tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372297802009-10-11T02:03:20.836Zuma palavra ou duas por imagem para despertar a olhar um dia novo.weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-53382246402456655402007-12-14T02:21:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:29:47.700Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/R2Ho3QK6V6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/XeYQiEKzwdU/s1600-h/358868319_626bf23bdb_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143648285365000098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/R2Ho3QK6V6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/XeYQiEKzwdU/s320/358868319_626bf23bdb_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by madalena pestana</span></em></strong></div><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">quis tanto ler-te como se lê um poema</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">desta vez não podia. era-te a mãe.</span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></p><br /><div align="center"><em><br /><strong></strong></em></div></span><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-5338224640245665540?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-87515658698037731232007-07-08T19:08:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:08:02.195Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RpE2cxHlg5I/AAAAAAAAASw/dNhJ-buMr_I/s1600-h/Imagem+4460.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084905322127393682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RpE2cxHlg5I/AAAAAAAAASw/dNhJ-buMr_I/s320/Imagem+4460.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by</span></em></strong> <em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"> madalena pestana</span></strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">a beleza das jóias que a riqueza nos traz</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">não se compara à que a natureza, na origem, faz</span></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-8751565869803773123?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-60112793197856749222007-06-02T15:41:00.000Z2007-06-03T00:41:20.065Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RmGQBpjebtI/AAAAAAAAASg/dLJIkD2vElo/s1600-h/9www.users.qwest.net.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071493013404806866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RmGQBpjebtI/AAAAAAAAASg/dLJIkD2vElo/s320/9www.users.qwest.net.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo from www.users.qwest.net</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a água corre como o tempo corre</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">e as verdades vão se moldando </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">ao tempo </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">como as rochas arredondam com a água</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-6011279319785674922?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-5404970499574997762007-05-09T19:13:00.000Z2007-05-31T09:30:02.746Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6VhJjebhI/AAAAAAAAARA/WF0vOv-jRQ0/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+feather.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070654627198692882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6VhJjebhI/AAAAAAAAARA/WF0vOv-jRQ0/s320/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+feather.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by madalena pestana</span></em></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">uma pena no vento foi a certeza aberta</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">de que o amor partiu para parte incerta</span></p><br /><div align="center"><br /></div></strong><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-540497049957499776?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-58358965138156467692007-04-25T04:05:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:09:49.325Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6V8ZjebiI/AAAAAAAAARI/MjeoHAFcZf0/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+cão.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070655095350128162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6V8ZjebiI/AAAAAAAAARI/MjeoHAFcZf0/s320/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+c%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by madalena pestana</span></em></strong><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">um animal abandonado</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">assemelha-se demais</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">aos velhos do meu País...</span></strong></p><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-5835896513815646769?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-74444287134239023232007-04-22T13:53:00.000Z2007-05-31T09:33:20.231Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6WSZjebjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nUcwZjTG4uc/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+mono.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070655473307250226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6WSZjebjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nUcwZjTG4uc/s320/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+mono.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by Mike Finley</span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>a flor de uma só cor</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>é como o amor</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">de uma palavra só!</span><br /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-7444428713423902323?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-10668092203990287662007-04-19T15:28:00.000Z2007-05-31T09:34:52.084Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6WqpjebkI/AAAAAAAAARY/nqJYZmXS_Oo/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+deserto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070655889919077954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6WqpjebkI/AAAAAAAAARY/nqJYZmXS_Oo/s320/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+deserto.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by Gabor Dobranyi</span></em></strong><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">o deserto tem a elegância de ter ondas<br /><br />e a sabedoria de ter sido mar</span> </strong></span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1066809220399028766?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-60856972096540045742007-04-15T02:42:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:11:58.349Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6XepjeblI/AAAAAAAAARg/TuH4uhvTO1c/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+criança.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070656783272275538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6XepjeblI/AAAAAAAAARg/TuH4uhvTO1c/s320/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+crian%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>photo by </em></strong></span> <em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">madalena pestana</span></strong></em></div><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">se uma criança pára para me olhar</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">existo muito mais que quando penso<em>.</em></span></strong></p><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-6085697209654004574?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-11338279339790888572007-03-20T15:28:00.000Z2007-03-20T16:03:39.309Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RgAFJpvoRdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xPSSfFZjBKY/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+Red_Cactus_Flower+by+Birgitte+Knaus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044037246037542354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RgAFJpvoRdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xPSSfFZjBKY/s400/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+Red_Cactus_Flower+by+Birgitte+Knaus.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Red Cactus Flower by Birgitte Knaus </em></strong></span></div><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">se me dão uma flor cercada a espinhos</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">aceito-a</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">foi-me dada com vontade</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1133827933979088857?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-88283308984105926642007-03-07T22:55:00.000Z2007-03-07T23:06:03.560Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Re9EDXfCv_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/gWKjeXfmw-g/s1600-h/Lydia1Bob+Bauer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039321332685389810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Re9EDXfCv_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/gWKjeXfmw-g/s400/Lydia1Bob+Bauer.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Lydia Bob Bauer</em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">abençoada a flor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">atrever assim em meio à indiferença</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">abrir-se toda em côr.<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-8828330898410592664?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-47888041424127931912007-02-27T12:04:00.000Z2007-02-27T12:08:58.065Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/ReQeaRbU2lI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QvfEWS_CZdM/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+weavernest+junglephotos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036183720010504786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/ReQeaRbU2lI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QvfEWS_CZdM/s400/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+weavernest+junglephotos.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">weavernest at junglephotos</span></em></strong> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>aproximam-se as aves de outras aves</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>para quem não voa cresce a solidão </strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;">não há primavera para um olhar no chão.</span></strong><br /></p><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4788804142412793191?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-14075602391830826432007-02-24T22:59:00.000Z2007-05-31T09:40:49.144Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6X95jebmI/AAAAAAAAARo/nbvnOGo71bM/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+jangada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070657320143187554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6X95jebmI/AAAAAAAAARo/nbvnOGo71bM/s320/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+jangada.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by Lee Wilce</span></em></strong></div><p><br /> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>madeira velha libertei os pregos</strong></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>que fizeram de mim </strong></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>jangada ou ponte</strong></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1407560239183082643?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-58610343557496634142007-02-23T20:06:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:13:27.867Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6YgpjebnI/AAAAAAAAARw/FvsnZFRllwc/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+vbeia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070657917143641714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6YgpjebnI/AAAAAAAAARw/FvsnZFRllwc/s320/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+vbeia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rd9KehbU2iI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P3MTQ5Uo0Iw/s1600-h/Imagem+1069.jpg"></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by madalena pestana</span></em></strong></div><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">instalou-se o silêncio</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">no sangue </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">que me corre dentro às veias.</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-5861034355749663414?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-18807713619147399382007-02-21T00:08:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:17:31.659Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6Y_pjeboI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Lego-qFh0V4/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+árvore.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070658449719586434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6Y_pjeboI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Lego-qFh0V4/s320/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+%C3%A1rvore.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RduOBhbU2cI/AAAAAAAAANs/6nPmWnAmRHQ/s1600-h/Imagem+914.jpg"></a><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by Madalena Pestana</span></strong></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">couracei-me de espinhos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">antes disso</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">entreguei-te a verdade</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1880771361914739938?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-75181308384669666562007-02-19T18:41:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:15:30.229Z<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RmIPOZjebuI/AAAAAAAAASo/Agzts7MTCB8/s1600-h/Imagem+3851.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071632870424866530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RmIPOZjebuI/AAAAAAAAASo/Agzts7MTCB8/s320/Imagem+3851.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em> <span style="font-size:85%;">photo by Madalena Pestana</span><br /><br /><br /></em></strong><div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RdnvnxbU2aI/AAAAAAAAANU/xJrHLWuZIOo/s1600-h/!!Marianne+Le+Carrour.jpg"></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>que pena das penas</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="center"><br /></div><strong></strong></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>são minhas. são minhas!</strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></p><strong></strong></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>vou ter de as soltar</strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>para poder voar.</strong></span></p><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-7518130838466966656?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-83540725492740686612007-02-18T01:22:00.000Z2007-02-18T01:31:33.644Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RdernrgHgeI/AAAAAAAAANA/_rLnJCa8kmY/s1600-h/árvore++Eduard+Grass.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032679806790500834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RdernrgHgeI/AAAAAAAAANA/_rLnJCa8kmY/s320/%C3%A1rvore++Eduard+Grass.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>Eduard Grass</strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">a mão de vento que me despenteia</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">leva-me o sonho para me aliviar</span></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-8354072549274068661?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-14077383881711166302007-02-16T11:35:00.000Z2007-02-16T13:45:22.672Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RdWXALgHgcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2ZQuDvFQukc/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+flor+at++mysouthwest..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032094187999691202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RdWXALgHgcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2ZQuDvFQukc/s320/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+flor+at++mysouthwest..jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">at mysouthwest</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">há uma chuva de não </span></strong></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">sobre a flor do amor </span></strong></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">que estava a cultivar.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></p><div align="center"><br /></div></span></strong><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1407738388171116630?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-48447054041135945792007-02-14T16:17:00.000Z2007-05-31T09:57:52.959Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6b5JjebsI/AAAAAAAAASY/Gymd3QNQtjY/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+ave.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070661636585320130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6b5JjebsI/AAAAAAAAASY/Gymd3QNQtjY/s320/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+ave.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">by_santi_jasco</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>beija-me da distância</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>como quem sussurra</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>amo-te</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>em roçagar de penas.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4844705404113594579?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-40766673979087081052007-02-11T00:29:00.000Z2007-05-31T09:47:39.410Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6ZsZjebpI/AAAAAAAAASA/iAd-NBvfsG8/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+gota.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070659218518732434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6ZsZjebpI/AAAAAAAAASA/iAd-NBvfsG8/s320/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+gota.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rc5lvrgHgWI/AAAAAAAAALk/oZbt-4qxTXg/s1600-h/marilyn+k+holmberg.jpg"></a><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">photo by</span></strong></em> <strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;">marilyn k holmberg</span></em></strong></div><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">qualquer queda de água</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">me faz</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">cair em mim</span></p></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><em><br /></em></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4076667397908708105?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-59218044727615970102007-02-05T23:45:00.000Z2007-02-05T23:53:45.054Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RcfCLz1FGnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nCsh7G_jiIU/s1600-h/!+000+I+Mariusz+Gakat.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028201017129638514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RcfCLz1FGnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nCsh7G_jiIU/s400/!+000+I+Mariusz+Gakat.jpg" border="0" /></em></strong></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em> Mariusz Gakat</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>tão simples afinal</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>mal-me-quer... bem-me-quer...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>e o medo que eu tenho de saber?</strong></span></p><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-5921804472761597010?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-37967031177556744122007-01-29T17:01:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:18:23.066Z<p align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/madalena_pestana/380841252/"><img height="180" alt="the little hope of an old tree in a cloudy day" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/380841252_49a077e440_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></p><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;">photo by Madalena Pestana</span></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">e a árvore rugosa que hoje sou<br /><br />tenta agora dar sombra </span></strong></div><p align="left"></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">a quem parar</span>.</strong> </p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-3796703117755674412?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-74863164734709782612007-01-20T03:07:00.000Z2007-01-20T03:10:07.207Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RbGHkikti1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/onemuGDjs3E/s1600-h/48748926+Alex+Uchôa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021944121320639314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RbGHkikti1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/onemuGDjs3E/s400/48748926+Alex+Uch%C3%B4a.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Alex Uchôa</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">e quando o amor chegou<br /><br />foi grito no silêncio</span></strong>. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-7486316473470978261?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-19881410891509609862007-01-15T10:14:00.000Z2007-01-15T10:20:10.542Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RatUqSkti0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jNXUNzcpiGo/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=audubon.org.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020199295151606594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RatUqSkti0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jNXUNzcpiGo/s400/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3Daudubon.org.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">audubon.org</span></strong></em></div><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">a gaivota que passa</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">ri sem pudor</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">da nossa hesitação.</span></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1988141089150960986?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-40334016820307659862007-01-13T02:37:00.000Z2007-01-13T02:53:54.544Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RahHUSktizI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QLyTvddk5dE/s1600-h/Michael+Nichols.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019340198613191474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RahHUSktizI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QLyTvddk5dE/s400/Michael+Nichols.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Michael Nichols</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>In spite of the cold that surrounds me<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><em>I can't take my eyes off you</em></strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4033401682030765986?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-38218288361650066612007-01-10T22:04:00.000Z2007-01-10T22:08:50.173Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RaVjXSktixI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7-nv8KqYy74/s1600-h/0+by+Kala.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018526611548244754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RaVjXSktixI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7-nv8KqYy74/s400/0+by+Kala.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>by Kala</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>um raio de sol encandeia-me os olhos </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>numa flor</strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-3821828836165006661?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com'/></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com2