<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:57:51.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ART D'IMAGINAR</title><subtitle type='html'>Porque as imagens transmitem sensaçoes.
Porque a imaginação precisa de cor.
Porque em quase tudo ha um toque de "art".
Porque imaginar faz parte de nós!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-3859817192932585086</id><published>2009-02-14T20:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:12:32.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia de S. Valentin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SbQk3EGWedI/AAAAAAAAAZA/k4gYH3i9HTs/s1600-h/DSC07302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310910388988443090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SbQk3EGWedI/AAAAAAAAAZA/k4gYH3i9HTs/s200/DSC07302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje,&lt;em&gt; todos&lt;/em&gt; os namorados sairam para um momento digno da sua importância.&lt;br /&gt;Particulamente, hoje, senti a tua falta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;ausência daquele abraço teu&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, senti o peso da distância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-3859817192932585086?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/3859817192932585086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=3859817192932585086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3859817192932585086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3859817192932585086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2009/03/senti-distancia.html' title='Dia de S. Valentin'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SbQk3EGWedI/AAAAAAAAAZA/k4gYH3i9HTs/s72-c/DSC07302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-6896655907773434307</id><published>2009-01-08T19:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:51:29.107Z</updated><title type='text'>Encosta-te a mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SbQgerHr8-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/1S2OvqdS6oM/s1600-h/DSC06716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310905571919786978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SbQgerHr8-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/1S2OvqdS6oM/s400/DSC06716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...tudo o q eu vi, estou a partilhar contigo, o que não vivi, um dia hei-de inventar contigo!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J.Palma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-6896655907773434307?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/6896655907773434307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=6896655907773434307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6896655907773434307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6896655907773434307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2009/01/encosta-te-mim.html' title='Encosta-te a mim'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SbQgerHr8-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/1S2OvqdS6oM/s72-c/DSC06716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-2841427424315235216</id><published>2008-11-30T23:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:14:53.899Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/STMeWgRpQMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/waINVAOaBiw/s1600-h/fotoparis.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274592960550879426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/STMeWgRpQMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/waINVAOaBiw/s400/fotoparis.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-2841427424315235216?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/2841427424315235216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=2841427424315235216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/2841427424315235216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/2841427424315235216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/STMeWgRpQMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/waINVAOaBiw/s72-c/fotoparis.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-7141272329150848169</id><published>2008-11-06T21:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:45:43.495Z</updated><title type='text'>O tempo não sabe nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"O tempo não sabe nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;o tempo não tem razão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;o tempo nunca existiu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;é da nossa invenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Se abandonarmos as horas para nos sentirmos sós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;meu amor, o tempo somos nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;O espaço tem o volume da imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;além do nosso horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;existe outra dimensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;o espaço foi construído sem princípio nem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;meu amor, tu cabes dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;O meu tesouro és tu, eternamente tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Não há passos divergentes para quem se quer encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;a nossa história começa na total escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;onde o mistério ultrapassa a nossa compreensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;...o meu tesouro és tu, eternamente tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Não há passos divergentes para quem se quer encontrar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Jorge Palma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-7141272329150848169?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/7141272329150848169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=7141272329150848169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/7141272329150848169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/7141272329150848169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-tempo-no-sabe-nada-o-tempo-no-tem.html' title='O tempo não sabe nada'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-8030039932934117063</id><published>2008-10-21T22:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:36:28.881Z</updated><title type='text'>"...a tua rosa tornou-se importante pelo tempo que lhe dedicaste..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A prova... do &lt;em&gt;meu&lt;/em&gt; Amor por ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SOlGi13whiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/IOj_vVRtk_0/s1600-h/DSC06487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253808004694836770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SOlGi13whiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/IOj_vVRtk_0/s320/DSC06487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...a tua rosa tornou-se importante pelo tempo que lhe dedicaste..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O telefone toca e o meu coração salta. Fico sempre na esperança de que sejas tu... às vezes não és tu, outras és mesmo tu! ... quase todos os dias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oiço atentamente cada palavra por ti proferida, como se de música se tratasse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na verdade, ouvir-te transmite-me força para aguentar mais uns meses sem te ver. Mas é duro de suportar esta distância... por vezes a minha vontade é mesmo fazer a mala e voar até Paris mas, nem isso é tão fácil assim por multiplas razões. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fico aqui a pensar em tantas coisas que queria fazer contigo, tantos projectos em mente... tenho medo de pronunciar porque o amanha é tão vago e incerto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A cada passo que dou, tu está lá para me fazer perceber qual a melhor decisão a tomar... Estás a ser muito importante na minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Começo a achar que preciso de ti aqui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho (muitas) saudades tuas, da tua companhia, de sentir o teu abraço!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-8030039932934117063?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/8030039932934117063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=8030039932934117063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/8030039932934117063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/8030039932934117063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/10/prova.html' title='&quot;...a tua rosa tornou-se importante pelo tempo que lhe dedicaste...&quot;'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SOlGi13whiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/IOj_vVRtk_0/s72-c/DSC06487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-4822636151081650768</id><published>2008-10-07T21:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:49:27.352Z</updated><title type='text'>Um pedido de sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cheguei e encostei-me numa &lt;em&gt;almofada… &lt;/em&gt;Que bem que se estava ali… tranquila e confiante do caminho certo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegaste-me na mão e, entre um sorriso, disseste: “posso levar-te a passear?”. Eu assenti e saímos abraçados.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto as estações de metro iam passando, fomos brincando, rindo, dando a mão, sorrindo, partilhando carinhos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Estava feliz por me ofereceres um abraço e me roubares um beijo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ao silêncio fomos juntando palavras meigas como se se tratassem de juras de Amor eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos em plena cidade das luzes… &lt;em&gt;Champs Elysées… Arc Triumph…&lt;/em&gt; umas fotografias para a prosperidade… &lt;em&gt;Tour Eiffel&lt;/em&gt;… Uffa, que caminhada!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Queres um gelado?”&lt;br /&gt;“… prefiro a tua companhia!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;E ficámos ali a admirar o imponente ex-libris de Paris, enquanto filas intermináveis de multidões tropeçavam nos nossos passos.&lt;br /&gt;Procurámos um banco mais sossegado para recuperar energia e prosseguir a marcha… as crianças andavam de burro por ali… muita gente aproveitava um dia solarengo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…"hãm?!... Não estou a acreditar nessa pergunta"- pensei… “mas gostaria muito. Repete!”…"no fundo não é uma completa surpresa mas, já!?"…&lt;br /&gt;“E tu, é isso que queres?” disse eu.&lt;br /&gt;“Sim, porque eu adoro-te!”&lt;br /&gt;“Eu também!”&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me diferente… um pedido com que sempre sonhei e nunca antes tive… por isso se transformou em algo tão especial quanto Tu.&lt;br /&gt;Transmitiste-me força, vontade de lutar e de inventar coisas… apeteceu-me pegar na mala e fugir contigo para &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um local perto de nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; onde nem o telemóvel toca…&lt;br /&gt;onde podemos mandar pedrinhas na água e ficar a vê-las saltar…&lt;br /&gt;onde podemos mergulhar na gélida água e agarrar um peixe…&lt;br /&gt;onde o mundo parece ter parado mas a natureza mostra-se completamente viva…&lt;br /&gt;… sim, é aí mesmo... &lt;strong&gt;onde nos sentimos em casa&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;...TTTTrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;“Mas que se passa… os candeeiros estão a tremer a esta hora, porquê?!?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-4822636151081650768?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/4822636151081650768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=4822636151081650768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/4822636151081650768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/4822636151081650768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-pedido-de-sonho.html' title='Um pedido de sonho'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-412707123076605817</id><published>2008-09-23T14:35:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:54:25.269Z</updated><title type='text'>Não posso adiar o coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;posso adiar o amor para outro século &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;não posso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ainda que o grito sufoque na garganta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ainda que o ódio estale e crepite e arda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sob montanhas cinzentas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;e montanhas cinzentas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não posso adiar este abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;que é uma arma de dois gumes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;amor e ódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não posso adiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ainda que a noite pese séculos sobre as costas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;e a aurora indecisa demore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não posso adiar para outro século a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;nem o meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;nem o meu grito de libertação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não posso adiar o coração!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;António Ramos Rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-412707123076605817?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/412707123076605817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=412707123076605817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/412707123076605817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/412707123076605817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-posso-adiar-o-corao.html' title='Não posso adiar o coração'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-2709218459561293741</id><published>2008-09-10T22:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:19:17.269Z</updated><title type='text'>Réveiller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SMhHwX1HWpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WgNg5Kp9qaE/s1600-h/17-19Agst08+FigFox+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244520662429031058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SMhHwX1HWpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WgNg5Kp9qaE/s320/17-19Agst08+FigFox+(19).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Est-ce que je peux "voler" jusqu’au ciel, sans tomber ?!&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que je peux te suivre… avec la joie de vivre ?!&lt;br /&gt;J’aimerais bien de voler … avec toi par tout le monde…&lt;br /&gt;Peut-on avoir un rêve ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-2709218459561293741?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/2709218459561293741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=2709218459561293741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/2709218459561293741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/2709218459561293741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/09/rveiller.html' title='Réveiller'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SMhHwX1HWpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WgNg5Kp9qaE/s72-c/17-19Agst08+FigFox+(19).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-7736392054131202876</id><published>2008-09-02T21:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:33:05.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SL2w6IGLBuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UYx94Zr6ydg/s1600-h/17-19Agst08+FigFox+(13)...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241540053981398754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SL2w6IGLBuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UYx94Zr6ydg/s320/17-19Agst08+FigFox+(13)...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Vem jogar comigo um jogo, Eu por Ti e tu por mim. Fecha os olhos e adivinha o quanto eu gosto de ti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosto de ti daqui até Lua, gosto de ti da Lua até aqui. Gosto de ti simplesmente porque gosto. É tão bom viver assim..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;André Sardet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-7736392054131202876?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/7736392054131202876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=7736392054131202876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/7736392054131202876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/7736392054131202876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/09/gosto-de-ti.html' title='Gosto de ti'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SL2w6IGLBuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UYx94Zr6ydg/s72-c/17-19Agst08+FigFox+(13)...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-6100894974869484425</id><published>2008-08-25T01:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:20:37.373Z</updated><title type='text'>OTIUM ET-OMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SLICPWrIbEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wBzQPeDdN7M/s1600-h/17-19Agst08+FigFoz+(42).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238251779393088578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SLICPWrIbEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wBzQPeDdN7M/s320/17-19Agst08+FigFoz+(42).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abraço-te a cada minuto.&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que gosto de ti, já diz muito pouco. Hoje adoro-te e quero-te!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gostar de ti, gosto. Dizer que te adoro, adoro-te. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OTIUM ET-OMA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-6100894974869484425?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/6100894974869484425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=6100894974869484425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6100894974869484425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6100894974869484425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/08/otium-et-oma.html' title='OTIUM ET-OMA'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SLICPWrIbEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wBzQPeDdN7M/s72-c/17-19Agst08+FigFoz+(42).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-7292109471932292530</id><published>2008-08-24T01:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:48:11.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Num abrir e fechar de olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SLH_qBuAOQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NsNT9Xhql-c/s1600-h/17-19Agst08+FigFoz+(23).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238248939089574146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SLH_qBuAOQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NsNT9Xhql-c/s200/17-19Agst08+FigFoz+(23).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De mancinho fui contando os dias por ordem descrescente...estava a chegar o dia "D". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade a expectativa não foi elevada nem planos defini. Simplesmente, fui ao sabor da maré...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embalaste-me num sonho profundo, que me fez desligar de tudo o que me preocupava. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhei abraçar-te para sempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orgulhosa, conheci mais do teu mundo. Mostraste-me o que te preenche. Contaste-me segredos e sonhos... Partilhaste-me e eu partilhei-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No abraço ofereceste-me a tranquilidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estendi a mão e tu, levaste-me o coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordei...Espreitei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com uma lágrima a cair pelo canto do olho, já estavas de saída!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-7292109471932292530?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/7292109471932292530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=7292109471932292530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/7292109471932292530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/7292109471932292530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/08/num-abrir-e-fechar-de-olhos.html' title='Num abrir e fechar de olhos'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SLH_qBuAOQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NsNT9Xhql-c/s72-c/17-19Agst08+FigFoz+(23).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-5766450935892295942</id><published>2008-06-18T00:25:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:46:51.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelo nordeste transmontano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quatro anos depois da ida ao Gerês, o grupo refez-se, com mais uns elementos novos, para uma saidinha até ao nordeste transmontano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De bagagens apetrechadas de comida (tipicamente portuga), aí vão os nove(os) amigos descobrir as tipicidades de trás-os-montes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que boas eram as alheiras de Mirandela!&lt;br /&gt;E a Posta Mirandesa!!&lt;br /&gt;Ui... o vinho da casa Mateus!&lt;br /&gt;...e as cerejas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandes dias passados em óptima companhia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos que repetir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=115356300&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=115356300"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=115356300&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=115356300"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/link/link10.php"&gt;&lt;img width="84" style="border:0px" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/link10.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-5766450935892295942?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/5766450935892295942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=5766450935892295942' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/5766450935892295942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/5766450935892295942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/06/pelo-nordeste-transmontano.html' title='Pelo nordeste transmontano'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-6753851138736332442</id><published>2008-06-01T14:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:20:59.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu fui... vi e adorei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SFZn8rG7Q3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/kClaYjChWQw/s1600-h/BON_JOVI_RockInRio08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212467910789514098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SFZn8rG7Q3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/kClaYjChWQw/s400/BON_JOVI_RockInRio08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bon Jovi"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brilhante! ... Espectacular!... Inesquecível!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cris, temos que repetir destas experiências. O Ricky e o Bon Jovi ja foram. Que venham mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-6753851138736332442?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/6753851138736332442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=6753851138736332442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6753851138736332442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6753851138736332442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-fui-vi-e-adorei.html' title='Eu fui... 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqui, já chegámos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204811325394591666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SDs0Uv0TH7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VBQ9WwKkl0A/s320/DSC03607..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Amanhã o caminho continua e logo decidimos por onde vamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-5512774138169531356?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/5512774138169531356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Pedaços de Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=110092900&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=110092900"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=110092900&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=110092900"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/link/link7.php"&gt;&lt;img width="84" style="border:0px" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/link7.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-4220051402851039547?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/4220051402851039547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=4220051402851039547' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/4220051402851039547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Na Amizade é tudo tão mais simples: Todos diferentes, todos iguais!&lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem as suas vivências à sua maneira e nada impede de alimentar uma Grande Amizade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SAS62tY0XXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/k9NKy3gfP5I/s1600-h/gat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189478119697046898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SAS62tY0XXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/k9NKy3gfP5I/s320/gat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SAS629Y0XYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/GkVR8kbrDvM/s1600-h/golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189478123992014210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SAS629Y0XYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/GkVR8kbrDvM/s320/golf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SAS63NY0XZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/U4xkxDM8Bgk/s1600-h/mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189478128286981522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SAS63NY0XZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/U4xkxDM8Bgk/s320/mac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-8800350775536861404?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/8800350775536861404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=8800350775536861404' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/8800350775536861404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/8800350775536861404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/04/amores-proibidos.html' title='Amores Proibidos'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/SAS62tY0XXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/k9NKy3gfP5I/s72-c/gat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-6243102998181719458</id><published>2008-03-10T21:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:10:58.972Z</updated><title type='text'>J'ai grandit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R9WiOAusQGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Wo2wbJlP9pg/s1600-h/DSC02913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176221708329959522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R9WiOAusQGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Wo2wbJlP9pg/s320/DSC02913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-6243102998181719458?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/6243102998181719458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=6243102998181719458' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6243102998181719458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6243102998181719458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/03/jai-grandit.html' title='J&apos;ai grandit'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R9WiOAusQGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Wo2wbJlP9pg/s72-c/DSC02913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-2087150671675844202</id><published>2008-02-14T19:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:16:33.074Z</updated><title type='text'>Profundamente profundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Só te queria dizer que quando te vejo até me doem os "artelhos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(ohh god!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os teus olhos só me fazem lembrar o fundo do mar!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(será o fundo do mar tão verde assim?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Só te queria dizer mais uma coisa: leva-me a mim e á minha turma a passear!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(ah... já me parece melhor!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by: aqueles fofuxos do 2C!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-2087150671675844202?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/2087150671675844202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=2087150671675844202' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/2087150671675844202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/2087150671675844202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/02/profundamente-profundo.html' title='Profundamente profundo!'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-7601894873959847400</id><published>2008-02-11T20:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:35:40.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Nos passos de Roma</title><content type='html'>Inúmeros km's a andar durante uns quantos dias... não haviam mais pernas que aguentassem tanta caminhada!&lt;br /&gt;A beleza da cidade compensa qualquer esforço. A cada esquina há uma obra, monumento, espaço que capta a nossa atenção.&lt;br /&gt;Brilhante... Espectacular... Interessante... Mistica....&lt;br /&gt;Equipa impecável!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=102509189&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=102509189"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=102509189&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=102509189"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-7601894873959847400?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/7601894873959847400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=7601894873959847400' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/7601894873959847400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/7601894873959847400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Nos passos de Roma'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-3489226480620355234</id><published>2008-02-10T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:47:26.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Expressão de um olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165500363737949778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="65" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R6-LNnvAZlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QIrTD7s5LTk/s320/vitor.JPG" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou a adorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esse olhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;essa presença,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;essa dedicação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165500355148015170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R6-LNHvAZkI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dSf8wX_H_kQ/s320/marisa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-3489226480620355234?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/3489226480620355234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=3489226480620355234' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3489226480620355234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3489226480620355234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/02/expresso-de-um-olhar.html' title='Expressão de um olhar'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R6-LNnvAZlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QIrTD7s5LTk/s72-c/vitor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-2289841647031946493</id><published>2008-02-02T04:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:04:43.108Z</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Primeiro estranha-se...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R6PsSkCjmRI/AAAAAAAAANw/Tmpl3tYOMpo/s1600-h/carnaval.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162229401552918802" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" height="295" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R6PsSkCjmRI/AAAAAAAAANw/Tmpl3tYOMpo/s320/carnaval.JPG" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Depois entrenha-se!!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R6PsS0CjmSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hZIImp1nDg4/s1600-h/carnaval1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162229405847886114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R6PsS0CjmSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hZIImp1nDg4/s320/carnaval1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carnaval à portuguesa é em Torres Vedras!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nada melhor do que ter a casa situada em pleno circuito (nocturno) de carnaval. E passo a explicar porquê: é que, por exemplo se quisermos sair á noite, é só por um pe na rua e ca estamos nos em espirito de carnaval... se me mandar pela janela, o resultado é quase o mesmo. Com tantas perucas por ali, tenho a certeza que nem chegava a cair no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Agora resta pensar numa parte um pouco diferente: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Amanhã vou levantar cedo, porque as responsabilidades laborais me chamam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Uma série de assuntos a tratar. Cabeça fresca precisa-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dormir? concerteza... está na horinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;...bzz bzz bzz, tum-tum trum-trum... poêra, levantou poêra... vem carnaval, vem carnaval....bzz bzz bzz, tum-tum trum-trum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3h, 6h... e a musica continua como se não houvesse amanhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E dormir??... é definitivamente mentira!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-2289841647031946493?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/2289841647031946493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=2289841647031946493' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/2289841647031946493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/2289841647031946493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnaval-2008.html' title='Carnaval 2008'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R6PsSkCjmRI/AAAAAAAAANw/Tmpl3tYOMpo/s72-c/carnaval.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-2484312829546177070</id><published>2008-01-27T15:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:30:24.019Z</updated><title type='text'>Gaudi... a fera! (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lembram-se do pequeno Gaudi quando ele era &lt;a href="http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/10/gaudi-fera.html"&gt;assim... pequenino&lt;/a&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora já é um gato que mete respeito e tem postura!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160178769417443586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R5yjQECjmQI/AAAAAAAAANo/uvHrN1gdDUA/s400/gaudi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-2484312829546177070?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/2484312829546177070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=2484312829546177070' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/2484312829546177070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/2484312829546177070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/01/gaudi-fera-ii.html' title='Gaudi... a fera! (II)'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R5yjQECjmQI/AAAAAAAAANo/uvHrN1gdDUA/s72-c/gaudi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-1059219707663249679</id><published>2008-01-22T22:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:35:05.477Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor ou Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma questão que junto a tantas outras que te vou fazendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...Amor e paixão... Respondes-me de forma modesta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...) &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;paixão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mim é quando duas pessoas se começam a conhecer, saem juntos, gostam tanto uma da outra que so pensam em estar juntos. è algo que eu digo que existe entre nós (...) o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amor &lt;/span&gt;é uma palavra tão linda de dizer entre duas pessoas que se amem, que gostem muito um do outro ... é uma palavra que não se diz de qualquer maneira. O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;vai-se criando com o tempo, com o dia a dia, á medida que a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;paixão&lt;/span&gt; vai crescendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Qualquer destas palavras existe no meu (...) pensamento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te as direi de outra forma, quando estiver contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E para ti, qual a diferença entre ambos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hum... para mim, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;aixão&lt;/span&gt; complementam-se. A &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;paixão&lt;/span&gt; arrepia-nos, corta a respiração, faz-nos sentir um frio na barriga, é a expectativa, a ânsia de estar com alguém... é um brilho nos olhos um sorriso nos lábios. Quanto ao &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; é o que fica quando a paixão acalma. É o sentimento que nos mantem vivos, é o carinho e afecto que se sente por outra pessoa... é dar e receber sem cobrar... é o nosso complemento... é gostar tanto de outra pessoa como de nós próprios. Dizer "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;amo-te&lt;/span&gt;" é tão serio que só se diz a alguem mesmo especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Concordas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-1059219707663249679?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/1059219707663249679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=1059219707663249679' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1059219707663249679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1059219707663249679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/01/amor-ou-paixo.html' title='Amor ou Paixão'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-3230851657160595488</id><published>2008-01-21T23:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:23:12.277Z</updated><title type='text'>Á nossa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R5Z5jze6JII/AAAAAAAAANY/NSEuSz_w2XM/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158444079221712002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R5Z5jze6JII/AAAAAAAAANY/NSEuSz_w2XM/s400/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R5Z5tTe6JJI/AAAAAAAAANg/vPCToH2m-Qc/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158444242430469266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R5Z5tTe6JJI/AAAAAAAAANg/vPCToH2m-Qc/s400/DSC01549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A nossa amizade é perfeita. Entendemo-nos, ajudamo-nos e, sobretudo, respeitamo-nos.(...)Este tesouro devo-o a ti! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Vais tu dizendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se calhar é nestas pequenas coisas que reconhecemos os amigos e percebemos com quem contar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse tesouro teve uma professora muito atenciosa e dedicada! Obrigada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro-te, sabias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-3230851657160595488?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/3230851657160595488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=3230851657160595488' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3230851657160595488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3230851657160595488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2008/01/nossa.html' title='Á nossa!'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R5Z5jze6JII/AAAAAAAAANY/NSEuSz_w2XM/s72-c/DSC01555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-771874009936204057</id><published>2007-12-30T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:53:25.539Z</updated><title type='text'>Um natal fresquinho q.b.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R4aDKTe6JFI/AAAAAAAAANA/CDTSVeDFvaQ/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153951036623955026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R4aDKTe6JFI/AAAAAAAAANA/CDTSVeDFvaQ/s200/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;À descoberta das serras do interior do nosso pequeno país.&lt;br /&gt;Eu e as minhas retiradas de alguns dias, com a minha fiel companhia,o pópó, uma musiquinha e um mapa...e ai vamos nós saber de novas de outros cantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desconhecia a Serra da Estrela (inadmissivel)!! Mas ad&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R4Z-RDe6JEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZKcBAVmo228/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orei conhecer, apesar do friozinho que se fazia sentir. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R4aFYDe6JGI/AAAAAAAAANI/78CzPbwYB-M/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153953471870411874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R4aFYDe6JGI/AAAAAAAAANI/78CzPbwYB-M/s200/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De outra forma nem seria a caracteristica Serra da Estrela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não contei estrelas lá... o ceu não permitia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A paisagem era muito agradavel, relaxante... respirava-se tranquilidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-771874009936204057?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/771874009936204057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=771874009936204057' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/771874009936204057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/771874009936204057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/12/um-natal-fresquinho-qb.html' title='Um natal fresquinho q.b.'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R4aDKTe6JFI/AAAAAAAAANA/CDTSVeDFvaQ/s72-c/DSC00150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-5639555062436820827</id><published>2007-12-12T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:33:47.533Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/R2BSsNH9vhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qYuO3a4mWas/s1600-h/Dalai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=93689114&amp;amp;source=cyo" target="_BLANK"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=93689114" target="_BLANK"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Integro-me num grupo de pessoas que não conheço (a maioria) e, de mala as costas e água cá vamos explorar novas "linhas", os trilhos do antigamente que serviram a região nas evasões francesas.&lt;br /&gt;A meio da caminhada, "encontramos as tropas napoleónicas" que nos apresentam os seus saberes e equipamentos e nos servem o seu elixir precioso.&lt;br /&gt;Segue-se mais um longo caminho entre pequenos trilhos e chegamos ao ponto mais interessante e desejado (para nós, que já fizemos 12km's)... o Churrasco...hummmm, vinha mesmo acalhar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não aprecia um pouco de ar puro e fresco??&lt;br /&gt;Humm...Soube mesmo bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-8902875081664460818?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/8902875081664460818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=8902875081664460818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/8902875081664460818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/8902875081664460818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/12/embed-src-httpapps.html' title='Percurso pedestre &quot;200 anos entre linhas&quot;'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-6204963450410994942</id><published>2007-11-15T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:08:09.096Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma tarde bem passada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=91161144&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:0px;background-color:#fff; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rxfgc8GPgwI/AAAAAAAAAME/XvtPjcrwR4c/s320/100_0671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dou por mim presa, presa a um passado ... que agora já não quero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Quem vive temeroso, jamais será livre"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero de volta a minha liberdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Liberdade de me sentir bem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Liberdade de sorrir com vontade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Liberdade para viver cada dia feliz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sem estar presa a um sentimento que me conduz apenas para um rumo obscuro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preciso de gente á minha volta, quero movimento perto de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero libertar essa corrente que me prende a NADA e ser livre de expressar toda a alegria que me completa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-1076379989308073686?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/1076379989308073686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=1076379989308073686' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1076379989308073686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1076379989308073686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/10/quem-vive-temeroso-jamais-ser-livre.html' title='Quem vive temeroso, jamais será livre'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rxfgc8GPgwI/AAAAAAAAAME/XvtPjcrwR4c/s72-c/100_0671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-5855675381748137822</id><published>2007-10-13T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:14:15.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RxFQmMGPguI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Gl_wNLHwT48/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120962868309623522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RxFQmMGPguI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Gl_wNLHwT48/s200/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.img.lx.it.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;www.img.lx.it.pt/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Foi o tempo que passaste com a tua &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rosa&lt;/span&gt; que a tornou tão importante."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saint Exupéry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-5855675381748137822?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/5855675381748137822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=5855675381748137822' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/5855675381748137822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/5855675381748137822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/10/foi-o-tempo-que-passaste-com-tua-rosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RxFQmMGPguI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Gl_wNLHwT48/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-3291316246022135947</id><published>2007-10-06T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:02:58.564Z</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>Gosto de todas.&lt;br /&gt;Estou com dificuldade em me decidir a escolher uma das fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, a ti que passas por aqui, proponho um desafio: eleger uma das fotos que se segue!&lt;br /&gt;Aceitas?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Força... Obrigada pelo contributo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rwe-4MGPgqI/AAAAAAAAALU/2z8zOnfY6Lo/s1600-h/100_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118269374059217570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rwe-4MGPgqI/AAAAAAAAALU/2z8zOnfY6Lo/s200/100_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paris, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rwe-4MGPgrI/AAAAAAAAALc/_j4yN9O8Xrw/s1600-h/DSC00439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118269374059217586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rwe-4MGPgrI/AAAAAAAAALc/_j4yN9O8Xrw/s200/DSC00439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lituânia, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rwe-4cGPgsI/AAAAAAAAALk/oABWVbAR8I8/s1600-h/DSC00467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118269378354184898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rwe-4cGPgsI/AAAAAAAAALk/oABWVbAR8I8/s200/DSC00467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Viana do Castelo, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rwe-4sGPgtI/AAAAAAAAALs/FDFnk8v6bWs/s1600-h/VIANA_Clo+Sta+luzia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118269382649152210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rwe-4sGPgtI/AAAAAAAAALs/FDFnk8v6bWs/s200/VIANA_Clo+Sta+luzia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-3291316246022135947?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/3291316246022135947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=3291316246022135947' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3291316246022135947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3291316246022135947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rwe-4MGPgqI/AAAAAAAAALU/2z8zOnfY6Lo/s72-c/100_0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-3420843405589193442</id><published>2007-10-02T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:21:11.800Z</updated><title type='text'>"Gaudi"... a fera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Há uns dias decidi que precisava de preencher aqui uns cantinhos em casa… Há espaço a mais só para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a pensar de que forma poderia combater este “sentir-me” com espaço a mais.&lt;br /&gt;Um filho? Bem, por mais que gostasse muito parece-me precipitado…Um cão? Seria bom, mas acho que o “espaço a mais” não é suficiente para um cão ter qualidade de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Um pássaro? Porque não…mas, onde o coloco? Cozinha, quarto ou sala?&lt;br /&gt;Um peixe? Já começa a parecer melhor, mas também não preenche assim tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Um gato? Ah, claro… um gato sim, parece-me bem. É fofinho, brincalhão, distrai-me, circula pela casa e deixa pêlos (…mais umas horas perdidas nas limpezas…) ui, é melhor pensar bem no assunto!&lt;br /&gt;Pensei.&lt;br /&gt;As crianças precisam de brinquedos, mas a mim já não me ficam bem essas coisas… que pena!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um gato definitivamente faz bem ao espírito… de quem gosta deles, claro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá está, portanto, a fera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116867105891779218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RwLDhcGPgpI/AAAAAAAAALM/wB2ATHTpnbw/s320/DSC01228..JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O Gaudi!... que absorve algum do espaço (ainda muito pouco) e que me distrai aqui por casa.&lt;br /&gt;Tão fofo e tão louco ao mesmo tempo… (“.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-3420843405589193442?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/3420843405589193442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=3420843405589193442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3420843405589193442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3420843405589193442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/10/gaudi-fera.html' title='&quot;Gaudi&quot;... a fera!'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RwLDhcGPgpI/AAAAAAAAALM/wB2ATHTpnbw/s72-c/DSC01228..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-3869494968811423521</id><published>2007-09-05T00:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:10:22.437Z</updated><title type='text'>Até quando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Amo a liberdade!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, as coisas que Amo deixo-as livres.&lt;br /&gt;Se voltarem é porque uma dia as conquistei, se não voltarem é porque nunca as tive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma luta travada em todos os dias que sinto ter perdido uma parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;E aqui fica uma nova questão:&lt;br /&gt;Até quando terei de esperar para saber se as coisas que deixo livres irão voltar ou não?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-3869494968811423521?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/3869494968811423521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=3869494968811423521' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3869494968811423521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3869494968811423521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-quando.html' title='Até quando?'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-6296728642874066886</id><published>2007-08-25T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-25T17:03:26.419Z</updated><title type='text'>Galeria d' ART</title><content type='html'>Pincéis, tintas, tela, tripé, ...tudo me foi colocado nas mãos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Vocês são loucos...eu não sei usar isto!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Aqui está o manual para esclarecer qualquer dúvida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milagres não acontecem, mas decidi aplicar toda a &lt;em&gt;minha arte&lt;/em&gt; para ver o que saía.&lt;br /&gt;Depois das horas que passei a desvendar as minhas interrogações: em que lado da tela devia pintar, qual a mão mais preparada para o caso... enfim... uma verdadeira luta para não pintar paredes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num traço desajeitado arrasto o pincel sobre a tela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here you are the result... it was my best!!! (".)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102675233743138066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RtBYFwdxbRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EvTDAvOg_4Q/s320/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creio que já estou pronta para uma exposição ao nível das galerias de Dali, Miró ou Picasso!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-6296728642874066886?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/6296728642874066886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=6296728642874066886' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6296728642874066886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6296728642874066886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/08/primeira-vez.html' title='Galeria d&apos; ART'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RtBYFwdxbRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EvTDAvOg_4Q/s72-c/DSC01118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-6350833658588304604</id><published>2007-08-23T16:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:42:45.781Z</updated><title type='text'>Férias para que te quero??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rs29VgdxbFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KWg8NvtnFn0/s1600-h/raia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101942130070350930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rs29VgdxbFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KWg8NvtnFn0/s320/raia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para ter tempo para fazer as coisas de que não me quero esquecer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chegar à terrinha e rever toda a gente que não vejo há imenso tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Vaguear por aí para descobrir aquele rio, uma nascente, um castelo, o miradouro…&lt;br /&gt;lançar pedrinhas na água e ficar a vê-las saltar.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer novos os amigos e rever os que já fazem parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazer a festa&lt;/em&gt; com os meus "emigrées".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma &lt;em&gt;futebolada&lt;/em&gt; como dantes.&lt;br /&gt;A volta ao Agroal em bicicleta.&lt;br /&gt;Correr na praia quase sem gente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dormir uma soneca sem pressa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ler o livro que me espera na estante há meses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ouvir música ao vivo na esplanada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pegar nas tintas e pincéis e decorar uma tela.&lt;br /&gt;Saltar para a piscina&lt;br /&gt;E, refrescar a mente! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101942130070350946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rs29VgdxbGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Yznwv10hSCo/s320/frags.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Férias para que te quero??&lt;br /&gt;Para (re)viver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-6350833658588304604?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/6350833658588304604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=6350833658588304604' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6350833658588304604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6350833658588304604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/08/frias-para-que-te-quero.html' title='Férias para que te quero??'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rs29VgdxbFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KWg8NvtnFn0/s72-c/raia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-1928023958797558881</id><published>2007-08-08T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:53:47.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Está-se bem aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mais do que muitas palavras... uma foto de um lugar comum que, nesta altura do ano, não é facil estar tão despido de gente!&lt;br /&gt;Está-se bem aqui... assim... com calma ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;... e sem muitos "pes" a lançar areia para todos os lados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RrkI4VRTrQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Kf6HiBM79Tc/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096114217221860610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RrkI4VRTrQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Kf6HiBM79Tc/s320/DSC00780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-1928023958797558881?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/1928023958797558881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=1928023958797558881' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1928023958797558881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1928023958797558881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/08/est-se-bem-aqui.html' title='Está-se bem aqui'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RrkI4VRTrQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Kf6HiBM79Tc/s72-c/DSC00780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-4600220710264602721</id><published>2007-07-20T10:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:10:33.178Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Amizade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A poetisa Cora Coralina, brindou a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Amizade&lt;/span&gt; com um poema que dedica a todos os seus amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089976915114306770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RqM7CVRTrNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/j3bh2wVfYyM/s200/DSC08966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A todos os meus amigos dedico este pequeno texto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RqM6KFRTrLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Muzr-wW4edw/s1600-h/DSC09232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089975948746665138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RqM6KFRTrLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Muzr-wW4edw/s200/DSC09232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Não sei se a vida é curta ou longa demais para nós,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que nada do que vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Tem sentido se não focamos o coração das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;E isso não é coisa de outro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;É o sentido da vida!&lt;br /&gt;É o que faz com que ela não seja nem curta, nem longa demais&lt;br /&gt;Mas que seja intensa, verdadeira, para enquanto durar.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes basta ser:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RqM8qVRTrOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/swQgkqGN0DQ/s1600-h/DSC09875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089978701820701922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RqM8qVRTrOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/swQgkqGN0DQ/s200/DSC09875.JPG" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Colo que acolhe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;raço que envolve,&lt;br /&gt;Palavra que conforta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Silêncio que respeita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Alegria que contagia,&lt;br /&gt;Lágrima que corre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Olhar que acaricia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Desejo que sacia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Amor que promove."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089976915114306754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RqM7CVRTrMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_vnTHHUQpec/s200/DSC09362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"É verdade e razão,sonho e sentimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Amigo é para sempre, &lt;strong&gt;mesmo que o sempre não exista!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Marcelo Batalha, 1996)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RqNCNVRTrPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uOPVwAHWfco/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089984800674262258" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="133" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RqNCNVRTrPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uOPVwAHWfco/s200/DSC00941.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-4600220710264602721?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/4600220710264602721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=4600220710264602721' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/4600220710264602721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/4600220710264602721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/07/dia-internacional-da-amizade.html' title='Dia Internacional da Amizade!'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RqM7CVRTrNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/j3bh2wVfYyM/s72-c/DSC08966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-3144141992137332172</id><published>2007-07-15T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:08:40.077Z</updated><title type='text'>Amigos entre os animais</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087549054400313234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rpqa6PTnt5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Lqi18NYPYWg/s320/DSC00202..JPG" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RpqZJ_Tnt0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/tRJSDo1quX4/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087547125959997250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="222" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RpqZJ_Tnt0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/tRJSDo1quX4/s320/DSC00161.JPG" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estás livre no fim de semana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Não... vou ao Zoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ah ah ah... que engraçado! ... vá &lt;em&gt;xiba-te &lt;/em&gt;aí... Para onde vais no fim de semana? Sim, porque essa do Zoo, vou-te contar: Não colou, tá!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mas é verdade, vou mesmo ao Zoo. Tive o bilhete como presente, tenho que gozar dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ah ah ah... (... ir ao zoo... essa era boa, era era... tch...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Vê aí o bilhete. Já acreditas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;E data disso, como é que sei se &lt;em&gt;tá&lt;/em&gt; válido, hum?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RpqacvTnt4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/L288RbqGFLc/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087548547594172290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RpqacvTnt4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/L288RbqGFLc/s200/DSC00080.JPG" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Olha agora, a duvidar de mim?!... Se pensas que vou ter outro tipo de encontros, tira o cavalinho da chuva. Prometo que faço uma foto dos &lt;em&gt;"gajos que vou encontrar na selva"&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Eu não acredito nessa do Zoo, mas pronto! Se te vais encontrar com algum e não me queres dizer, &lt;em&gt;ah rapazes, tás&lt;/em&gt; a contas comigo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RpqZJ_Tnt1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/VIpuJEC1YEc/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087547125959997266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RpqZJ_Tnt1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/VIpuJEC1YEc/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem, sei que não vou ver os bichinhos com muita frequência mas, desta vez, quiz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fazer amigos entre os animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e dar uma voltinha de teleférico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada, amiguinhos, pela companhia ... e a ti, mana! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah mentira, não fui nada ao Zoo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... Só entrei para fazer umas fotos ... e eles não resistiram e foram também!&lt;br /&gt;Rai'sparta!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eh Eh Eh (",)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-3144141992137332172?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/3144141992137332172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=3144141992137332172' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3144141992137332172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3144141992137332172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/07/amigos-entre-os-animais.html' title='Amigos entre os animais'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rpqa6PTnt5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Lqi18NYPYWg/s72-c/DSC00202..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-8679022349984506007</id><published>2007-07-10T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:53:07.872Z</updated><title type='text'>Querer não é poder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RpQbO5A9UzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ChbbM4wDZ1A/s1600-h/DSC09739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085719821845091122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="174" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RpQbO5A9UzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ChbbM4wDZ1A/s320/DSC09739.JPG" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se pudesse voar, queria apoiar-me nas tuas asas.&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse sonhar, queria que fizesses parte do meu sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse ter, teria-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero agarrar na tua mão e levar-te por aí, sem um rumo definido.&lt;br /&gt;Quero mostrar ao mundo que estou feliz contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse, mudaria estes dias em que me fazes falta.&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse, incluia-te enquanto planeio sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse, queria-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero prolongar os sonhos em que tu estás.&lt;br /&gt;Quero manter-te no coração.&lt;br /&gt;Quero arrancar a dor de não te ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse voltava la atrás para fazer tudo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse apagaria aqueles dias crueis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando puder, quero ser feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-8679022349984506007?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/8679022349984506007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=8679022349984506007' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/8679022349984506007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/8679022349984506007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/07/se-pudesse.html' title='Querer não é poder'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RpQbO5A9UzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ChbbM4wDZ1A/s72-c/DSC09739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-490845201631209828</id><published>2007-07-08T23:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:33:23.625Z</updated><title type='text'>Fly Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RpF7VZA9UyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/n8OpH38u3qg/s1600-h/Fly_Awards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084981061700375330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RpF7VZA9UyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/n8OpH38u3qg/s200/Fly_Awards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um &lt;a href="http://www.segredosdemim.blogspot.com/"&gt;segredo escondido &lt;/a&gt;em palavras silenciosas, contou-me que recebi uma nomeação: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tenho uma maravilha para ti no meu canto" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A curiosidade obrigou-me a fazer uns cliques... e devolveu-me este pequeno troféu, vindo das mãos da amizade e do carinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Digno de receber um troféu destes, estariam muitos outros blogs, contudo apenas encaminho para: &lt;a href="http://eumeumundo.blogspot.com/"&gt;eu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://amacadeeva.blogspot.com/"&gt;maçã de &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amacadeeva.blogspot.com/"&gt;eva&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta nomeação vem calcorreando blogs, com origem em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fly-awards.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://fly-awards.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-490845201631209828?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/490845201631209828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=490845201631209828' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/490845201631209828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/490845201631209828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/07/fly-awards.html' title='Fly Awards'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RpF7VZA9UyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/n8OpH38u3qg/s72-c/Fly_Awards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-6255557269076348201</id><published>2007-06-27T00:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:56:13.636Z</updated><title type='text'>Revolta do sedentarismo muscular</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080529465537024578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RoGqoZA9UkI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZcCElXwuIyM/s320/DSC09344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ontem saí de casa para uma daquelas caminhadas no parque verde aqui perto… Encontro um grupo de gente, diria umas 100 pessoas, quase perfeitamente coordenadas, que se movimentam num sério conjunto de passos… há musica e monitor! Há gente em movimento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de me fazer muito melhor, junto-me ao grupo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma boa forma de me opor a uma vida de sedentarismo!!&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito para exercitar uns quantos músculos que não tenho dado uso há tempos... e vai mais uma voltinha a correr… e mais uma a andar … e outra a fazer exercícios do circuito de manutenção.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, assim sim! Energia nova, músculos novos... (quase)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digamos que hoje não está a ser fácil… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parece-me que os meus músculos estão um nadinha revoltados com todos os movimentos que os obriguei a fazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que estão preguiçosos, ou serei eu?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mau…Esta vida sedentária ajuda muito pouco nisto de preparação física!&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando é que me vou dedicar definitivamente à ginástica?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias digo, convicta: é amanhã!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez foi ontem… Bolas, se me doem músculos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-6255557269076348201?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/6255557269076348201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=6255557269076348201' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6255557269076348201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6255557269076348201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/06/ontem-sa-de-casa-para-uma-daquelas.html' title='Revolta do sedentarismo muscular'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RoGqoZA9UkI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZcCElXwuIyM/s72-c/DSC09344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-2409204290231374293</id><published>2007-06-23T10:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-23T11:46:37.492Z</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos nadas que me sustentam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rn0CMTQxOJI/AAAAAAAAADE/aLuM9FDWG0k/s1600-h/DSC08728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079218365096081554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rn0CMTQxOJI/AAAAAAAAADE/aLuM9FDWG0k/s320/DSC08728.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;De: Fundação Jean Miró, BCN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Um sorriso que me atinge,&lt;br /&gt;aquele abraço que me envolve,&lt;br /&gt;um carinho que me toca,&lt;br /&gt;o teu olhar que me penetra,&lt;br /&gt;esse perfume...&lt;br /&gt;o convite que me arranca daqui,&lt;br /&gt;a tua visita inesperada,&lt;br /&gt;pensamentos que se cruzam,&lt;br /&gt;as nossas mãos que se enlaçam...&lt;br /&gt;... a força que me segura,&lt;br /&gt;na saudade que nos invade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos nadas que me sustentam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"A felicidade encontra-se nas pequeninas coisas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-2409204290231374293?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/2409204290231374293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=2409204290231374293' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/2409204290231374293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/2409204290231374293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/06/pequenos-nadas-que-me-sustentam.html' title='Pequenos nadas que me sustentam'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rn0CMTQxOJI/AAAAAAAAADE/aLuM9FDWG0k/s72-c/DSC08728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-5274743468001290615</id><published>2007-06-22T09:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-23T10:26:20.402Z</updated><title type='text'>...o tempo deste verso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RnzwKDQxOII/AAAAAAAAAC8/N1Q0SEXvam8/s1600-h/DSC08879..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RnzwKDQxOII/AAAAAAAAAC8/N1Q0SEXvam8/s320/DSC08879..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079198535232075906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."Espera &lt;br /&gt;É só o tempo&lt;br /&gt;de um sinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Espera&lt;br /&gt;É só o tempo &lt;br /&gt;de encostar o ouvido&lt;br /&gt;na parede&lt;br /&gt;e ouvir bater &lt;br /&gt;um coração&lt;br /&gt;lá dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Espera&lt;br /&gt;É só o tempo &lt;br /&gt;deste verso!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-5274743468001290615?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/5274743468001290615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=5274743468001290615' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/5274743468001290615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/5274743468001290615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-tempo-deste-verso.html' title='...o tempo deste verso!'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RnzwKDQxOII/AAAAAAAAAC8/N1Q0SEXvam8/s72-c/DSC08879..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-6201282022081637403</id><published>2007-06-10T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:32:32.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia a dia</title><content type='html'>Pipipi-pipipi-pipipi! comunica o despertador chato...&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho vontade de te mandar pela janela agorinha mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Mais uns dias de loucura, correria e confusão: &lt;br /&gt;Duche, peq-almoço, chaves e carro e um conjunto de tralha ao colo, trabalho, 30 min de almoço, trabalho e ...puff, chegar a casa de rastos... c mais umas tarefas á minha espera, p as quais hoje já n tenho cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolas, este é um dia a dia comum, tão rotineiro e desgastante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saudades do tempo em que eu acordava calmamente com o chilrear dos pàssaros à minha janela, numa casa do campo, onde as pessoas trabalham de "sol a sol" mas continuam sempre sorridentes e bem dispostas. &lt;br /&gt;Todos se conhecem na aldeia... todos se saudam qdo se cruzam!&lt;br /&gt;Que saudades de n ter filas de transito p chegar ao trabalho!&lt;br /&gt;Que saudades desta qualidade de vida no campo, onde sentimos que ha lugar p nós e o ar é respiravel...sem metro, sem correria... com vivacidade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-6201282022081637403?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/6201282022081637403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=6201282022081637403' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6201282022081637403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6201282022081637403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/06/dia-dia.html' title='Dia a dia'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-1701427532915253106</id><published>2007-05-29T21:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:22:19.746Z</updated><title type='text'>This could be "the first day of my life"</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yours is the first face that I saw&lt;br /&gt;I think I was blind before I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t know where I am &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;But I know where I want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought I’d let you know&lt;br /&gt;That these things take forever&lt;br /&gt;I especially am slow&lt;br /&gt;But I realize that I need you &lt;br /&gt;And I wondered if I could come home"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/AKxUVH3M0D/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/AKxUVH3M0D/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este podia ser o "primeiro dia da &lt;em&gt;minha&lt;/em&gt; vida"!&lt;br /&gt;Quase consigo levantar o pé do chão e "voar" por momentos, ao ver este pequeno video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É lindo estar apaixonado e ser correspondido...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que aquele "sorriso estupido" nos preenche de felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressionante como aqui é retratado um dia a dia tão próximo da realidade: abstração do mundo ... Homem lunático ... mulher apaixonada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma, cada um tem a sua forma particular de amar... e um olhar apaixonado tem sempre um brilho especial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-1701427532915253106?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/1701427532915253106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=1701427532915253106' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1701427532915253106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1701427532915253106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/05/httpryeupeast.html' title='This could be &quot;the first day of my life&quot;'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-1578597382728669173</id><published>2007-05-27T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:08:09.815Z</updated><title type='text'>A cada curva há um desafio</title><content type='html'>Não sei a origem deste excerto que chegou até mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi coloca-lo aqui no meu canto e partilhar convosco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A vida é cheia de términos e novos começos.&lt;br /&gt;A cada curva há algo que nos desafia,&lt;br /&gt;O que para uns é uma montanha intransponível,&lt;br /&gt;para outros é um desafio a vencer.&lt;br /&gt;O que se torna sombrio para alguns,&lt;br /&gt;ainda permanece iluminado para outros.&lt;br /&gt;Os optimistas vêem o caminho à frente,&lt;br /&gt;os pessimistas ficam tão ocupados em olhar para trás que não conseguem ver a solução bem diante deles.&lt;br /&gt;Se ficarmos agarrados à corda que nos arrasta para trás não teremos mãos livres para agarrar a corda que nos puxa para frente."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de uma série de lutas travadas nos últimos tempos, estas palavras encaixam como nunca nos meus pensamentos … fazem-me pensar e reflectir até onde vai o meu espírito de luta... até onde tenho força p me agarrar a essa corda, ou melhor, a que corda me quero segurar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se aplica o termo "kit mãos livres", porque não corresponde à realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, vou estendendo uma mão de cada vez ... até encontrar outra mão que me puxe p a frente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-1578597382728669173?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/1578597382728669173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=1578597382728669173' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1578597382728669173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1578597382728669173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/05/h-que-agarrar-corda.html' title='A cada curva há um desafio'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-4878208393542264201</id><published>2007-05-20T23:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-24T17:07:51.724Z</updated><title type='text'>...um desafio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Este foi um desafio que me foi lançado pela amiguita escondida em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.segredosdemim.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.segredosdemim.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; e ca estou eu a responder aos S's da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Cá vai então:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma hora do dia, seria:&lt;/span&gt; a hora de comer um gelado na esplanada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um astro, seria:&lt;/span&gt; o sol… Adoro ter luz natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma direcção, seria:&lt;/span&gt; a sabedoria de viver... é uma arte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um móvel, seria:…&lt;/span&gt; aquela mesinha de cabeceira com uma gaveta de recordações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um líquido, seria:&lt;/span&gt; elixir do amor… um olhar apaixonado tem sempre outro brilho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um pecado, seria:&lt;/span&gt; a luxúria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma pedra seria:&lt;/span&gt; esmeralda… n sei bem porquê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma árvore, seria:&lt;/span&gt; a mimosa… alguém me disse que representa a árvore dos namorados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um fruto, seria:&lt;/span&gt; um côco... feio por fora mas saboroso por dentro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma flor, seria:&lt;/span&gt; um Antúrio, adoro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um clima, seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;:...&lt;/span&gt; propício a uns banhos de sol, não muito quente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um instrumento musical, seria:&lt;/span&gt; violino… cria ambientes únicos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um elemento, seria:&lt;/span&gt; é preciso ter os pés na “terra”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma cor, seria:&lt;/span&gt; azul… sinónimo de infinito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um animal, seria:&lt;/span&gt; um golfinho… livre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um som, seria:&lt;/span&gt; a água de uma cascata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma música, seria:&lt;/span&gt; “Hear the world” … make it a better place for you ad for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um estilo musical, seria:&lt;/span&gt; depende do estado de espirito mas, tavez um Rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um sentimento, seria:&lt;/span&gt; Amor … daquele que nos faz respirar fundo e nos preenche de felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um livro, seria:&lt;/span&gt; “O Príncipezinho” … um discurso infantil para gente grande!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma comida, seria:&lt;/span&gt; … um delicioso bolo de chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um lugar, seria:&lt;/span&gt; as Cascatas do Niagara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um gosto, seria:&lt;/span&gt; um doce de frutos silvestres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um cheiro, seria:&lt;/span&gt; o cheiro da natureza (antes de o fogo lhe levar a dignidade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma palavra, seria&lt;/span&gt;: loucura … às vezes, sabe bem cometer loucuras, desde que as consequências não sejam amargas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um verbo, seria:&lt;/span&gt; lutar… pelas coisas em que acredito: amor, realização pessoal, amizade, objectivos de vida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um objecto, seria:&lt;/span&gt; Moldura… há sempre uma fotografia que fica ali bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma peça de roupa, seria:&lt;/span&gt; Langerie preta… sugestivo, não?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma parte do corpo, seria:&lt;/span&gt; os Olhos… são o espelho da alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma expressão facial, seria:&lt;/span&gt; sorrir… tira as teias do coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma personagem de desenhos animados, seria:&lt;/span&gt; a branca de neve… para ser acordada com o beijo mágico do príncipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um filme, seria:&lt;/span&gt; (não vejo muitos) … "O chocolate" parece-me bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma forma, seria:&lt;/span&gt; estrela… com diversas “pontas” para brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse um número, seria:&lt;/span&gt; um 5 sempre foi o eleito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma estação, seria:&lt;/span&gt; Primavera… tudo revitaliza e floresce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se fosse uma frase, seria:&lt;/span&gt; “O que não nos mata, torna-nos mais fortes!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem, e agora, cabe-me a mim passar lançar a bola p frente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim sendo, lanço o desafio a outros bloggistas: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A caneta fantastica: &lt;a href="http://www.biccristal.blogspot.com"&gt;Biccristal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evirgula.blogspot.com"&gt;Ponto e virgula&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eumeumundo.blogspot.com/"&gt;O meu mundo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aceitam?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-4878208393542264201?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/4878208393542264201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=4878208393542264201' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/4878208393542264201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/4878208393542264201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/05/um-desafio.html' title='...um desafio...'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-6735313727925773364</id><published>2007-05-14T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:43:13.092Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque "isto" me pertence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;27.Out.06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim de algum tempo... a coragem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está uma espectacular tarde de sol, depois dos dias chuvosos que devastaram o país.&lt;br /&gt;Ólho ligeiramente para a direita e, entre as árvores e os leves sopros de vento, vejo o castelo...&lt;br /&gt;esse castelo de Ourém, onde a serenidade é minha companheira!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ourém ... Parque linear... Art Caffé ... esplanada ... é onde me encontro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ouço música algures..."sei-te de cor" de Paulo Gonzo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta cidade o teu nome está escrito por toda a parte... relembro tantas coisas que tenho vivido por aqui...por todas a razões e mais alguma... lembro de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pego no telemóvel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, cinco meses depois, sinto-me com coragem para tentar ler essas mensagens que ficaram escritas numa pasta, até hoje... sem que as abrisse! Mensagens que me fizeram sentir feliz por ser especial, um dia...&lt;br /&gt;"Não vale a pena ISTO estar aqui!" Penso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apago umas quantas mensagens que, embora tivessem sido sentidas, parecem-me completamente ridículas ... agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sinto que estou feliz ou aliviada??! ...Não sei... quero apenas ser indiferente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, porque indiferente a esta mágoa, é o que não tenho conseguido ser... há coisas que persistem na memória, numa mistura de mágoa, alegria e tristeza ao mesmo tempo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"És especial, genuína e sincera. adoro-te" Definitivamente, não faz sentido guardar isto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaguei....Deparo-me a olhar no vazio,novamente, por mais uns minutos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É tão bom ter amigos" Relembro, embora por vezes pareça que me possa esquecer deles!&lt;br /&gt;Não é verdade!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vocês migas, embora não nos encontremos com a frequência que gostariamos, OBRIGADA pela força que me têm dado sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti, Miguel, quero agradecer-te pela forma como tens estado presente, desde que apareceste... largos anos depois de estudarmos na mesma cidade! Um abraço daqueles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a ti Jass, nem sei que te diga! Tens sido o meu "porto de abrigo" para me ajudar a levantar de novo... a rainha da paciência para me ouvir... companheira... ...tens sido simplesmente genial, espectacular... Adoro-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, leve pelo desabafo, nem sei se me apetece rir ou chorar mas... parto rumo a outras responsabilidades.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Deixo a esplanada,ligo o carro... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;...tranquilamente!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aqui vou eu...próxima paragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-6735313727925773364?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/6735313727925773364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=6735313727925773364' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6735313727925773364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6735313727925773364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/05/porque-isto-me-pertence.html' title='Porque &quot;isto&quot; me pertence'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-5524970431552587379</id><published>2007-05-11T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-11T19:04:58.571Z</updated><title type='text'>Valsinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Um dia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ele chegou tão diferente do seu jeito de sempre chegar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhou-a de um jeito muito mais quente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;do que sempre costumava olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não maldisse a vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;tanto quanto era seu jeito de sempre falar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nem deixou-a só num canto, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pra seu grande espanto, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;convidou-a pra rodar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E então ela se fez bonita &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;como há muito tempo não queria ousar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com seu vestido decotado &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheirando a guardado de tanto esperar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois os dois,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deram-se os braços como há muito tempo não se usava dar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E cheios de ternura e graça, foram para a praça e começaram a se abraçar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ali dançaram tanta dança que a vizinhança toda despertou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E foi tanta felicidade, que toda cidade se iluminou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E foram tantos beijos loucos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tantos gritos roucos como não se ouvia mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o mundo compreendeu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o dia amanheceu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em paz"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;De: Chico Buarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-5524970431552587379?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/5524970431552587379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=5524970431552587379' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/5524970431552587379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/5524970431552587379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/05/valsinha.html' title='Valsinha'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-8627196299945040296</id><published>2007-05-07T23:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:14:56.881Z</updated><title type='text'>Tudo uma questão de tempo</title><content type='html'>As vezes dou comigo a pensar que não tenho tempo para as coisas que me distraem.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de que, ja alguém me disse um dia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;“Só não temos tempo para o que não nos interessa”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me porque raio não tenho tempo para ler um livro, ou se tenho, porque é que rapidamente adormeço… bolas, que lufa-lufa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ter tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para viver e conviver, para encontrar os meus amigos e estar com eles sem sentir que &lt;em&gt;“dentro de segundos”&lt;/em&gt; o bocadinho agradável tem que ser adiado para mais tarde!&lt;br /&gt;Fico triste por pensar que “a vida são 2 dias” e que os vivemos absorvidos por trabalho. Trabalho esse que nos persegue até a casa e continua a segura-nos nas horas de sono… e pronto, vivemos assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, num ou outro trabalho por aqui e por acolá, consigo encontrar locais que valem a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rj-yNx0bRoI/AAAAAAAAACk/QLCq0R1Zrks/s1600-h/DSC09333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061960455968999042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rj-yNx0bRoI/AAAAAAAAACk/QLCq0R1Zrks/s320/DSC09333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locais que ficam ali gravados na memória porque me permitem a abstracção do trabalho, apesar de eu continuar a trabalhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheces!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-8627196299945040296?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/8627196299945040296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=8627196299945040296' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/8627196299945040296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/8627196299945040296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/05/tudo-uma-questo-de-tempo.html' title='Tudo uma questão de tempo'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Rj-yNx0bRoI/AAAAAAAAACk/QLCq0R1Zrks/s72-c/DSC09333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-1049808685294992061</id><published>2007-05-03T20:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:02:08.149Z</updated><title type='text'>Há quem diga que tem arte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Criado em 1929, o "Poble Espanyol" é um parque temático das regiões e cidades da Espanha, que se encontra na montanha de Montjuic - Barcelona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Com este parque pretendia-se representar um conjunto das melhores obras da arquitetura espanhola, para apresentar na &lt;strong&gt;Exposición Internacional de Barcelona de 1929&lt;/strong&gt;, já que se tratava de construir um recinto que fosse uma síntese da Espanha monumental e uma divulgação de sua cultura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Após a exposição, o intuito era demolir toda a construção, que foi feita o mais semelhante possivel aos monumentos originais. Contudo, tornou-se um grande factor de atração turística, talvez pelo grande impacto que gerou perante os inúmeros visitantes. É um parque dedicado à arte e converteu-se numa representação da arquitetura e urbanismo espanhóis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060429016660133442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjpBYR0bRkI/AAAAAAAAACE/xvbXd5EIIUc/s320/DSC08705...JPG" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Passeando de "máquina fotográfica em punho" pelo "Poble Espanyol", aí vai mais um flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui está uma fotografia que, como as restantes deste blog, é da minha autoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de passar horas a brincar com fotografias, esta foi mais uma... achei eu, até ao momento que alguém me diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Eh pá, é preciso ter jeito p fotografar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- É?! - &lt;/em&gt;pergunto eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À parte disso, deixo-vos mais algumas provas das particularidades deste pequeno espaço com grandes obras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060439191437657682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjpKoh0bRlI/AAAAAAAAACM/gu_u4GUJHcc/s320/DSC08708.JPG" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060439191437657698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjpKoh0bRmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Nv0ZxnWgm2M/s320/DSC08724..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-1049808685294992061?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/1049808685294992061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=1049808685294992061' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1049808685294992061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1049808685294992061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/05/h-quem-diga-que-tem-arte.html' title='Há quem diga que tem arte!'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjpBYR0bRkI/AAAAAAAAACE/xvbXd5EIIUc/s72-c/DSC08705...JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-4787683213968147469</id><published>2007-05-01T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:57:48.218Z</updated><title type='text'>O silêncio é interrompido pelo som da água!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, não há fila de trânsito, correria, horário a cumprir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a subir … máquina fotográfica em punho… km’s atrás de km’s percorridos entre curvas que mais parecem “cotovelos”.&lt;br /&gt;Montes despidos de árvores que os incêndios levaram nos últimos anos.&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma curva...e outra, e outra ainda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Como é que os habitantes daquelas casas vão para lá?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravinas, curvas, montes, algumas árvores que resistiram, uns ciclistas, rede de telemóvel reduzida ou nula, uns pingos de chuva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Xiii… que altura!?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos no miradouro.&lt;br /&gt;Avista-se o escarpado e frondoso vale das fragas.&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio era interrompido apenas pela água que corria, lá bem no fundindo, entre pedras e socalcos, formando cascatas!&lt;br /&gt;O vento arrefece os pingos de água que nos vão batendo no rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjfM2x0bRgI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q9AKERKqthE/s1600-h/DSC09225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059737947832272386" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="264" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjfM2x0bRgI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q9AKERKqthE/s320/DSC09225.JPG" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjfM2x0bRfI/AAAAAAAAABc/fnrf_7KDF_0/s1600-h/DSC09221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059737947832272370" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="275" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjfM2x0bRfI/AAAAAAAAABc/fnrf_7KDF_0/s320/DSC09221.JPG" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fragas de S. Simão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A água, completamente transparente, vai deslizando e contornando as enormes pedras que encontra no seu percurso ao longo da Ribeira d’Alge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que se ouve ali à volta é água a correr entre as rochas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Está-se bem aqui!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjfM3B0bRhI/AAAAAAAAABs/jO5u3Cg1BtM/s1600-h/DSC09229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059737952127239698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjfM3B0bRhI/AAAAAAAAABs/jO5u3Cg1BtM/s320/DSC09229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A infância apodera-se de nós no momento em que tropeçamos no cavalo de madeira e num baloiço.&lt;br /&gt;E ficamos ali... a inventar círculos na água enquanto mandamos pedrinhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Hum, que bom recordar estes bocadinhos de infância!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me ficar ali mas, já não dá mais tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjfM3B0bRjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0h_p6JSovwk/s1600-h/DSC09254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059737952127239730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjfM3B0bRjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0h_p6JSovwk/s320/DSC09254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Foz do Alge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolas, as férias ainda estão tão longe… mas, quando as férias ainda não são amanhã, nada melhor do que aproveitar um feriado para a verdadeira prática de turismo ambiental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respiro fundo... hum... quero mais dias destes!&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-4787683213968147469?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/4787683213968147469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=4787683213968147469' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/4787683213968147469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/4787683213968147469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-silncio-interrompido-apenas-pela-gua.html' title='O silêncio é interrompido pelo som da água!'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjfM2x0bRgI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q9AKERKqthE/s72-c/DSC09225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-6543664922006818266</id><published>2007-04-29T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:01:18.527Z</updated><title type='text'>Fotografias soltas I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="706" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l21/artdeimaginar/DSC06896.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pia do urso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="674" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l21/artdeimaginar/DSC07102.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alenquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="670" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l21/artdeimaginar/DSC08083.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guimarães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-6543664922006818266?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/6543664922006818266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=6543664922006818266' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6543664922006818266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6543664922006818266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/04/fotografias-soltas-i.html' title='Fotografias soltas I'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-1634636032733392719</id><published>2007-04-29T16:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:24:42.604Z</updated><title type='text'>"beijando um tolo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;" Estás longe...&lt;br /&gt;quando podia ser a tua estrela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu deste ouvidos às pessoas que te assustaram e te afastaram do meu coração. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É estranho, como foste suficientemente forte no início&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas, nunca encontrarás paz interior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enquanto não ouvires o teu coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As pessoas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nunca podes mudar a forma como eles sentem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vão roubar-te o coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;farão sempre com que quem ama se sinta um idiota.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, tu sabias que eu te amava &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podiamos ter mostrado a todos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É estranho ter pensado que me amavas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...parece que beijei um tolo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estás longe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca serei a tua estrela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou apanhar os pedaços e consertar o meu coração... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;talvez seja suficientemente forte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, não sei por onde começar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nunca encontrarei paz interior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enquanto ouvir o meu coração!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-1634636032733392719?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/1634636032733392719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=1634636032733392719' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1634636032733392719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1634636032733392719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/04/beijando-um-tolo.html' title='&quot;beijando um tolo&quot;'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-4351943941501954326</id><published>2007-04-28T15:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:58:34.095Z</updated><title type='text'>Da ponte há uma miragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjNrLh0bRYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MA22yXA6sUY/s1600-h/DSC09218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058504652268193154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjNrLh0bRYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MA22yXA6sUY/s320/DSC09218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A vida é uma viagem. Há um rio e uma margem.&lt;br /&gt;Onde é que queres estar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se "a ponte é uma passagem para a outra margem" e se a vista parece agradável, viajemos então até lá, vamos descobrir que há locais magníficos que deliciam os olhares atentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre uma miragem diferente do outro lado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-4351943941501954326?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/4351943941501954326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=4351943941501954326' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/4351943941501954326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/4351943941501954326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/04/ponte-miragem.html' title='Da ponte há uma miragem'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/RjNrLh0bRYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MA22yXA6sUY/s72-c/DSC09218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-6587600886828149285</id><published>2007-04-25T10:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:12:32.582Z</updated><title type='text'>Nas nuvens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Ri8uRR0bRXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qM7LvCnrA4g/s1600-h/DSC08521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057311780936303986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Ri8uRR0bRXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qM7LvCnrA4g/s320/DSC08521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhei contigo...criei a tua imagem à semelhança do ideal... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdi o medo e desenhei-te na minha mente!&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditei que viesses, porque eram apenas linhas que traçavam um sonho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, estavas ali tão perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ali mesmo ao meu lado... e eu, senti-me verdadeiramente nas nuvens!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancei,&lt;br /&gt;Fui Feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorei! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amei-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encheste-me de sonhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Voaste" comigo até ao cume da montanha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brincaste comigo na neve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ensinaste-me a dançar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espalhou-se a magia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devolveste-me os sentidos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senti a Felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senti-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje sonhei contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Imaginei-te de volta... fiquei Feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Estava verdadeiramente nas nuvens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje era apenas um sonho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-6587600886828149285?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/6587600886828149285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=6587600886828149285' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6587600886828149285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/6587600886828149285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/04/andando-nas-nuvens.html' title='Nas nuvens'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Ri8uRR0bRXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qM7LvCnrA4g/s72-c/DSC08521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-1063979675075129142</id><published>2007-04-22T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:47:14.232Z</updated><title type='text'>Buenas Migas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Riu3PUEzwqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08nt_CRDINw/s1600-h/DSC08895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056336480368312994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Riu3PUEzwqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08nt_CRDINw/s320/DSC08895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poderia referir-me áquele acompanhamento gastronómico típico da região de Leiria (migas com grelhados)... mas não é o caso.&lt;br /&gt;Poderia querer que reparassem naquele cartaz que diz "Xocolate"... mas, tb não é por aí!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei ver uma tasca, café ou lá o que fosse, com o nome de "BUENAS MIGAS"... porque estavas lá comigo em &lt;em&gt;Barça ...&lt;/em&gt; só faltavam as outras migas! (&lt;a href="http://www.oitomigalhas.blogspot.com"&gt;www.oitomigalhas.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-1063979675075129142?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/1063979675075129142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=1063979675075129142' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1063979675075129142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/1063979675075129142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/04/buenas-migas.html' title='Buenas Migas'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Riu3PUEzwqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08nt_CRDINw/s72-c/DSC08895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-3619005121667311319</id><published>2007-04-21T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:49:03.264Z</updated><title type='text'>Olhar indiscreto... assusta-te?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Riug5EEzwpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PP49xAtby40/s1600-h/DSC08879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056311908860412562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Riug5EEzwpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PP49xAtby40/s320/DSC08879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um olhar indiscreto que encontrei pelas ruas de Barcelona!&lt;br /&gt;...cativou-me, não sei explicar porquê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que, no dia a dia, olhamos as pessoas assim, de frente?!&lt;br /&gt;Será que temos coragem de ver as coisas tal qual são?!&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que o mundo nos assusta e receamos olhar de frente para as coisas assustadoras?!&lt;br /&gt;... hum, teriamos que dedicar umas horas a este assunto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para já ficamos apenas por uma fotografia onde as pessoas se olham de frente!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822579501611292195-3619005121667311319?l=artdimaginar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/feeds/3619005121667311319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822579501611292195&amp;postID=3619005121667311319' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3619005121667311319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822579501611292195/posts/default/3619005121667311319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artdimaginar.blogspot.com/2007/04/olhar-indiscreto-assusta-te.html' title='Olhar indiscreto... assusta-te?'/><author><name>Art d'Imaginar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737935447718492319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dzYjt1sj7z0/Riug5EEzwpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PP49xAtby40/s72-c/DSC08879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822579501611292195.post-5225285990846416962</id><published>2007-04-20T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:48:32.305Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... a continuidade ao blog &lt;a href="http://www.artdeimaginar.blogspot.com"&gt;www.artdeimaginar.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; 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