tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66483841816565521332024-03-13T12:35:32.627+00:00Afectos e dúvidasEscrevo com afecto, e fotografo para não duvidar do que já vi.mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.comBlogger642125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-65613283145973574692022-06-06T01:51:00.004+01:002022-06-06T18:24:19.535+01:00Observadora.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvn1_fQYRB7BhLI6Rp1cEmE_UyF0yr7nqjYTjrSgG63MK84PGBL4jWyyTIuHQhh7Q-WATwsXco03WwzkPVKaKXMAZ3Er4nZ70Xs3Hd-emDoSH5U1vwj9myfYrOac3BvzqGydkVv8VfZ9MMbwky7-Mmz5l7BfUbq_ja-006IesNtpiadC3GPTrNAVIHSA/s4000/DSCN3253.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2999" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvn1_fQYRB7BhLI6Rp1cEmE_UyF0yr7nqjYTjrSgG63MK84PGBL4jWyyTIuHQhh7Q-WATwsXco03WwzkPVKaKXMAZ3Er4nZ70Xs3Hd-emDoSH5U1vwj9myfYrOac3BvzqGydkVv8VfZ9MMbwky7-Mmz5l7BfUbq_ja-006IesNtpiadC3GPTrNAVIHSA/w640-h480/DSCN3253.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Cegonha-branca (Ciconia ciconia)</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Todas as palavras nos meus olhos, e tornei-me sem culpa, uma
espiã de momentos. Observadora de bichos de asas negras, brancas e coloridas. O
tempo é curto para tudo o que queremos, e ávida destes vícios, saio nas
madrugadas para regressar ao sol-posto. Que tempo tenho para vos escrever?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Texto e fotografia, mz</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Algum trabalho fotográfico </span><a href="https://www.instagram.com/zezezit/" style="font-size: x-small;">aqui</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-18358176003433629362022-05-27T15:41:00.001+01:002022-05-27T15:41:10.982+01:00Até chegarem as andorinhas<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEcTEwRq9DwxgLFfh7XjfohrPhyEjdkyPCuOIBScSRYHtfchJMaCcCfqyheRY5q7WJTMTumbar390GA1CfdTuK_L19sAvrSCxeon4ZRpekgfyKiGyWhUtu44LFlkwukGThNGgKDenitsJY7hoOT_4l-zYf9SlITqgjGZkA1Ld7a0xK6BOt2yC2Xkybw/s3644/DSCN3577..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2734" data-original-width="3644" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEcTEwRq9DwxgLFfh7XjfohrPhyEjdkyPCuOIBScSRYHtfchJMaCcCfqyheRY5q7WJTMTumbar390GA1CfdTuK_L19sAvrSCxeon4ZRpekgfyKiGyWhUtu44LFlkwukGThNGgKDenitsJY7hoOT_4l-zYf9SlITqgjGZkA1Ld7a0xK6BOt2yC2Xkybw/w640-h480/DSCN3577..jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica na foto para melhor imagem)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Como se não existisse tempo, não conto os dias que vos deixei
a sós com uma sementeira de gotas em esqueletos de flores. As festas foram
passando nas gargalhadas de um inverno seco, e a primavera chegou com espinhos de
guerra absolutamente malévola. Andei numa míngua de palavras escritas, até
chegarem as andorinhas.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Texto e fotografia, mz</span></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-53584055183749104142021-12-12T19:53:00.005+00:002021-12-12T19:53:56.030+00:00Gotas de Chuva.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiePUWw-w4AdCPls7SsyJ98_5VYS82wzrLf8FvTeB1xirYFOx8GllQ5bADJW2uMQnl1dIyrEnraXo6d4huwOxiGMaQ-186xRTIkTge-mc7YRuJAj4YTirOwAZMnVHdoxsZaqG7Uqmgkx4bPAK0NQUTH4JITWxiEd2mvQk2BKlqtOSTXgAvKTliU3fqx0A=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiePUWw-w4AdCPls7SsyJ98_5VYS82wzrLf8FvTeB1xirYFOx8GllQ5bADJW2uMQnl1dIyrEnraXo6d4huwOxiGMaQ-186xRTIkTge-mc7YRuJAj4YTirOwAZMnVHdoxsZaqG7Uqmgkx4bPAK0NQUTH4JITWxiEd2mvQk2BKlqtOSTXgAvKTliU3fqx0A=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica na foto para melhor imagem)</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Foi Deus que
se lembrou de semear gotas de chuva em esqueletos de flores. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nunca seria eu a arquiteta
de coisas tão belas. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Foi Deus. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Merece
adoração.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <p></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-56420796904985328112021-11-29T23:02:00.004+00:002021-11-29T23:09:43.282+00:00Birdwatching - verão e outono.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvz3TJdPNuo/YaVQa81vUbI/AAAAAAAAFcA/WxdgDjyj7BcnaiqD3KOZw07PzhpWhUzWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/RSCN3417.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvz3TJdPNuo/YaVQa81vUbI/AAAAAAAAFcA/WxdgDjyj7BcnaiqD3KOZw07PzhpWhUzWwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/RSCN3417.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AY3lgn9lkiE/YaVQahAZ6cI/AAAAAAAAFb8/4S44XLdiHesII0_2AeEF0puNitMBxYxRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN9926.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AY3lgn9lkiE/YaVQahAZ6cI/AAAAAAAAFb8/4S44XLdiHesII0_2AeEF0puNitMBxYxRQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN9926.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z2PT_MB8yo/YaVQaAqHD8I/AAAAAAAAFb4/3kIqlEyaqJQ953ovXCxHdeCZgEiM-GThwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN4692.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1535" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z2PT_MB8yo/YaVQaAqHD8I/AAAAAAAAFb4/3kIqlEyaqJQ953ovXCxHdeCZgEiM-GThwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN4692.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03A60fKx5kE/YaVQaFgLyII/AAAAAAAAFb0/Wpg5sI8vHeY4-UDWeOcR7P53rhqPrZvqACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN3589.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03A60fKx5kE/YaVQaFgLyII/AAAAAAAAFb0/Wpg5sI8vHeY4-UDWeOcR7P53rhqPrZvqACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN3589.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy8jLVGip5w/YaVQZz2CeCI/AAAAAAAAFbw/T-ESRMsqLQQbmUgOFogPcAnuSgH1KIe6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN3465.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy8jLVGip5w/YaVQZz2CeCI/AAAAAAAAFbw/T-ESRMsqLQQbmUgOFogPcAnuSgH1KIe6gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN3465.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxeNG61VOTk/YaVQY7sdppI/AAAAAAAAFbo/6daY4AFwjUoiWzSfGNa5ziWZg7fmdwFOACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN3227.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxeNG61VOTk/YaVQY7sdppI/AAAAAAAAFbo/6daY4AFwjUoiWzSfGNa5ziWZg7fmdwFOACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN3227.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1MxliByccwA/YaVQZIqWKPI/AAAAAAAAFbs/UEs5BK3dmgQnHG-M28N5_ZQgkJjZe3d8QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN0395.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1MxliByccwA/YaVQZIqWKPI/AAAAAAAAFbs/UEs5BK3dmgQnHG-M28N5_ZQgkJjZe3d8QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN0395.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOn2y5i2_w4/YaVQYyZ2hCI/AAAAAAAAFbk/uElwFrddVPUPT1UJm5FE06EesTezr1Q6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN0196.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOn2y5i2_w4/YaVQYyZ2hCI/AAAAAAAAFbk/uElwFrddVPUPT1UJm5FE06EesTezr1Q6wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN0196.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(clica na fotos para melhor imagem)</span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p> *</o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Procuro o<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">som dos pássaros<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">e deixo-me ficar, até que se agite um bater de asa.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Não peço que entendam<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Este vício de estar quieta<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Nas madrugadas de verão<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">*</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Porque ando atrasada com as minhas partilhas no blogue, deixo estes passarinhos observados no verão e no início do outono deste ano.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Pisco-de-peito-azul</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Andorinha-das-chaminés</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Bico-de-lacre</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Chasco-cinzento</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Papa-moscas-preto</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Cartaxo-nortenho</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Pintassilgo</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Bispo-de-coroa-amarela</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><br /><p></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-32693993165444868462021-11-18T23:04:00.006+00:002021-11-19T14:43:01.005+00:00Esta cor alegre das romãs.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkCCz4B1HJ0/YZe2UMRZJqI/AAAAAAAAFbc/JkyTBHtLpWQReE82c_n5uUwVUq2o4WfZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkCCz4B1HJ0/YZe2UMRZJqI/AAAAAAAAFbc/JkyTBHtLpWQReE82c_n5uUwVUq2o4WfZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0003.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="text-align: center;">Perdi-me no tempo, e fiz da ausência,</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Angústia de não estar presente.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Perdi na memória,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">tantas coisas.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Foi como um sono longo<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Uma dormência.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Depois, no regresso, <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">esta cor alegre das romãs.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clicar na fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-39059132859779248562021-07-01T19:03:00.008+01:002022-05-27T14:38:50.678+01:00Uma espiã de momentos.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SON_smq18RM/YN3-GCEpeiI/AAAAAAAAFZ8/XICtWnfdv70qMyL41LvM8FsaXcmZIeh-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN6271%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SON_smq18RM/YN3-GCEpeiI/AAAAAAAAFZ8/XICtWnfdv70qMyL41LvM8FsaXcmZIeh-wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN6271%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DoyaprsCpz8/YN3-GOe2d1I/AAAAAAAAFaA/fKW1dVKJvKsjw60aS2kJl8yd-AuGIarNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN6181%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DoyaprsCpz8/YN3-GOe2d1I/AAAAAAAAFaA/fKW1dVKJvKsjw60aS2kJl8yd-AuGIarNQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN6181%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rmnq4oHBLtQ/YN3-GOtcWzI/AAAAAAAAFaE/ZT_0zQ12nfcuK1tExuhdxnO_JohnEhaVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN5588%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rmnq4oHBLtQ/YN3-GOtcWzI/AAAAAAAAFaE/ZT_0zQ12nfcuK1tExuhdxnO_JohnEhaVgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN5588%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Que o sol me ilumine com a suavidade certa, e eu fico horas
por aqui. Que a lua me ensine a ser paciente até que nasça outro dia e me
vista de intrusa. Sem culpa. Sou uma espiã de momentos.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clicar na fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></div>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-9209161199882920042021-05-25T18:45:00.005+01:002021-07-01T18:24:43.988+01:00Adormeci na sementeira.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0OB-jCTTlpo/YK02k9tEvGI/AAAAAAAAFWs/_Ndp9m4u0_Ub7Tg_QCZuFwanizU-jMh5ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0195%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0OB-jCTTlpo/YK02k9tEvGI/AAAAAAAAFWs/_Ndp9m4u0_Ub7Tg_QCZuFwanizU-jMh5ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0195%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkG87p32sNY/YK02prTsFNI/AAAAAAAAFWw/oC2I7-Ywso0le32sH6P8eS3x6JXnR8qBACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0170%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1364" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkG87p32sNY/YK02prTsFNI/AAAAAAAAFWw/oC2I7-Ywso0le32sH6P8eS3x6JXnR8qBACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0170%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7lNkNNJLqk/YK02uZ8rQpI/AAAAAAAAFW4/NkkFjlkybvsBgHbqcDR66EC-F7bayJ-5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN0985.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1535" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7lNkNNJLqk/YK02uZ8rQpI/AAAAAAAAFW4/NkkFjlkybvsBgHbqcDR66EC-F7bayJ-5QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN0985.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Se me perdi nestas flores, perdoa-me. Adormeci na sementeira de uma terra negra que pariu tanta cor. Enamoraram-se os meus olhos por pétalas roxas e os meus cabelos enredaram-se selvagens, uma quase dor, como um sol que queima até ao dia em que choveu e regressei com as mãos ásperas cheias de campo.</span></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clicar na fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></div>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-52871621085162765192021-04-14T08:59:00.000+01:002021-04-14T08:59:34.654+01:0012 anos de Blogue.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rX8FMruEPAc/YHae8SnYQgI/AAAAAAAAFVw/VWORqKTY-BEsEVIhPqHB8hqJZ5LEcu6DACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN9707..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rX8FMruEPAc/YHae8SnYQgI/AAAAAAAAFVw/VWORqKTY-BEsEVIhPqHB8hqJZ5LEcu6DACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN9707..jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">As gaiolas que tinha dentro de casa, pendurei-as nas
árvores. São decorativas. Os pássaros entram e saem em liberdade e nós observamos. Observamos e
olhamos a leveza, a destreza dos voos e, conversamos sobre a ignorância que têm deste confinamento da humanidade; nossa casa, nosso cárcere.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Dois aniversários em confinamento social e, a fotografia
escolhida para esta reflexão. A todos, muito obrigada. Eu, Afetos e Dúvidas
continuarei por cá.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica na fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><br /><p></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-661002817525269062021-03-22T17:35:00.002+00:002021-03-22T17:35:47.988+00:00A minha primavera.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfujsYGAWdU/YFjUid-b7-I/AAAAAAAAFVI/4CR2Us29QfEd31JiUXfTVh1m3TrSDZ_YACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN6751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfujsYGAWdU/YFjUid-b7-I/AAAAAAAAFVI/4CR2Us29QfEd31JiUXfTVh1m3TrSDZ_YACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN6751.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGiu88QBtFg/YFjUgcwYg0I/AAAAAAAAFVE/V6z2ULzjA3UYAh2lP7CW7iCpO1rogYnOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGiu88QBtFg/YFjUgcwYg0I/AAAAAAAAFVE/V6z2ULzjA3UYAh2lP7CW7iCpO1rogYnOwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0222.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OVVt2MCFLDM/YFjUeHWMxwI/AAAAAAAAFVA/GtyveQ2a7mcK3iQlYvKh3GS3puRXIG3kwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OVVt2MCFLDM/YFjUeHWMxwI/AAAAAAAAFVA/GtyveQ2a7mcK3iQlYvKh3GS3puRXIG3kwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0076.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch6wIcsm4-k/YFjUbYfavXI/AAAAAAAAFU8/39UGH3tfAjEKXV9BbLUqY2FP7oNyPSrkwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN7303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch6wIcsm4-k/YFjUbYfavXI/AAAAAAAAFU8/39UGH3tfAjEKXV9BbLUqY2FP7oNyPSrkwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN7303.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">A minha primavera tem cor da luz, <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Um branco com uma pontinha de sol.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Um amarelo suave que os pássaros trazem na ponta do bico.<o:p></o:p></p><p style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">A minha primavera, tem a cor da luz e das primeiras flores.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clicar nas fotografias para melhor imagem)</span></span></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-49011186821330237742021-03-18T16:38:00.001+00:002021-03-18T16:41:19.945+00:00Conversas ao postigo.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tZGF-d4JRc8/YFOAfXNU0BI/AAAAAAAAFU0/_8pUpwF2ZccekDIxdKxrVi8z2c7Hd73cwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tZGF-d4JRc8/YFOAfXNU0BI/AAAAAAAAFU0/_8pUpwF2ZccekDIxdKxrVi8z2c7Hd73cwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0101.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Com os sorrisos escondidos em máscaras de pintinhas, plissam os
olhos de alegria e oferecem-me alfazema. Contam-me as tias. As minhas tias
confinadas. Contam-me que acariciam vezes sem conta os gatinhos que lhes sobem para o
colo. A calçada da entrada, já tem rasto de chinelo, uma estradinha arada de
passos cansados, como as batidas do coração. Dizem ter os sapatos de saltinho, guardados
em bolsas de pano cru, por causa dos bolores. Enfeitam os cabelos com os rolos
antigos, cor-de-rosa e, em cada onda que lhes fica, navegam as memórias e estas
conversas ao postigo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clicar na fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></span></p><br /><p></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-25736565569396925802021-03-07T18:56:00.001+00:002021-03-07T18:56:30.535+00:00Flores e pássaros.<p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdOED_D7Yzc/YEUX61tgNSI/AAAAAAAAFTk/heV2KNKTVLsa_xX9FSyspJKRYoGQoba7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN7384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdOED_D7Yzc/YEUX61tgNSI/AAAAAAAAFTk/heV2KNKTVLsa_xX9FSyspJKRYoGQoba7ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN7384.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqMpBkb9Wyk/YEUY6wYByNI/AAAAAAAAFUY/xgPbrJgqVQ8-xPinks18Q-gXZHkoPzIngCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN7390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqMpBkb9Wyk/YEUY6wYByNI/AAAAAAAAFUY/xgPbrJgqVQ8-xPinks18Q-gXZHkoPzIngCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN7390.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9OQBL2orKw/YEUX2QVlnSI/AAAAAAAAFTc/isL9sUo20LY5haSWHgd9ZdA-PQ4ENPtXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN7357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1535" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9OQBL2orKw/YEUX2QVlnSI/AAAAAAAAFTc/isL9sUo20LY5haSWHgd9ZdA-PQ4ENPtXQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN7357.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMYJI5hlKc/YEUYTIpNrrI/AAAAAAAAFUE/dBpUteWj62wUZPInFpcjI-Gu3aS7umVrACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN7774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMYJI5hlKc/YEUYTIpNrrI/AAAAAAAAFUE/dBpUteWj62wUZPInFpcjI-Gu3aS7umVrACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN7774.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTIkvdLKC3Y/YEUYiZcONVI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/CA1vnaysqUgbbyKNlQ8tpOmZjZumGmW7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN7591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1535" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTIkvdLKC3Y/YEUYiZcONVI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/CA1vnaysqUgbbyKNlQ8tpOmZjZumGmW7gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN7591.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Tb0Al5ECqE/YEUenfg7EvI/AAAAAAAAFUk/1P5VqjibGzIjOQolIOBhKNOJGK6YgVuFACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN7647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1535" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Tb0Al5ECqE/YEUenfg7EvI/AAAAAAAAFUk/1P5VqjibGzIjOQolIOBhKNOJGK6YgVuFACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN7647.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Trazem o vento nas asas e, um desejo de água doce. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Namoram flores com vestidos cor de rosa e deixam segredos de março; poesia.</div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica na fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></p></div>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-3580716444771782362021-03-01T21:42:00.002+00:002021-03-01T22:12:41.130+00:00Tulipas do quintal.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGvflgaGoHA/YD1ZAAUajFI/AAAAAAAAFTI/pIHHScgMMXIRT94I67gNxMP-U9YiBltIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN7194.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGvflgaGoHA/YD1ZAAUajFI/AAAAAAAAFTI/pIHHScgMMXIRT94I67gNxMP-U9YiBltIwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN7194.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPe-9lkpph0/YD1Y-jYCadI/AAAAAAAAFTE/4IEB79Ac4Pw4CZL3bBWAXILHPMM-fl9kwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0955%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPe-9lkpph0/YD1Y-jYCadI/AAAAAAAAFTE/4IEB79Ac4Pw4CZL3bBWAXILHPMM-fl9kwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0955%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3cDjQQ0N6U/YD1Y8gqek2I/AAAAAAAAFTA/q2_5lUnkmnI1xXZkshYxXhSzjLJSfPg4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0816%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3cDjQQ0N6U/YD1Y8gqek2I/AAAAAAAAFTA/q2_5lUnkmnI1xXZkshYxXhSzjLJSfPg4ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0816%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKxAPMUhi04/YD1Y6chFBlI/AAAAAAAAFS8/c9lxJSJxoI0XlWp92tw0SQt5BBX8pE0XQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0819%2B%25283%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKxAPMUhi04/YD1Y6chFBlI/AAAAAAAAFS8/c9lxJSJxoI0XlWp92tw0SQt5BBX8pE0XQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0819%2B%25283%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Gosto de vasos no quintal e de bolbos escondidos na terra para
depois ver esta explosão de março. Outras
flores virão, assim como os pássaros…</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clicar nas fotografias para melhor imagem)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-10250307873608654372021-02-27T12:03:00.001+00:002021-02-27T12:09:11.359+00:00Quando os caminhos se fazem rios.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33EZ6M1HU1E/YDfMnejnIDI/AAAAAAAAFSs/_i-rqqnr_h4Z8KGu8cqA2xhDiuwzFqtjACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0780%2B%25283%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33EZ6M1HU1E/YDfMnejnIDI/AAAAAAAAFSs/_i-rqqnr_h4Z8KGu8cqA2xhDiuwzFqtjACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0780%2B%25283%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Quando os caminhos se fazem-se rios, anda a terra grávida de água do céu. Abraça-se esta água com a terra, para dar à luz os barcos
pequeninos onde cabe apenas um só homem. Quando os caminhos se fazem rios,
afogam-se as pedras, os musgos e as ervas num sepulcro profundo, até ser
primavera.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clicar na fotografia para melhor imagem) </span><o:p></o:p></p><p></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-24045773486812381812021-02-19T16:30:00.001+00:002021-02-19T16:30:34.035+00:00Birdwatching em casa.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUkjCVjpiuk/YC_gyv2QY5I/AAAAAAAAFSY/gP-nTqImJfYOqEg08z95_Bzgg4rotXsgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN6467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUkjCVjpiuk/YC_gyv2QY5I/AAAAAAAAFSY/gP-nTqImJfYOqEg08z95_Bzgg4rotXsgQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN6467.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbcRyETw7SU/YC_gnjHnrUI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/Qd_8v6FB7hI19qDmwicfFaOmQWkvE9HkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN6469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbcRyETw7SU/YC_gnjHnrUI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/Qd_8v6FB7hI19qDmwicfFaOmQWkvE9HkQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN6469.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOzzfxKBpTQ/YC_go3KTIBI/AAAAAAAAFSU/zhQ_2y8Awb4Pf8chBhdxwuqSMlVNN0zwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN6473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOzzfxKBpTQ/YC_go3KTIBI/AAAAAAAAFSU/zhQ_2y8Awb4Pf8chBhdxwuqSMlVNN0zwwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN6473.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Montamos um cenário ao nosso gosto, obrigatoriamente com água, frutas e sementes. </span><span style="text-align: left;"> Mesmo com muita chuva, e</span><span style="text-align: left;">les, os passarinhos aparecem. </span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">O Chapim-azul <a href="http://www.avesdeportugal.info/cyacae.html" target="_blank">informação aqui</a> é dos mais destemidos e, adora maçãs.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">A partir de hoje, vou partilhar a variedade de espécies que passam pelo meu quintal com cenários feitos com flores da época e, outros acessórios. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Espero que gostem.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Beijinhos e bom confinamento. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Cuidem-se bem!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">
</p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-30084922155902784032021-02-16T22:26:00.002+00:002021-02-16T22:26:19.103+00:00Birdwatching, Chapim-azul.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2VvlePkJLs/YCxBvlHpvjI/AAAAAAAAFR0/ouQW1tFKgjowpN_3f8W8LjzBpI27plH1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN6187%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2VvlePkJLs/YCxBvlHpvjI/AAAAAAAAFR0/ouQW1tFKgjowpN_3f8W8LjzBpI27plH1wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN6187%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIjm6O6IeBw/YCxBvn8BIiI/AAAAAAAAFRw/Ds7xxI57oFwvCQMJSOhACwpwUaCJEVL_gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN6186%2B%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIjm6O6IeBw/YCxBvn8BIiI/AAAAAAAAFRw/Ds7xxI57oFwvCQMJSOhACwpwUaCJEVL_gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN6186%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zekp0VkzZuE/YCxBuAAd9OI/AAAAAAAAFRs/p2H5IZeSTowzApIRYUM6aKyCV4dwWN2LACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN6183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zekp0VkzZuE/YCxBuAAd9OI/AAAAAAAAFRs/p2H5IZeSTowzApIRYUM6aKyCV4dwWN2LACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN6183.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3iZzGUxbuc/YCxBuON0T8I/AAAAAAAAFRo/FdtNSduPYvQ8WS-_nQwQhz1OAKk3VISUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN6180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1535" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3iZzGUxbuc/YCxBuON0T8I/AAAAAAAAFRo/FdtNSduPYvQ8WS-_nQwQhz1OAKk3VISUgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN6180.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">A máscara facial mais fofinha em dia de Carnaval.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Chapim-azul (Cyanistes ceruleus) </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">informação sobre a espécie </span><a href="http://www.avesdeportugal.info/cyacae.html" style="font-size: x-small;">aqui</a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(clica fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-22557245252184905432021-02-14T11:49:00.002+00:002021-02-14T11:49:45.600+00:00Chapim-azul em dia de namorados.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZk9frBIx5c/YCkMy0dcW-I/AAAAAAAAFRc/4rmMqkc0juU-xkyZkryB4cNJDAZjMCVzACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN6186%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZk9frBIx5c/YCkMy0dcW-I/AAAAAAAAFRc/4rmMqkc0juU-xkyZkryB4cNJDAZjMCVzACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN6186%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">O meu amor tem um segredo; fala sozinho com Deus. Rezas
pianinhas. Angelicais. Não sei como se entendem os dois - diz-me apenas que o
sente, sem me poder contar mais. Envia-me cupidos com asas cor de mar, onde
navegam seus ais. No coração, um relicário, uma caixinha de beijos seus - um
sol no peito e, um bem querer todos reais.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica na fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-55003357816722386042021-02-10T17:05:00.000+00:002021-02-10T17:05:41.256+00:00O Absurdo namoro à janela.<p><br /></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWMvAdtt12o/YCQLqELh7tI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/dXHrVLgy4kc1APEWGCMYG_3ieBHV5E_DwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWMvAdtt12o/YCQLqELh7tI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/dXHrVLgy4kc1APEWGCMYG_3ieBHV5E_DwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0525.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Nas cidades, o namoro à janela regressou do passado. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Voltou
para namorar as ruas, as poucas pessoas que passam e, os automóveis enquanto é
dia. O absurdo namoro dos confinados que espreitam as ambulâncias da noite - rasto
de luz azul como céu de morte. As insónias, e o paradoxo inocente da bisbilhotice
do medo. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Um namoro impaciente que torna as noites mais longas de sempre num silêncio
de paz roubada. Então, alguém canta um fado, ou uma canção da moda. O som de um piano,
uma guitarra, um acordeão, um saxofone, uma pandeireta e, faz-se um baile à
janela. Soa na noite um coro de alegria em tempo desafinado.</div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica nas fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></div>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-17225289745831662102021-02-02T11:01:00.006+00:002021-02-14T18:38:22.355+00:00Pequenas joias.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2yQL4A61I0/YBkvxk4vO1I/AAAAAAAAFQk/I-TMRXAhfxweZVibMDIqbhdsTqSfQItTACLcBGAsYHQ/s6000/DSC_0436.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2yQL4A61I0/YBkvxk4vO1I/AAAAAAAAFQk/I-TMRXAhfxweZVibMDIqbhdsTqSfQItTACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0436.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fn2C35v7yDs/YBkv3QlvadI/AAAAAAAAFQo/j0XFAmigz94zAvtaynSIM8C-hCXe_4GYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s6000/DSC_0392.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fn2C35v7yDs/YBkv3QlvadI/AAAAAAAAFQo/j0XFAmigz94zAvtaynSIM8C-hCXe_4GYgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0392.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsDurDgDILM/YBkv9ikonII/AAAAAAAAFQs/8-UIqXuUjXAg5vXialof_Gql34gGxs3eQCLcBGAsYHQ/s6000/DSC_0394.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsDurDgDILM/YBkv9ikonII/AAAAAAAAFQs/8-UIqXuUjXAg5vXialof_Gql34gGxs3eQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0394.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Margaridas Africanas e Cavalinha - disse eu ao rapaz que
gostava de flores. Calou-se. Um silêncio amuado e confuso, com olhos presos ao
chão. Retornou curioso de sobrolho franzido questionando-me:</div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">-Porque me mente se o que vejo, não me parecem flores? <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">- Então, e se te disser que elas nascem como pequenas joias,
acreditas? Perguntei com voz sussurrante, como se o fizesse para quem acaba
de acordar.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">- Sim mm! - Disse o rapaz arrastando a afirmação, prolongando
a sonoridade como se fizesse eco e, se tornasse bumerangue. Agitado de
entusiasmo próprio de criança, prometeu que as guardaria no seu cofre de
memórias. Deixou para trás a carranca e o amuo, e foi fotografar as flores com
o olhar.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica nas fotografias para melhor imagem)</span></p><br /></div>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-3039339902699646342021-01-29T22:21:00.002+00:002021-01-29T22:21:59.197+00:00A floresta perto de casa.<p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Du1a1f92vs/YA9Jk3Pw1aI/AAAAAAAAFME/a5XgFci27sERGKYEDdxlunXzIY5xpCNnQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN5290%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Du1a1f92vs/YA9Jk3Pw1aI/AAAAAAAAFME/a5XgFci27sERGKYEDdxlunXzIY5xpCNnQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN5290%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJJwjHG0PYM/YA9JlKdPPVI/AAAAAAAAFMI/ahgn6ugzcw0FBx4ijBYuPtsINUXet3zlgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN5255%2B%25283%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1535" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJJwjHG0PYM/YA9JlKdPPVI/AAAAAAAAFMI/ahgn6ugzcw0FBx4ijBYuPtsINUXet3zlgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN5255%2B%25283%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3G3dPQWyxw/YA9Jl15RqyI/AAAAAAAAFMM/fFfEj02X7cEB-y9YsvA0wPDunSNArX0XACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0230%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3G3dPQWyxw/YA9Jl15RqyI/AAAAAAAAFMM/fFfEj02X7cEB-y9YsvA0wPDunSNArX0XACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0230%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRscc6RllM/YA9JkwyL-ZI/AAAAAAAAFMA/O-BlVGRGz0kfQ08t9rkF61KhzbxB4fcJACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN5329%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRscc6RllM/YA9JkwyL-ZI/AAAAAAAAFMA/O-BlVGRGz0kfQ08t9rkF61KhzbxB4fcJACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN5329%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Ter a floresta perto de casa e, a sorte de poder oxigenar o cérebro.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Terapia sem preço em tempo de confinamento social.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica na fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></div></div><p></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-19649272870835823922021-01-22T16:49:00.009+00:002021-01-30T15:12:38.762+00:00Da terra molhada.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEBGGIxxrt4/YAv3mmuTluI/AAAAAAAAFLs/a_EQN9hDxXQUi76h6HmUS_zcvneD1KSOgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN5281%2B%25283%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEBGGIxxrt4/YAv3mmuTluI/AAAAAAAAFLs/a_EQN9hDxXQUi76h6HmUS_zcvneD1KSOgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN5281%2B%25283%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Oferecem-me cestos cheios das suas vidas, a cada intervalo
das chuvas sempre que entram e saem dos quintais. Num desembaraço de morte
rápida, arrancam hortaliças da terra molhada e, dizem sentir as mãos frias,
como um coração morto. Das suas vozes abafadas pelas máscaras sociais, saem as
dores do mundo nestes murmúrios de mulheres da aldeia.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small; text-align: center;"> (clica na fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></p><p></p><p></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-70440005854617503862021-01-18T16:35:00.002+00:002021-01-19T11:29:09.269+00:00Flores de inverno.<p><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZvp8MIbvtk/YAStk5mYW5I/AAAAAAAAFLA/AEm4ZIVn9ckWumgU-07z7W5ZUud-V-lbwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0093%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZvp8MIbvtk/YAStk5mYW5I/AAAAAAAAFLA/AEm4ZIVn9ckWumgU-07z7W5ZUud-V-lbwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0093%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eevGyRFBeGM/YASs8Wt7gJI/AAAAAAAAFKs/CtIVuFOtqyorwP1beqqlzNWYGOhamUecwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0106%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1364" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eevGyRFBeGM/YASs8Wt7gJI/AAAAAAAAFKs/CtIVuFOtqyorwP1beqqlzNWYGOhamUecwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0106%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwZeX4_Zr_k/YASsucS8syI/AAAAAAAAFKk/kXiXAU0rEhgPjOLaJn0VZKQGfPRIgwx0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0088%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwZeX4_Zr_k/YASsucS8syI/AAAAAAAAFKk/kXiXAU0rEhgPjOLaJn0VZKQGfPRIgwx0QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0088%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Quando escrevo as primeiras
páginas da década, as flores estão cobertas deste janeiro branco. Lá, no jardim
sempre que é inverno, encontro-as como um arrumo de gavetas cheias daquelas
flores feitas de uma espécie de veludo. A macieza e a doçura como um pó de amor
que só temos nos jardins das nossas mães. O trato como se fossem filhos e, o
início de um livro com o frio conhecido no tempo certo. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica nas fotografias para melhor imagem)</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-80502620627359542602021-01-15T18:07:00.003+00:002021-01-15T18:07:36.535+00:00Primeiros dias do ano, 21.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcIkeGpnfdU/YAHXiif_kcI/AAAAAAAAFKM/KHNl38CgjnwbMwR4MbIBr4JPyGENtXiIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0148%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcIkeGpnfdU/YAHXiif_kcI/AAAAAAAAFKM/KHNl38CgjnwbMwR4MbIBr4JPyGENtXiIQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0148%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuDzX8NxBCU/YAHXc8wUixI/AAAAAAAAFKI/O8K777FbUlk8jCQC1IcnWcx4TKrPbCAjACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0064%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuDzX8NxBCU/YAHXc8wUixI/AAAAAAAAFKI/O8K777FbUlk8jCQC1IcnWcx4TKrPbCAjACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0064%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbAeCEJ3BqE/YAHWALa8cJI/AAAAAAAAFJc/lov2SSW5RhYdSqh2rSeJdUhRKbAV-ATfwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0026%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbAeCEJ3BqE/YAHWALa8cJI/AAAAAAAAFJc/lov2SSW5RhYdSqh2rSeJdUhRKbAV-ATfwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0026%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HrBDNBI8eJU/YAHWNW2BFuI/AAAAAAAAFJo/hwRIlLULow8bT6VRHh-4yliXCruQ-JnjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0042%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HrBDNBI8eJU/YAHWNW2BFuI/AAAAAAAAFJo/hwRIlLULow8bT6VRHh-4yliXCruQ-JnjwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0042%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Regresso com este abraço de palavras que escrevo com o olhar
diário das fotografias. Com os passos a estalar o chão vidrino, andei nas
geadas brancas dos dias primeiros do ano. A sinopse da esperança, tem esta cor de
geada branca e, no entanto, sinto um fogo na alma que contraria o frio de
inverno. A beleza do branco. A beleza do branco, concentra a projeção da calma,
do novo, do sem mácula. A ilusão de um aconchego em lã de merino e, um querer
adormecer na alvura que apaga o ruído inquietante das coisas que temo. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica nas fotografias para melhor imagem)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Neste regresso ao confinamento social, deixo ânimo e esperança para todos e, que o ano 21, ilumine o nosso livre arbítrio.</span></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-71971048574699101762020-12-31T09:51:00.001+00:002020-12-31T09:51:09.042+00:00Último dia do ano.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHRe6prFQBs/X-2eAATz5II/AAAAAAAAFHo/DArRvrrMqLsEoAOuzm4wj4mpvLkVMT2dwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0703%2B%25283%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHRe6prFQBs/X-2eAATz5II/AAAAAAAAFHo/DArRvrrMqLsEoAOuzm4wj4mpvLkVMT2dwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0703%2B%25283%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Na mesa, uma toalha de recortes com todas as fotografias que
nos cabem no coração. Desfiamos um rosário de máscaras, benzemo-nos em
antissético e, rogamos calor de abraços e de beijos inocentes. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suplicamos pela vida, imploramos os laços de
sangue. Ano de cruz. Lá fora, a última lua cheia da década, o último dia do ano
e, os amigos que não entram em casa. Prisioneiros e famintos, somos como lobos
em matilha num dia frio de profundo inverno. Acendemos as velas, olhamos fixos
a chama como se fosse verão e, acreditamos que não estamos sós. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica na fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-12140880750762560462020-12-26T19:10:00.002+00:002020-12-26T19:12:19.200+00:00Árvores que são Estrelas.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3Z4Ec-Ng5o/X-MeVyHqyTI/AAAAAAAAFHI/IldtkmNwK1cnXTWm77urtbtoclwrD5roQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0893%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3Z4Ec-Ng5o/X-MeVyHqyTI/AAAAAAAAFHI/IldtkmNwK1cnXTWm77urtbtoclwrD5roQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0893%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F7P4sNzuYMQ/X-MeV-n904I/AAAAAAAAFHM/t9Skrq1gcuwMOFdbqasJT8xfDPPRI9G3wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0377%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1366" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F7P4sNzuYMQ/X-MeV-n904I/AAAAAAAAFHM/t9Skrq1gcuwMOFdbqasJT8xfDPPRI9G3wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0377%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHnwMEdm3tk/X-MeeEOgmzI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/NAfz-SUeS7gRaFMqm21k1gainH2Ev0iOACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC_0385.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHnwMEdm3tk/X-MeeEOgmzI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/NAfz-SUeS7gRaFMqm21k1gainH2Ev0iOACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/DSC_0385.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Sussurraram sons de floresta. O Carvalho deu a ordem. Então,
o Pilriteiro abanicando as bagas vermelhas, levantou as raízes e apontou o
caminho estreito. Toda a floresta se movia. O tojo de flores amarelas,
roçava-me o vestido em jeito de pressa:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Vamos todos ver as Liquidâmbar! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A aves pequeninas, esticando os seus bicos,
mais curvos ou mais direitos, eram os sinaleiros do caminho. Sentiu-se o cheiro
a resina e elas lá estavam; perfeitas. Como um presente da natureza,
transportaram-me para as estrelas. Todos os habitantes do Livro das Folhas
Verdes baloiçavam em jeito de adeus.</div></div></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Acordei e já era Natal.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">VIII - Fim do conto: Livro das Folhas Verdes</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Original, escrito e publicado.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica na fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><br /><p></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648384181656552133.post-27899115830448101152020-12-23T10:12:00.003+00:002020-12-23T10:12:27.142+00:00A Máquina Fotográfica.<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9sr6MZbZPg/X-MWgtMV-mI/AAAAAAAAFGc/r1yuU2k01W8-6UGa4-fIHL79oaOUha-DgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN2416%2B%25283%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9sr6MZbZPg/X-MWgtMV-mI/AAAAAAAAFGc/r1yuU2k01W8-6UGa4-fIHL79oaOUha-DgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/DSCN2416%2B%25283%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Contei-lhes da tecnologia. Dessa arte do homem capaz de
guardar as imagens e, que todos, estavam guardados naquela caixinha; a máquina
fotográfica. Uma poça de água, projetou todas as fotografias que disparei na
floresta. O vento em torvelinho, soprou-me de curiosidade e, ficou a meu lado.
Acalmou. Depois, rodearam-me os pássaros. De pregas vincadas nas asas, num
plissado em harmonia com o esvoaçar dos seus corpos de ossos ocos e leves,
soltaram-me a capa, retiraram-me o chapéu das abas encaracoladas. Poisaram tudo
no Castanheiro que já tinha os ramos abertos e curvos da idade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">VII - Livro das Folhas Verdes</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(clica na fotografia para melhor imagem)</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p>mzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419143905162290233noreply@blogger.com6