tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85723556469918885042011-04-21T19:03:33.394+01:00O mundo não se fez para pensarmos nele (Pensar é estar doente dos olhos) Mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo... [Fernando Pessoa]Maria José Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378873839969114414noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572355646991888504.post-45535593753784168802008-05-25T22:54:00.007+01:002008-12-09T03:11:48.137Z<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Centrada<br /></div></strong></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205847957796916450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thwLCrXzaVk/SD7jIsctjOI/AAAAAAAAACs/I-5t-3bgENc/s320/mase.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Queria ser criança eternamente</em></span><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>Pormenor<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204437585026190338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thwLCrXzaVk/SDngaMctjAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UwRr6DIwAVs/s320/P4300104.JPG" border="0" /></strong></span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:arial;">e pensar<br />que brincar<br /><br /></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Imponente</span></strong> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205847944912014546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thwLCrXzaVk/SD7jH8ctjNI/AAAAAAAAACk/FwOGQ36l6ic/s320/mARIA_JOSE.JPG" border="0" /> <em><span style="font-family:arial;">é meter no coração </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:arial;">coisas belas<br /></span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Sombra<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204439895718595602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thwLCrXzaVk/SDnigsctjBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NMR3rQOlkpE/s320/P4300121.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;">o mundo sem qualquer papão<br />puro como o luar.</span><br /></em></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Vista de Cima</strong> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204439904308530210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thwLCrXzaVk/SDnihMctjCI/AAAAAAAAABE/LJsGn4ixIXk/s320/P4300145.JPG" border="0" /> <em>Queria ser criança eternamente</em><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></span><em><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></em></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Contra-luz </span></strong></div><em><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205910509700615586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thwLCrXzaVk/SD8cBsctjaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xggVzWd3Amg/s320/P4300242.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> não ter algemas<br />não ter prisão alguma</span><br /></em><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Profundidade</span> </strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205329194467036322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thwLCrXzaVk/SD0LUsctjKI/AAAAAAAAACE/dC6_fEMQzlg/s320/HPIM1091.JPG" border="0" /><em><span style="font-family:arial;">desilusão nenhuma</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">brincar...</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Descentrada</span></strong><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205912468205702626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thwLCrXzaVk/SD8dzsctjeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AyFJrIUJ1mM/s320/P5060207.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">brincar...</span></p><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Montagem<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205912459615768018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thwLCrXzaVk/SD8dzMctjdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eXPI9dPBISw/s320/menina+montagem+2.jpg" border="0" /></p></span></strong><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>brincar...brincar</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Montagem<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204827898769149058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thwLCrXzaVk/SDtDZcctjII/AAAAAAAAAB0/FM5Mdh7vWqs/s320/mundo3.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>até ao fim a brincar...</em> </span></p><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">(Texto feito por Carlos Braga, uma criança da Junta de Freguesia de Monte Abraão, no âmbito do Dia Mundial da Criança - 14.07.01)</span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">*** </span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205909242685263250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thwLCrXzaVk/SD8a38ctjZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Pan0dsKOTJ0/s320/asdad.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204830900951288978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thwLCrXzaVk/SDtGIMctjJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3BowFIYmrQ4/s320/imagem+jpg.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Na parede, as velhas fotografias são como os epitáfios que o tempo apaga numa antiga alameda de cemitério. No entanto, os rostos conservam algo de uma vida que não se perde; e sigo a direcção dos olhos, até me fixar no enigma dessa frase que os lábios nunca disseram.</em><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span>(Nuno Júdice)</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572355646991888504-4553559375378416880?l=decididamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria José Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378873839969114414noreply@blogger.com0