoKNNJqOr8gAJKx9Oe_q4kwwbC6shYPnYDzwdhwE34sMxC0F9CmLbCeK6Ox/s1600-h/IMG_3523.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403058975660599538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipuryIbsZd-bhSxYh7wALSFnuWjyrJAIQxtu8HLUavww-dHCktcotiO6k9UAkvC1wnEr1O5DmSScXQ5-TGHoKNNJqOr8gAJKx9Oe_q4kwwbC6shYPnYDzwdhwE34sMxC0F9CmLbCeK6Ox/s400/IMG_3523.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Jamais te esquecerei minha linda Donzela:(</div></div>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-10992225114706411472009-10-31T19:09:00.000-07:002010-10-03T09:18:21.175-07:00Cores & Palavras<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmwkOawyrilPGQlokgZL-RaS5r_ezkJdUGGOcC5n1ETvtYQvCRjpGzzrWpkO6lwYsSh4bD7W1YNUJGP24U6Df2hhPgJzOCzXy5Tu-CZbobjI11xj66B42qKA2bCuIj-oOuCVhfb39BiiwL/s1600-h/Avenue+1962.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398963605267274978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmwkOawyrilPGQlokgZL-RaS5r_ezkJdUGGOcC5n1ETvtYQvCRjpGzzrWpkO6lwYsSh4bD7W1YNUJGP24U6Df2hhPgJzOCzXy5Tu-CZbobjI11xj66B42qKA2bCuIj-oOuCVhfb39BiiwL/s400/Avenue+1962.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Se tanto me doi que as coisas </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>passem</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>É porque cada instante em<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>mim foi vivo</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Na busca de um bem definitivo</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Em que as coisas de Amor se</div><div></div><br /><div>eternizassem<br /></div><br /><div>Sofia de Mello Breyner<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ueNYYsR4yFHSkmWI12wcJQupuO1hHp0EkwL82eDmgYnNH98GUzA_O1YDBeWd89foBZ9Cve1N-l1KhyK19Jez6acBisGbYmUuam21bkvt7OBKTzZb23FmogXV8uOoZ1IuU8uyM3PBoOlE/s1600-h/Sunce%20u%20oku,%2073x60-100x86%20cm,%205250%20kn%20.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398956218912245442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ueNYYsR4yFHSkmWI12wcJQupuO1hHp0EkwL82eDmgYnNH98GUzA_O1YDBeWd89foBZ9Cve1N-l1KhyK19Jez6acBisGbYmUuam21bkvt7OBKTzZb23FmogXV8uOoZ1IuU8uyM3PBoOlE/s400/Sunce%2520u%2520oku,%252073x60-100x86%2520cm,%25205250%2520kn%2520.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplVSYmvJDvJxXpedbqU3IHCxWSloTj_-E2zpjxlWiAuBRWUJFvsxjVayCxT7ApjI67lxFGkDmEBMLaUjwp1vbxPgzBlcKrheMvem0aXlhNQ8gY87520hEBndlGz0o4DiidCeOf_10Cw7E/s1600-h/cvijet47x3865x50cm2250krp2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398958722909708466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplVSYmvJDvJxXpedbqU3IHCxWSloTj_-E2zpjxlWiAuBRWUJFvsxjVayCxT7ApjI67lxFGkDmEBMLaUjwp1vbxPgzBlcKrheMvem0aXlhNQ8gY87520hEBndlGz0o4DiidCeOf_10Cw7E/s400/cvijet47x3865x50cm2250krp2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Imagens do Pintor Naif-Ivan Rabuzin</span></em></div></div></div></div>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-31886839460283817712009-10-27T17:20:00.000-07:002009-10-27T17:41:56.507-07:00Bairro AltoApetecia-me discutir o som das palavras<br /><br />Viver o significado de cada sílaba<br /><br /><br />Sentar-me nos contornos do teu corpo,<br /><br /><br />Devorar estoicamente a sedução de cada um dos gestos!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397443090348450818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0P7zxaXz2Gv4GbSDn4Y3LT5azwH20ZuHthNVFUD5Ksh0KWnta0YPlSQMjVomcNkrQTpxyf9WOTGqBUKMS0EFzsAcGAcJjVnpBmugVb4uxAPMxxXkp96EbuaPa02vP3-1Jm_GV-3mHpte/s400/IMG_3755.jpg" border="0" />Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-59852966268533251002009-10-17T11:35:00.000-07:002009-10-17T19:21:23.024-07:00Azenhas do Mar<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAi6EpKNgtl_885vueELMt57vG3ZHh8t5sGlqS7bBQxDROdlvfnlJZm14oSDiQIa4DjvTFYZHd7q23vfjP7FygdkZsbmjeCbh7TyRnvec1-xI2iC3wMSDsOtQ6tbQUzjGzbLHx8vV6zayB/s1600-h/IMG_9731.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393757355909619682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAi6EpKNgtl_885vueELMt57vG3ZHh8t5sGlqS7bBQxDROdlvfnlJZm14oSDiQIa4DjvTFYZHd7q23vfjP7FygdkZsbmjeCbh7TyRnvec1-xI2iC3wMSDsOtQ6tbQUzjGzbLHx8vV6zayB/s400/IMG_9731.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Sentia aquela brisa num pulsar </div><div>Nos contornos do vento</div><div>Nas marés cheias</div><div>No revolto das ondas</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0onOLu4cPPTJSjfWk2bEOCuffifP9UepnVTYo1mgdor9_e836PlCqwS2Rly18UviQyznhT-QCM29lI5ee7q7Xr5n7zc0zx8SyBq8lnRpuJEheP3_cYQn-qjfT7H6c0flqn9ow-kY6Gk-/s1600-h/Matando+a+Sede+das+flores+e+da+alma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393757866685568194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0onOLu4cPPTJSjfWk2bEOCuffifP9UepnVTYo1mgdor9_e836PlCqwS2Rly18UviQyznhT-QCM29lI5ee7q7Xr5n7zc0zx8SyBq8lnRpuJEheP3_cYQn-qjfT7H6c0flqn9ow-kY6Gk-/s400/Matando+a+Sede+das+flores+e+da+alma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFNsuAwBCAzHwoaV3ClJoHrI63EC-DNMFEh3PcF1wMFy8Hf_PfYjKuFfMfganiQVans-AV1zKMMWEJFHevCjyH-SnbsxMC-J5cfhHyWD5u2hrAvBCCf7Yr5Gr73K4avvvgzB4AR2BnQ3e/s1600-h/IMG_9697.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393758563105100738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFNsuAwBCAzHwoaV3ClJoHrI63EC-DNMFEh3PcF1wMFy8Hf_PfYjKuFfMfganiQVans-AV1zKMMWEJFHevCjyH-SnbsxMC-J5cfhHyWD5u2hrAvBCCf7Yr5Gr73K4avvvgzB4AR2BnQ3e/s400/IMG_9697.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-61890580152029827372009-09-28T12:12:00.000-07:002009-09-28T12:42:52.095-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLR2yO4LFY_nu3PZ0UkSaimMG3-sO9a1400E4-_rL0danx-TBx9ejfaIlM7Yhjc6dGFPjYQLlpcw7seuNszGOHOhiFltGO8veqEVFtejXCisevPWPVSlvdDnGggItckruFgHxw67D5W6a-/s1600-h/IMG_5904.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386605794853243730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLR2yO4LFY_nu3PZ0UkSaimMG3-sO9a1400E4-_rL0danx-TBx9ejfaIlM7Yhjc6dGFPjYQLlpcw7seuNszGOHOhiFltGO8veqEVFtejXCisevPWPVSlvdDnGggItckruFgHxw67D5W6a-/s400/IMG_5904.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Depois de algum tempo a divagar por este mundo cibernautico, resolvi colocar alguma ordem nisto.</div><br /><br /><div>Comecei pelo blog que tinha...fim de linha! Abri este, no qual pretendo incluír todos os meus amigos, falar de arte, literatura, divulgar actividades, pessoas...etc. </div><br /><br /><div>Aprendi tanto por aqui estes últimos anos, conheci gente com tanto valor, fiz algumas amizades, que pretendo de certa forma valorizar todo esse contexto e trazer uma vida diferente para dentro de casa.</div><br /><br /><div>Dar ao tempo uma outra cor, luz e espaço. </div>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-51905035243809927742009-09-26T12:30:00.000-07:002009-09-26T13:56:51.040-07:00Aldeia do Xisto<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsmPPFCVwx18pC4VmiBtNWfSKDJwzij_JuKxSvHWQKsDYprWEhuVP_hXEDq0DBMANMwtMJgdbjnm813kMDXHCh5g-LfF3H1FPSnWxR7-k9yGCR_2CA-W8vHYJXWqT4ezpYn6qTImenj4S/s1600-h/IMG_8933.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385882409296353346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsmPPFCVwx18pC4VmiBtNWfSKDJwzij_JuKxSvHWQKsDYprWEhuVP_hXEDq0DBMANMwtMJgdbjnm813kMDXHCh5g-LfF3H1FPSnWxR7-k9yGCR_2CA-W8vHYJXWqT4ezpYn6qTImenj4S/s400/IMG_8933.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRLmhXPU-iAyAlc2rKjAJLrCMMq9xItQdJnrHMxkJZP2MpC9DekPMXSX5a2tbrOt3N_TC1_DJ5yKKfKvMTcs5Vb82MPD99vqRdBTp6sO5Z3IRtqY94Wmuvj3Ekn8wZttKScg1SLehVBxQ/s1600-h/IMG_8895.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385881633268909922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRLmhXPU-iAyAlc2rKjAJLrCMMq9xItQdJnrHMxkJZP2MpC9DekPMXSX5a2tbrOt3N_TC1_DJ5yKKfKvMTcs5Vb82MPD99vqRdBTp6sO5Z3IRtqY94Wmuvj3Ekn8wZttKScg1SLehVBxQ/s400/IMG_8895.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>A curiosidade que desde sempre me tem levado a subir e a descer as nossas serras, faz-me descobrir aldeias encantadoras. Penedos,vales com encostas cheias de uma vegetação luxuriante, rios, ribeiras, albufeiras...</div><br /><br /><div>Um verdadeiro óasis, um vasto património histórico e etnográfico.</div><div></div><div>Exemplos disso são Janeiro de Baixo.<br /></div><div>Numa das minhas incursões pela Pampilhosa da Serra à procura de mergulhar nos domínios do Rio Zêzere e descobrir mais uma Aldeia do Xisto.</div></div>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-39473047739726573132009-09-25T20:04:00.000-07:002009-09-25T20:18:30.525-07:00Fragas S.Simão<div><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>"Onde subsistem mantos da flora original da região."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyBvUAxjyXLIaFby9deuAul6oYjR7qK21xlCPV-KkNj0IBrhUYoF9Zj_43TB8Fp3gVcDdu-6kqTpAak_2TOpmIfmXY9uptGy9nVn6-zu_V1Jy82ZjN4djdIue_LKpKT7NGykag661e7Gy3/s1600-h/IMG_4850.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385609493664074562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyBvUAxjyXLIaFby9deuAul6oYjR7qK21xlCPV-KkNj0IBrhUYoF9Zj_43TB8Fp3gVcDdu-6kqTpAak_2TOpmIfmXY9uptGy9nVn6-zu_V1Jy82ZjN4djdIue_LKpKT7NGykag661e7Gy3/s400/IMG_4850.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385608907197653970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSUT4-1pbFPxAK9_OSC7wrt4DmPYY1KC93OuYcLji3F4LCl8ou15YeYuEMFNeogcw1wA8DVGFauWsKxwhDhhczh0ebLFLGUbP31eF9aRweBwI-mpH2wgKziibJnJRu5CjHQGZ8xPf199v/s400/IMG_5003.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564508275744490377.post-81496862563059972812009-09-25T18:25:00.000-07:002010-10-09T22:18:51.157-07:00Janeiro de Baixo<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5g-QVhnydaFacTybjNhHpfFeNy3hFz7GeCemqNTNyySFx1NHE_GExpU6kLsTjUC92nLHkWpWtGRpcW6HUfqR9DHSYDUO1Q0bdAl6wzSMtSBympldsJcoA7xZUTjr728BEjh1ZXtSKs8Q/s1600-h/IMG_8878.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385583031827322898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5g-QVhnydaFacTybjNhHpfFeNy3hFz7GeCemqNTNyySFx1NHE_GExpU6kLsTjUC92nLHkWpWtGRpcW6HUfqR9DHSYDUO1Q0bdAl6wzSMtSBympldsJcoA7xZUTjr728BEjh1ZXtSKs8Q/s400/IMG_8878.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><p>"O local é idílico, pois os vales serpenteados <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnwKo8G83OtRwM3b-SVn0lm2BRrMjd3hsR88wlYnO1WX5hrZMSIVOFlYnzoOxgxITUxB7bOAZrHUaEQ1wqiQgRU2qR0JdnqED7bWnh85eDhSdG_AR3AGVoAFZhBROC5eBgulD3LcTCCfnC/s1600-h/IMG_8893.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385583742359034034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnwKo8G83OtRwM3b-SVn0lm2BRrMjd3hsR88wlYnO1WX5hrZMSIVOFlYnzoOxgxITUxB7bOAZrHUaEQ1wqiQgRU2qR0JdnqED7bWnh85eDhSdG_AR3AGVoAFZhBROC5eBgulD3LcTCCfnC/s400/IMG_8893.jpg" /></a>pelo Zêzere são do mais belo e </p><br /><br /><br /><p>relevante património natural das Beiras e de Portugal continental."</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385584885223710530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5i9mdFIflFfACulCNteuitmcudtrAvfIKzAhXHWV5pKKM6Sk2wyIhVziwH8AMwufbwY_sJxNs4FSSwrCXC700242z-yL4E2nl98VbPih-DWysSk_fWn4hBLRgoaWVaInzdsGYZgPkXVgH/s400/IMG_8889-1.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><blockquote><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p></blockquote></div>Esquinas da Memóriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992776767359584100noreply@blogger.com0