tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36005560449129289972024-03-05T19:37:10.283+00:00()agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-12881650798356832582010-03-30T20:00:00.003+01:002010-03-30T20:13:23.603+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLDXMhm_UnTdcdYQmhNeh3_nS6ZX8KxrzB7tXq7z2_57z3qFou2Fq4bAQN50DEy2Kh5sNgbEFaQwwGjsQQVE5e62ZOPXZdT4JLHTzJEQ8Kf026Tw85-Jm-fgQ0Dg1lGvAiol0rbSG/s1600/36.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLDXMhm_UnTdcdYQmhNeh3_nS6ZX8KxrzB7tXq7z2_57z3qFou2Fq4bAQN50DEy2Kh5sNgbEFaQwwGjsQQVE5e62ZOPXZdT4JLHTzJEQ8Kf026Tw85-Jm-fgQ0Dg1lGvAiol0rbSG/s320/36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454506520732122050" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />as saudades</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">sabem bem </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">onde se guardam as lágrimas.</span></div>agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-6649218043012415452010-03-15T02:37:00.000+00:002010-03-15T02:38:14.538+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COoqQAkTPSk/S52djsR-JEI/AAAAAAAAACI/8lNlhpKPACE/s1600-h/34.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COoqQAkTPSk/S52djsR-JEI/AAAAAAAAACI/8lNlhpKPACE/s320/34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448684360695686210" /></a>agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-5136154181889859532009-12-16T18:41:00.000+00:002009-12-16T18:43:59.513+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COoqQAkTPSk/SykqVsyGNLI/AAAAAAAAACA/D-RXx14blZ4/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COoqQAkTPSk/SykqVsyGNLI/AAAAAAAAACA/D-RXx14blZ4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415906579176633522" /></a>agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-67879881410033356992009-07-13T23:16:00.002+01:002009-07-13T23:18:26.824+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COoqQAkTPSk/SluyhfRz4nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kANEl9-dHYA/s1600-h/Digitalizar0018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358072470088966770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COoqQAkTPSk/SluyhfRz4nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kANEl9-dHYA/s320/Digitalizar0018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-67249364550634701592008-11-05T01:01:00.002+00:002008-11-05T01:06:20.399+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lDYONVoUgvVI0TS7L0vEKDMP4mqWrx6YhO85ufcwCM6nvXDpYJE0xEF0mh2H3T2KIGuZw0Przj0usSNF97OfVQbqrtsR-y26t0dtxKq8nQluNMSz2aIZeXkS2mdrxxWJCZ2I5nxr/s1600-h/dançaricar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264973108802046386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lDYONVoUgvVI0TS7L0vEKDMP4mqWrx6YhO85ufcwCM6nvXDpYJE0xEF0mh2H3T2KIGuZw0Przj0usSNF97OfVQbqrtsR-y26t0dtxKq8nQluNMSz2aIZeXkS2mdrxxWJCZ2I5nxr/s320/dan%C3%A7aricar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Conhecermo-nos é, afinal, desentranharmo-nos de nós próprios.<br /><div></div>agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-67136486234888398372008-11-04T00:14:00.000+00:002008-11-04T00:16:51.197+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCn3LARQb4UgMKU6v9Gy9is7S4Jt8sCoV4fdZEHJxNLDkszojLmfzVfZh7ul8G-cRiN38qIsuL54QaD3Kzs8c67pwRh555Jd5exXuKglN4WrUUv-XGyqwRh-O1x_0AaBG_UUjVSpTM/s1600-h/08."><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264589457524047922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCn3LARQb4UgMKU6v9Gy9is7S4Jt8sCoV4fdZEHJxNLDkszojLmfzVfZh7ul8G-cRiN38qIsuL54QaD3Kzs8c67pwRh555Jd5exXuKglN4WrUUv-XGyqwRh-O1x_0AaBG_UUjVSpTM/s320/08.'07+++Tun%C3%ADsia+(14).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Em Lisboa, as varandas quase não saem das casas.</div>agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-91397849695494800672008-11-02T04:19:00.001+00:002008-11-02T04:21:37.644+00:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COoqQAkTPSk/SQ0qgUJ82eI/AAAAAAAAABc/9aWckg0wW_8/s1600-h/09."><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263910274120604130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COoqQAkTPSk/SQ0qgUJ82eI/AAAAAAAAABc/9aWckg0wW_8/s320/09.%2707++++Paris+(71).jpg" border="0" /></a> <br />O comboio quase roça as peles das casas.agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-32034760239752787412008-09-10T00:32:00.004+01:002008-09-10T00:43:28.899+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COoqQAkTPSk/SMcJQRGsNEI/AAAAAAAAABM/_YTwcTs-gp8/s1600-h/09."><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244170466170254402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COoqQAkTPSk/SMcJQRGsNEI/AAAAAAAAABM/_YTwcTs-gp8/s320/09.%2707++++Paris+(62).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Não sei o que fazer com este tempo que não quero usar para o que tenho de fazer.</div>agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-38571773538283383732008-08-31T02:10:00.001+01:002008-08-31T02:13:05.944+01:00As mãos dadas formam Ms na rua.agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-60835935027650008962008-08-29T01:53:00.002+01:002008-08-29T01:58:51.786+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COoqQAkTPSk/SLdI4f7QcgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CocW6W0dhh4/s1600-h/sossego+diferente+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239736826948776450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COoqQAkTPSk/SLdI4f7QcgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CocW6W0dhh4/s400/sossego+diferente+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-90908117135683275212008-08-28T23:25:00.001+01:002008-08-28T23:31:32.493+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg10cQbpr7G_JMwOqtoKyndfdhCoTosHqVfcorulMK1j-X54TnN-m99F9qf408yQQ6nXC4WQ7-cf2k4Sft-9h7enbY7meG9n-Qe05o4A_7APe5uplRGJMbHk9VteqefPwXC4tr2aVW/s1600-h/pat(h)os.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239698995258461474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg10cQbpr7G_JMwOqtoKyndfdhCoTosHqVfcorulMK1j-X54TnN-m99F9qf408yQQ6nXC4WQ7-cf2k4Sft-9h7enbY7meG9n-Qe05o4A_7APe5uplRGJMbHk9VteqefPwXC4tr2aVW/s320/pat(h)os.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">Quanto mais vivo mais me dou conta que é preciso demorar para ficar. Não é atraso, é demora. Sei que aqui não vou estar sempre a tempo. Estarei, se esse tempo for o meu. Estou cansada e creio que é dessa correria, dessa pressa que me ocupa e nada mais. Dessa pressa que não deixa permanecer.<br /></div>agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-36447075141579247452008-08-28T03:37:00.004+01:002008-08-28T03:49:37.763+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjH5hsoXqiYYqnSFT8wJCViYqOY6xUAeiUNz8Vnhyphenhyphen-8Rpebh_fXU_karg0ZzJiO4fT1SnoJsLAX_avPzWUtWYzsnhxlZq47fVP2gCBQIjYx-EeBHla1RwsFLhe2zr5Pb7Af66IR5s/s1600-h/junho+"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239392651722403362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjH5hsoXqiYYqnSFT8wJCViYqOY6xUAeiUNz8Vnhyphenhyphen-8Rpebh_fXU_karg0ZzJiO4fT1SnoJsLAX_avPzWUtWYzsnhxlZq47fVP2gCBQIjYx-EeBHla1RwsFLhe2zr5Pb7Af66IR5s/s320/junho+%2707++lisboa+(14).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">Os bancos comungam costas com costas. Se falam, quase se tocam. Não, tocam. E constroem linhas ao lado de outras, por sentar. Desenham-se à espera. Do vazio saem e a ele regressam. Assistem à partida dos que acolhem. Sem lágrimas, por se saberem suporte. Aceitam todos os que se lhe entregam, adoptando os seus moldes. Arrecadando vida das vidas, cedendo às histórias. Plantam-se, afundam-se com o sopro das luzes. E reflectem no chão que pisam, resignados na sua imobilidade. Contrapõem-se em parelhas apoiando-se mutuamente, partilhando forças. A música que ouvem é a que temos de sobra.<br /></div>agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600556044912928997.post-942036030868583372008-08-25T00:59:00.000+01:002008-08-25T01:12:23.193+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">As curiosidades constroem-se no ensarilhar dos caminhos. Envolvemo-nos nos seus nós e aprendemos atentos o seu desfazer. Atamos e desatamos conversas a fio. Fluem com o enrolar das letras e do tom que lhes conferimos. Tecemos indumentárias coloridas e tão diversas que só alguns as ousam vestir. Ás vezes malhamos a mesma palavra de cores diferentes. Outras com o mesmo fio. Há quem teça sorrisos e se torne sisudo por cansaço. Escorrem-lhe entre os dedos e entrançam-se para se oferecer.</span></div>agasalhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11375822671771186191noreply@blogger.com0