tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68118614072874474842024-03-14T00:56:53.034-07:00No calor da luaSentires...Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-1882739294414511612012-08-08T03:45:00.000-07:002012-08-08T03:45:13.240-07:00COLORIDO AZUL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-74574486559264238222012-03-05T09:17:00.003-08:002012-03-05T09:20:55.403-08:00SÚPLICA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJSIUCrc4yIIGaAYd6lKrOhZlo2SUmGBctYnU8UIry78LsvZJDMzL4mxNKOdCtsDaPPtBi8YaRoIySjKQM_cYKdDzVTJVaZwCvSRdg4inLBse_66nRQAWIPBcIXVKsnlBxk4C_tESDBy8/s1600/ceu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJSIUCrc4yIIGaAYd6lKrOhZlo2SUmGBctYnU8UIry78LsvZJDMzL4mxNKOdCtsDaPPtBi8YaRoIySjKQM_cYKdDzVTJVaZwCvSRdg4inLBse_66nRQAWIPBcIXVKsnlBxk4C_tESDBy8/s400/ceu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716464233907572162" /></a><br /><br />Agora que o silêncio é um mar sem ondas, <br />E que nele posso navegar sem rumo, <br />Não respondas <br />Às urgentes perguntas <br />Que te fiz. <br />Deixa-me ser feliz <br />Assim, <br />Já tão longe de ti como de mim. <br /><br />Perde-se a vida a desejá-la tanto. <br />Só soubemos sofrer, enquanto <br />O nosso amor <br />Durou. <br />Mas o tempo passou, <br />Há calmaria... <br />Não perturbes a paz que me foi dada. <br />Ouvir de novo a tua voz seria <br />Matar a sede com água salgada.<br /><br />Miguel TorgaRita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-85461724092230929562011-12-20T08:58:00.001-08:002011-12-20T13:43:20.442-08:00SENHORA DA PEDRA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEOjGcKpX7Q39McPw4P83Pkg11vfM33GMr25jf8X-AxKyyz_UrIy4QPOVfAf3bKnpuPzk4kSxvizCi08vrOaHpPqvJJPHu-4ezxveOM7tqd1jgz1VeO1ejt4818RWXJgPX-l__6cg5qIg/s1600/pedra+%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEOjGcKpX7Q39McPw4P83Pkg11vfM33GMr25jf8X-AxKyyz_UrIy4QPOVfAf3bKnpuPzk4kSxvizCi08vrOaHpPqvJJPHu-4ezxveOM7tqd1jgz1VeO1ejt4818RWXJgPX-l__6cg5qIg/s400/pedra+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688256278668017650" /></a><br />Recanto particular em Penha Garcia.Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-28181778422919583532011-11-02T10:03:00.000-07:002011-11-02T10:06:41.785-07:00DÚVIDA...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjposK-EMtRD87pqvwU0KvH6xSnJwXNskddUZBgnyt42z25l1LMT4QqqhdmUZR85ocbbj9RFIhXd_WmXJG9M4jeaa-9KHTSMONvmZNapEfa6xh5E0sH9GVZorTj6zIDxMIizYc2-44f06U/s1600/DSC_8763.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjposK-EMtRD87pqvwU0KvH6xSnJwXNskddUZBgnyt42z25l1LMT4QqqhdmUZR85ocbbj9RFIhXd_WmXJG9M4jeaa-9KHTSMONvmZNapEfa6xh5E0sH9GVZorTj6zIDxMIizYc2-44f06U/s400/DSC_8763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670445958330374530" /></a><br />Estou a pensar no que quero, se o que tenho é o que quero e se consigo viver com o que tenho, mas não quero.Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-22000372549768278522011-09-15T15:22:00.001-07:002011-09-15T15:31:05.288-07:00RECOMEÇAR...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lfnYLrP_GS0zDWC5cOF5-_yuxr0sjYnw1pNdXlSWZV81BoT3xVHP9ClaZzAJqkPshIKVEzNKBbUesRSe85s31lqSlhjho7SbOx0WWi5odft9r-2zTmXG258F-XNPHP-Hr9_hvfX3Z_o/s1600/DSC_8925.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lfnYLrP_GS0zDWC5cOF5-_yuxr0sjYnw1pNdXlSWZV81BoT3xVHP9ClaZzAJqkPshIKVEzNKBbUesRSe85s31lqSlhjho7SbOx0WWi5odft9r-2zTmXG258F-XNPHP-Hr9_hvfX3Z_o/s400/DSC_8925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652717511357013714" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">Recomeça....<br />Se puderes<br />Sem angústia<br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; ">... E sem pressa.<br />E os passos que deres,<br />Nesse caminho duro<br />Do futuro<br />Dá-os em liberdade.<br />Enquanto não alcances<br />Não descanses.<br />De nenhum fruto queiras só metade.<br /><br />E, nunca saciado,<br />Vai colhendo ilusões sucessivas no pomar.<br />Sempre a sonhar e vendo<br />O logro da aventura.<br />És homem, não te esqueças!<br />Só é tua a loucura<br />Onde, com lucidez, te reconheças...<br /><br />Miguel Torga</span></span></span>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-41117213094553146452011-09-06T04:27:00.000-07:002011-09-06T04:28:07.594-07:00EM FRENTE...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" >"Às vezes, a nossa vida é colocada de cabeça para baixo,<br />para que possamos aprender a viver de cabeça para cima." </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-63205431027925275222011-07-26T09:09:00.000-07:002011-07-26T09:12:18.854-07:00SER AVÓSer avó é amar,<div>amar, amar</div><div>duas vezes e saber, </div><div>saber que o amor</div><div>não tem lugar:</div><div>no coração ou na mão</div><div>ele está ali para ficar.</div><div><br /></div><div>julho de 1991</div>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-23668316781357891662011-07-18T16:17:00.000-07:002011-07-18T16:22:02.718-07:00SUAVEMENTE...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83c84ss76oV0h0DIJ_j0VH9OFY_LaJRK-wmq-wd_f4rcwziA7kEAqHoscEAH0iLEze-8BoKy444_O6CEfA4MO1ExysD_dHmx-9WU_csur5Mc0U6rgdnf1lFconpllmhBJL2hKAUa3Pw4/s1600/rita_bateiras.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83c84ss76oV0h0DIJ_j0VH9OFY_LaJRK-wmq-wd_f4rcwziA7kEAqHoscEAH0iLEze-8BoKy444_O6CEfA4MO1ExysD_dHmx-9WU_csur5Mc0U6rgdnf1lFconpllmhBJL2hKAUa3Pw4/s400/rita_bateiras.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630835821621839378" /></a>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-63350675415290842352011-05-24T11:30:00.001-07:002011-05-24T11:37:36.109-07:00UM POUCO MAIS DE NÓS<span class="conteudo" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: georgia; position: relative; float: left; width: 400px; height: auto; font-size: 14px; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: georgia; ">Podes dar uma centelha de lua,<br />um colar de pétalas breves<br />ou um farrapo de nuvem;<br />podes dar mais uma asa<br />a quem tem sede de voar<br />ou apenas o tesouro sem preço<br />do teu tempo em qualquer lugar;<br />podes dar o que és e o que sentes<br />sem que te perguntem<br />nome, sexo ou endereço;<br />podes dar em suma, com emoção,<br />tudo aquilo que, em silêncio,<br />te segreda o coração;<br />podes dar a rima sem rima<br />de uma música só tua<br />a quem sofre a miséria dos dias<br />na noite sem tecto de uma rua;<br />podes juntar o diamante da dádiva<br />ao húmus de uma crença forte e antiga,<br />sob a forma de poema ou de cantiga;<br />podes ser o livro, o sonho, o ponteiro<br />do relógio da vida sem atraso,<br />e sendo tudo isso serás ainda mais,<br />anónimo, pleno e livre,<br />nau sempre aparelhada para deixar o cais,<br />porque o que conta, vendo bem,<br />é dar sempre um pouco mais,<br />sem factura, sem fama, sem horário,<br />que a máxima recompensa de quem dá<br />é o júbilo de um gesto voluntário.<br /><br />E, afinal, tudo isso quanto vale ?<br />Vale o nada que é tudo<br />sempre que damos de nós<br />o que, sendo acto amor, ganha voz<br />e se torna eterno por ser único e total.<br /><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: georgia; ">José Jorge Letria</span></span></span>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-29008799469749709362011-04-15T16:11:00.001-07:002011-04-20T13:02:38.463-07:00JANELA ENTREABERTA...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvwrQTzfaFh5WgSIcxwmT8F-MIyowPzFQ5B4n9m7cX3odF7ZzURst52G7bMHWnuxTnwnHK7uL5mw0U43uJdJOiFXY6d2O-wH28mKPKg1NZpIVXWhv-HLyket1UIkfaII-DD0Js7pyI4Rc/s1600/DSC_7976.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; 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line-height:115%"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:13.5pt; line-height:115%"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:13.5pt; line-height:115%"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">(…)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">Às vezes abro a janela e encontro o</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; "> </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%; "><br /><span class="apple-style-span">jasmineiro em flor. Outras vezes</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">encontro nuvens espessas. Avisto</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">crianças que vão para a escola. Pardais</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">que pulam pelo muro. Gatos que abrem</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">e fecham os olhos, sonhando com</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">pardais. Borboletas brancas, duas a</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">duas, como refeletidas no espelho do ar.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">(…)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">Mas, quando falo dessas pequenas</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: 115%; "> </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%; "><br /><span class="apple-style-span">felicidades certas, que estão diante de</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">cada janela, uns dizem que essas coisas</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">não existem, outros que só existem</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">diante das minhas janelas, e outros,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">finalmente, que é preciso aprender a</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">olhar, para poder vê-las assim.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">Cecília Meireles</span></span></p>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-4190964618676725912011-03-28T14:30:00.001-07:002011-03-28T15:02:27.322-07:00CONTRASTE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdIY5cmCd0gxjo8wtznyvgBYe7fAIFetjhPULc3QtPFGjNv7Qwbu-it7TlKRIJr4O3Z8oBFpwYTTn5veMchyQ8-OV2U0WQFT_hrJ3x6V4YHJaJZehklTRfMdsmLZTWal66O6njXipC0w/s1600/DSC_7799.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdIY5cmCd0gxjo8wtznyvgBYe7fAIFetjhPULc3QtPFGjNv7Qwbu-it7TlKRIJr4O3Z8oBFpwYTTn5veMchyQ8-OV2U0WQFT_hrJ3x6V4YHJaJZehklTRfMdsmLZTWal66O6njXipC0w/s400/DSC_7799.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589246861829182354" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Recantos exteriores, feitos de luz e contrastes...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYUBPxUmsIYQB5U6kNqdMFCZGrX0gukJo1y3b7E5JKEEFANhhyphenhyphenpYa3gXRbGsYHHpXaTOtztZmmB4OAFvm1QiGQ5oIXEKJysEyD0svruFaupqGGaum5_8UfN9Oe_cwU3lxk9AdhZIyoE4/s1600/DSC_7799.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-89742879567419331102011-03-13T05:32:00.000-07:002011-03-30T14:18:43.113-07:00IMAGINE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKN7Nor0bK-dPFGPguUjCX9dL2oVS6SX8NVAupeEaByaKN0FD_NxXTMbTR6gtq1gPi7AaAJD2dLBKf7MXOjWCp4ClNPrB-PzXMwViHWAZXFohWMQ16HjyWczfJhHhUTEjCJ38ZUcUJxm8/s1600/DSC_7745.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKN7Nor0bK-dPFGPguUjCX9dL2oVS6SX8NVAupeEaByaKN0FD_NxXTMbTR6gtq1gPi7AaAJD2dLBKf7MXOjWCp4ClNPrB-PzXMwViHWAZXFohWMQ16HjyWczfJhHhUTEjCJ38ZUcUJxm8/s400/DSC_7745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583542635014386098" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQf5QjeRj7wvxj3Pz8CpxP8UGKc96ZFrkQUuEFZQJ47DjhOZQ6UbfDSlYT6UgHCSsKBX9ZbT3az_EwRxu9EuO34WAO6oyQgjX_ZVTy0yIe5ggheWHovqFjrl2ztcJnMXBGsMrv77w01A/s1600/DSC_7741.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Imagine there's no Heaven</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /><span class="apple-style-span">It's easy if you try</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">No hell below us</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Above us only sky</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Imagine all the people</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Living for today</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Imagine there's no countries</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">It isn't hard to do</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Nothing to kill or die for</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">And no religion too</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Imagine all the people</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Living life in peace</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">You may say that I'm a dreamer</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">But I'm not the only one</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I hope someday you'll join us</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">And the world will be as one</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Imagine no possessions</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I wonder if you can</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">No need for greed or hunger</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">A brotherhood of man</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Imagine all the people</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Sharing all the world</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">You may say that I'm a dreamer</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">But I'm not the only one</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I hope someday you'll join us</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">And the world will live as one</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;">John Lennon</span></span></p>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-40602283553402925682011-03-08T14:34:00.000-08:002011-03-08T14:35:12.623-08:00WOMAN<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_O8s2kg8ufc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-38293772443493814472011-03-07T16:54:00.000-08:002011-03-07T16:59:39.533-08:00PRENÚNCIO DE PRIMAVERA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5-fzxbAGTzH9lJuQrbDeEH5gvuDPGw84naC5F0bSrZe-7PW_J37aJ8fc5ywffM1M8ZZ3V3GwXxjfIaSa7_RpGBzl3UKWOcmjMtWTdZCEFBzpfGvcM5UMVtpT_CnWCyQBLW78uT7TvwM/s1600/DSC_7721.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5-fzxbAGTzH9lJuQrbDeEH5gvuDPGw84naC5F0bSrZe-7PW_J37aJ8fc5ywffM1M8ZZ3V3GwXxjfIaSa7_RpGBzl3UKWOcmjMtWTdZCEFBzpfGvcM5UMVtpT_CnWCyQBLW78uT7TvwM/s400/DSC_7721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581507159085542514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF8L4rPNJ2jCMdsqvJpJSpgoTgxFRknT0HGIfsUQt3YyO90Jwyl1O5nj3_vb11g_cXjVX09Hus9qMIQ7voy4_9ZpmQO0cPQsPmFJ860iQ8ZvyW1BjAiSlOow0jVLNF0YjTMukVQMg95u0/s1600/DSC_7708.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF8L4rPNJ2jCMdsqvJpJSpgoTgxFRknT0HGIfsUQt3YyO90Jwyl1O5nj3_vb11g_cXjVX09Hus9qMIQ7voy4_9ZpmQO0cPQsPmFJ860iQ8ZvyW1BjAiSlOow0jVLNF0YjTMukVQMg95u0/s400/DSC_7708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581507153510531906" /></a>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-30341401540613623382011-03-01T13:22:00.000-08:002011-03-01T13:26:04.485-08:00MALICORNE - Le Luneux.<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZR1rAWWH9OY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-4632364791378450682011-02-14T06:35:00.000-08:002011-02-14T06:37:30.243-08:00Post-It Love<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TsKghhQ41FM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-20598786288500193282011-01-28T06:08:00.000-08:002011-01-28T06:19:31.273-08:00ARTE DINÂMICA«Eu, Elvis, sinto-me orgulhoso de o conhecer. Jamais me irei esquecer do senhor e a sua obra vai ficar gravada para sempre, na minha memória! Realmente, se o <i>Vasa </i>não tivesse todos esses ornamentos não seria tão belo! Seria um grande e poderoso navio. Assim, além de ser um grande e poderoso navio, é também muito belo e essa condição torna-o único.»<div>«Queres tu dizer, rapaz, que um simples objeto se pode tornar belo se tiver qualquer coisa, qualquer sinal, nem que seja uma pinta pintada de uma cor alegre...»</div><div>«Sim, é isso mesmo», refletiu Elvis. «Os nossos sentimento e os nossos pensamentos têm de voar, voar... têm de ser livres e têm de encontrar o sítio certo para se dar, para se mostrar, para se oferecer. O senhor, por exemplo, revela-se aqui neste navio!...»</div><div><br /></div><div>Carvalho, Cristina. <i>O gato de Uppsala </i>(obra recomendada pelo PNL)</div>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-53501543219062008502011-01-09T14:38:00.000-08:002011-01-09T14:39:38.466-08:00A PENSAR NO VERÃO...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_ZaiGosb1VUAUBh7FcBht9oLV_fmYdZfliDX4u0cActFmh7ItPOWv0Do09-x4ESsojArKINmdofE9dabAxE2iKV-aNmLZXtEUmqre-pJ6quCs_WcmbOZDR7Ci8Mg0GKrU40eMgPpWUA/s1600/rita_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" 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class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>quem não viaja, quem não lê, quem não ouve música,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>quem não encontra graça em si mesmo.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Morre lentamente,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>quem destrói o seu amor-próprio, quem não se deixa ajudar.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Morre lentamente,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>quem se transforma em escravo do hábito,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>repetindo todos os dias os mesmos trajetos, quem não muda de marca,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>não se arrisca a vestir uma nova cor, ou não conversa com quem não conhece.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Morre lentamente,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>quem faz da televisão o seu guru.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Morre lentamente,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>quem evita uma paixão,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>quem prefere o negro sobre o branco e</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>os pontos sobre os "is" em detrimento de um redemoinho de emoções,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>justamente as que resgatam o brilho dos olhos,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>sorrisos dos bocejos,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>corações aos tropeços e sentimentos.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Morre lentamente,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">quem não vira a mesa quando está infeliz com o seu trabalho,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>quem não arrisca o certo pelo incerto para ir atrás de um sonho,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>quem não se permite pelo menos uma vez na vida fugir dos conselhos sensatos.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Morre lentamente,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>quem passa os dias queixando-se da sua má sorte ou da chuva incessante.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Morre lentamente,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>quem abandona um projeto antes de iniciá-lo,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>não pergunta sobre um assunto que desconhece,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>ou não responde quando lhe indagam sobre algo que sabe.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Evitemos a morte em doses suaves,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>recordando sempre que estar vivo</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>exige um esforço muito maior que o simples facto de respirar.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Pablo Neruda</span><br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span></p>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-50689842697104323992011-01-01T11:50:00.000-08:002011-01-01T11:52:15.107-08:00MÃOS À OBRA!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95TyDqr0nNwap_9sZsM2aY9BgV4HGvhJ76h66mP0hfcL6QzOYVAPBQd7MRNGPjIgOR33cP-39hpr-kKW8miPOM1fO9wmGgVXLpJ9eiw6h0qnOM0Czj5lqjFANn5ysiMZBqj2b3t9jNok/s1600/volunt.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95TyDqr0nNwap_9sZsM2aY9BgV4HGvhJ76h66mP0hfcL6QzOYVAPBQd7MRNGPjIgOR33cP-39hpr-kKW8miPOM1fO9wmGgVXLpJ9eiw6h0qnOM0Czj5lqjFANn5ysiMZBqj2b3t9jNok/s400/volunt.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557307594550405282" /></a>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-65118207794750758022010-12-27T14:50:00.000-08:002010-12-30T15:52:55.202-08:00SÓ É PRECISO SABER VER!<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; ">«O tempo é um atleta batoteiro, toma drogas proibidas, corre mais que todos. E quanto mais o quisermos agarrar, porque resta pouco, mais ele corre. Por isso são sábios os velhos dos kimbos, nunca querem agarrar o tempo, deixam-no passar por eles, as peles devem ser rugosas e o tempo entranha-se nelas, deslizando com mais dificuldade. Entranha-se mesmo nas peles das mulheres velhas tratadas diariamente com leite coalhado e óleos tirados de sementes especiais para ficarem macias. Se elas usam a sabedoria dos anciãos, as peles lisas pelo leite e óleo têm no entanto entalhes, escarificações, travando a corrida do tempo. Nós achamos ser superiores, modernos, vivemos em cidades, porém não sabemos nada disto. O tempo goza com a nossa estúpida vaidade, passa por nós como um foguete, nos torna seus escravos. os velhos dos kimbos não correm atrás, antes ficam parados contemplando as diferentes manchas de uma vaca, distinguindo uma de outra, assim conhecendo toda a manada, a sua e a dos vizinhos. Ficam a ver as formigas fazendo carreiros no solo seco ou os pássaros sulcando riscos no espaço. Tantos riscos desenham os pássaros no espaço! Só é preciso saber ver.»<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:150%"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Pepetela, <i>O Planalto e a Estepe</i> (2009)<span class="Apple-style-span" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#C4BC96;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:191"><o:p> </o:p></span></p></span><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; "><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#FF9933"><o:p> </o:p></span></p></span><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#FFCC99"><o:p> </o:p></span></p></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#FF99CC"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-22945535258707369822010-12-20T15:57:00.000-08:002010-12-20T16:10:08.897-08:00PODIA TER SIDO...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0XYkwKNQQkHnGH5K3XpuzWPVX0GURost1h0cY7qOjgSogB2JnmGwgFlZPUxMkRlaFpJmFVj909OBKKYZe6KXo43p-BEC0eaKPdaFZjhAK5QwsYK9l99V32cgNBUvDwBatwApjPc7fNc/s1600/robin_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0XYkwKNQQkHnGH5K3XpuzWPVX0GURost1h0cY7qOjgSogB2JnmGwgFlZPUxMkRlaFpJmFVj909OBKKYZe6KXo43p-BEC0eaKPdaFZjhAK5QwsYK9l99V32cgNBUvDwBatwApjPc7fNc/s400/robin_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552920790086463058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0Pq60uWxF3cTBoap1ZZlHI-93S3u677oMxYEpEkWIhVKCJe8Pj-jL9QYWjOgyJ2X6L_WRoFdX5R6q1yyes0Cvhqwn1QydaZHwkB1kObeCutKiFhNq_nzHsVkyubJexr0kCe3Nd53OiU/s1600/robin_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0Pq60uWxF3cTBoap1ZZlHI-93S3u677oMxYEpEkWIhVKCJe8Pj-jL9QYWjOgyJ2X6L_WRoFdX5R6q1yyes0Cvhqwn1QydaZHwkB1kObeCutKiFhNq_nzHsVkyubJexr0kCe3Nd53OiU/s400/robin_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552920783950641762" /></a><div><br /></div><div>... numa qualquer Primavera, mas não.<br /><div><div>Durante o Inverno, com um frio de rachar, desde que o sol abra um pouquinho, eles aparecem e posam desta maneira. O robin é o meu favorito.</div></div></div>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-32816230132581459512010-12-18T15:40:00.001-08:002010-12-18T16:00:39.663-08:00FELIZ NATAL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknDFxobJ-4-QZ8MEjANjKmjfyJX8RC2kkjaDTNJFgHywowokzCLFZaQuMJbtF-3exNX8o-Y4eZdpbR36466CLV1xcESnMkmjKpFlkscjXIcg-BXCxhE6cQ_1YjmVa9hgS5cXJRhxKo1Y/s1600/estrela.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknDFxobJ-4-QZ8MEjANjKmjfyJX8RC2kkjaDTNJFgHywowokzCLFZaQuMJbtF-3exNX8o-Y4eZdpbR36466CLV1xcESnMkmjKpFlkscjXIcg-BXCxhE6cQ_1YjmVa9hgS5cXJRhxKo1Y/s200/estrela.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552171786841472802" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#92D050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Merry Christmas <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#00B050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Frohe Weihnachten<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#00B050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;color:#92D050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Veselé Vánoce</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#00B050;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"> <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Feliz Navidad<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#92D050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Glaedelig Jul</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#00B050; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> Joyeux Noel </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#92D050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Boldog arácsonyt</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#00B050;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#00B050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Buon Natale</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; color:#92D050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> Mutlu Noeller</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#00B050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Milied it-Tajjeb <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;color:#92D050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Selamat Hari Krismas</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#00B050;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#00B050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Selamat Hari Natal <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#92D050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Nadolig Llawen</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; color:#00B050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Maligayang Pasko God Jul<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#00B050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;color:#92D050;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Marjinal<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;color:#00B050">Bo Nadal <o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><br /></p></span><p></p>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-36185130582879896462010-12-10T15:51:00.001-08:002010-12-10T15:53:37.243-08:00AVALIAÇÃO<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuqjMYgCDNasVIute2wAfxB7Q2SGjlwNoX1LJVSSPuBIlS_-BBXJldycjMrKJlqYzyiB3TghY4JmMwCqHJT2S_GxQGw6jCt6A_QCvKlW0dJV-3RzZjX5WlPdgEn-VnS_pfN1G17Z6MKE/s1600/escolares_85.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuqjMYgCDNasVIute2wAfxB7Q2SGjlwNoX1LJVSSPuBIlS_-BBXJldycjMrKJlqYzyiB3TghY4JmMwCqHJT2S_GxQGw6jCt6A_QCvKlW0dJV-3RzZjX5WlPdgEn-VnS_pfN1G17Z6MKE/s400/escolares_85.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549205729393912194" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Fim-de-semana de avaliação, tempo de reflexão...</div>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811861407287447484.post-26933480273059018362010-12-07T15:37:00.001-08:002010-12-07T15:47:07.881-08:00HAICAI DE OUTONO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FSNprvvONAOXuhXnSJjN1ZHyfwoUshIXfZOi2PGmZokkrnGpnz3qpcfNPXFRJHKKK9-UJjTzdBB5q__M2HgKNVR9fOVTrgXci1yxi-_ZeM7uKQ_pcr7O3kePkoAsR9jkrOec4r0mxFs/s1600/bosque.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FSNprvvONAOXuhXnSJjN1ZHyfwoUshIXfZOi2PGmZokkrnGpnz3qpcfNPXFRJHKKK9-UJjTzdBB5q__M2HgKNVR9fOVTrgXci1yxi-_ZeM7uKQ_pcr7O3kePkoAsR9jkrOec4r0mxFs/s400/bosque.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548089977438763362" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><br />Uma borboleta amarela?<br />Ou uma folha seca<br />Que se desprendeu e não quis pousar?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Mário Quintana</span></div>Rita Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09574318604712142188noreply@blogger.com0