tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356345632011-08-07T13:03:11.944+01:00Por que quando perguntei: Por que não crias um blogue? Eu adorava ler o que escrevias na escola", ela apenas respondeu: "Gosto mesmo de escrever em guardanapos de bar!"Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-35077368315770988922009-04-11T16:37:00.000+01:002009-04-11T16:38:15.946+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SeC5SFZNxxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/z0wxqw3vFH0/s1600-h/951448_cream_egg_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323458479888647954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SeC5SFZNxxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/z0wxqw3vFH0/s320/951448_cream_egg_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Páscoa.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-3507736831577098892?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-66497517165176043172009-04-04T23:17:00.001+01:002009-04-04T23:18:38.732+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/Sdfcr4Rm1UI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hdBcxTJm7RA/s1600-h/30032009335.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320964131160249666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/Sdfcr4Rm1UI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hdBcxTJm7RA/s320/30032009335.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">porto sentido...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-6649751716517604317?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-39778458401150583772008-10-28T00:49:00.002Z2008-10-28T00:54:10.666Z...em homenagem áqueles que, sem personalidade, conseguem sobreviver e enganar os outros, uma frase que gosto muito:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262001541775549154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SQZiheEW4uI/AAAAAAAAAQo/KvjJRA9ZLvw/s320/706601_mug_of_tea.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">"Se eu fosse quem sou, que triunfo!!!!"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-3977845840115058377?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-5736010943344034702008-08-14T12:17:00.009+01:002008-08-16T18:44:10.616+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SKcRxxB6hRI/AAAAAAAAALs/OnpMZGS5Hwc/s1600-h/268881_2733.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SKcRxxB6hRI/AAAAAAAAALs/OnpMZGS5Hwc/s320/268881_2733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235172638514119954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>"Abandonando nobremente quem nos deixa,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>colocamo-nos acima de quem perdemos"</strong></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong></strong></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><br /></strong></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.citador.pt/citacoes.php?%28Madame_de%29_Stael=%28Madame_de%29_Stael&amp;cit=1&amp;op=7&amp;author=450&amp;firstrec=0" class="nv_soft"><span style="font-size:-1;">Madame de</span></a><span style="font-size:-1;"><a href="http://www.citador.pt/citacoes.php?%28Madame_de%29_Stael=%28Madame_de%29_Stael&amp;cit=1&amp;op=7&amp;author=450&amp;firstrec=0" class="nv_soft"> Stael</a> </span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-573601094334403470?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-87582661141776022482008-08-14T12:17:00.008+01:002008-08-14T12:35:07.511+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SKQV80cE_aI/AAAAAAAAALM/FqNnG0SJ8Pk/s1600-h/PB197722+(Medium).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234332801524104610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SKQV80cE_aI/AAAAAAAAALM/FqNnG0SJ8Pk/s320/PB197722+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>-<span style="font-family:arial;">Ontem foi dia 13!</span><br /></div><div><em><span style="color:#000066;">- E daí? Qual o problema ter sido dia 13 ontem?</span></em><br /></div><div><em>-</em><span style="font-family:arial;">Ah! Deixa pra lá.</span> </div><div>-<em><span style="color:#000066;">Ora essa, diz,pode dizer. O que é que tem ontem ter sido dia 13?</span></em><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">- <span style="font-family:arial;">Sei lá. Não significa nada. Já significou um dia. Mas agora passou. Mudamos de assunto?</span></span><br /></div><div><em><span style="color:#000066;">- Tá bem, sobre o que quer falar?</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#000066;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#000066;"></span></em></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">- Tomei essa Devassa pensando nos dias "13" da minha vida. Quanta perda de tempo!</span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><span style="color:#000066;">- Ué? Mas você não queria mudar de assunto???</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-8758266114177602248?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-20303554923224270012008-07-07T00:57:00.003+01:002008-12-09T03:43:50.368Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SHFcsTtjknI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iT1ye9CXSC4/s1600-h/68183_2817.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SHFcsTtjknI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iT1ye9CXSC4/s320/68183_2817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220055359374463602" border="0" /><span style="font-size:100%;">"Onde é que dói na minha vida para que eu me sinta tão mal?"</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SHFcsTtjknI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iT1ye9CXSC4/s1600-h/68183_2817.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;">[ </span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.frasesfamosas.com.br/de/cecilia-meireles.html" class="autor" title="FRASES PENSAMENTOS MENSAGENS CECíLIA MEIRELES">Cecília Meireles</a> ]</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><br /></blockquote></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-2030355492322427001?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-22925230267421655682008-06-24T13:04:00.003+01:002008-12-09T03:43:50.523Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SGDkRms2aZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1PF4Y5oSxa8/s1600-h/10160_8133.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SGDkRms2aZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1PF4Y5oSxa8/s320/10160_8133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215419359592606098" border="0" /></a><br />QUASE DECÁLOGO DO AMOR<br /><br />O Amor é vermelho e tem medo de perder<br />e se preocupa com cartas não respondidas<br />com o silêncio do telefone,<br />e com a falta da palavra "meuamor"<br /><br />O Amor é feito de ausências e dependências<br />de encontros desmarcados e acertos<br />de memória e corpo<br /><br />Se está longe, o Amor deseja estar perto<br />Se está perto, não sabe o que fazer com as mãos<br />nem com as palavras<br />Em geral, o Amor perde tempo na repetição de tudo:<br />do verbo ao toque<br />E porque sabe que é feito de finais<br />o Amor nunca começa<br />ou se perde no momento em que inicia<br /><br />O Amor vicia<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >(Suzana Vargas in "o Amor é vermelho)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-2292523026742165568?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-35442409019714631462008-04-29T06:23:00.005+01:002008-12-09T03:43:50.936Z<div align="center">Madrugadas de Abril de 2008</div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194534357026607058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SBaxedQiD9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/AlX15S5JMEk/s320/top_logo.gif" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SBaxKtQiD8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/XZ21gQoj1a0/s1600-h/leblon1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194534017724190658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SBaxKtQiD8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/XZ21gQoj1a0/s320/leblon1.jpg" border="0" /></a> "A beleza tá no olho de quem vê"<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SBaxFNQiD7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/LlcQH8npSEk/s1600-h/leblon4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194533923234910130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SBaxFNQiD7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/LlcQH8npSEk/s320/leblon4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"Letras &amp; Expressões"</div><div align="center">Aberto 24 horas por dia.</div><div align="center">Bom café, boa cerveja, bom vinho</div><div align="center">Bom ambiente, bom atendimento</div><div align="center">Bom astral, Boa música, bons livros,</div><div align="center">Boas revistas, enfim,</div><div align="center">Bons momentos passados em Abril</div><div align="center">(...)<br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/SBaw7NQiD6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/W7PwZ3BkdGM/s1600-h/cidades_rj02_leblon.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-3544240901971463146?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-58630925864106473692008-01-27T22:45:00.000Z2008-12-09T03:43:51.073Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/R50KOtNHEAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/C0go1mC6ark/s1600-h/jhkjhjkgk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160291995805487106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/R50KOtNHEAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/C0go1mC6ark/s320/jhkjhjkgk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/R50J89NHD_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/1Hs8hxOPG-k/s1600-h/662966_red_wine_and_tomatoes.jpg"></a><br />"...Há uma luz em mim</div><div>há um luz que vem de ti pra mim</div><div>se nos deixarmos ir..."</div><div>(Delfins)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Rabisquei este pedacinho de música num guardanapo rosa, hoje, dia 27 de janeiro de 2008. Por que? Por que sim. Por que essas palavras dizem exactamente a realidade. É o que melhor expressa o que de verdadeiro existe em mim, em nós. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-5863092586410647369?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-60300633208001211362008-01-15T03:51:00.000Z2008-12-09T03:43:51.237Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/R4wvvJX-CwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-NUhLbzeEAg/s1600-h/670057_wine_glasses.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155548160449186562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/R4wvvJX-CwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-NUhLbzeEAg/s320/670057_wine_glasses.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Um brinde às fantasias!!!</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-6030063320800121136?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-33438637008276584092007-12-27T02:36:00.000Z2008-12-09T03:43:51.458Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/R3MQc5X-CpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/15R3AOyStiw/s1600-h/753815_heart_cups_of_coffee_16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148476887638346386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/R3MQc5X-CpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/15R3AOyStiw/s320/753815_heart_cups_of_coffee_16.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />nunca voltes ao lugar<br /><br />onde já foste feliz<br /><br />por muito que o coração diga<br /><br />não faças o que ele diz<br /><br />(...)<br /><br />por grande a tentação<br /><br />que te crie a saudade<br /><br />não mates a recordação<br /><br />que lembra a felicidade<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Carlos Tê, As regras da sensatez, para o Rui Veloso (Avenidas, 1998)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-3343863700827658409?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-42141601926648385262007-11-19T01:08:00.000Z2008-12-09T03:43:51.584Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/R0DjXgHizEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/msVdSzOn0bU/s1600-h/711553_tea_mug.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134353568100437058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/R0DjXgHizEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/msVdSzOn0bU/s320/711553_tea_mug.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Apetece-me um chá </div><div>Um chá bem quentinho. </div><div>Tá muito frio lá fora. </div><div>E aqui dentro também. </div><div>Um chá bem quentinho</div><div>é uma boa pedida para</div><div>uma noite fria como esta</div><div>Isto até me fz lembrar uma </div><div>frase de Paul Valérie:</div><div><strong><em>"Há momentos infelizes </em></strong></div><div><strong><em>em que a solidão e o silêncio</em></strong></div><div><strong><em> se tornam meios de liberdade"</em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-4214160192664838526?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-35886859024680430842007-10-02T01:20:00.000+01:002008-12-09T03:43:51.712Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RwGQ9-1T1tI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hnrko-oWI4E/s1600-h/670057_wine_glasses.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116530046182610642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RwGQ9-1T1tI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hnrko-oWI4E/s320/670057_wine_glasses.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">"A música oferece às paixões o meio de obter prazer delas."</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Friedrich_Nietzsche/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Friedrich Nietzsche</span></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-3588685902468043084?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-71225964391763970592007-09-27T14:52:00.000+01:002008-12-09T03:43:51.855Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/Rvu16O1T1qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GiLe0zdAEXY/s1600-h/cof.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114881813828064930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/Rvu16O1T1qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GiLe0zdAEXY/s320/cof.jpg" border="0" /></a> - Um café sff!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-7122596439176397059?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-38164731991380035672007-09-01T14:03:00.000+01:002008-12-09T03:43:52.046Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RtlkZcjo5NI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xAnlyODvprI/s1600-h/641292_soft_drink.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105222040926348498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RtlkZcjo5NI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xAnlyODvprI/s320/641292_soft_drink.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">"love actually"<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-3816473199138003567?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-83420326196943777092007-06-17T23:51:00.000+01:002008-12-09T03:43:52.172Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Hoje sou outra</span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">vejo luz</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">respiro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">esboço sorrisos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">pequenos gestos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">de amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><blockquote></blockquote></span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RnW7eCui6aI/AAAAAAAAADs/alprXuBq0Fk/s1600-h/708104_glowing_drink.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077170279732668834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RnW7eCui6aI/AAAAAAAAADs/alprXuBq0Fk/s320/708104_glowing_drink.jpg" border="0" /></a> <blockquote></blockquote>"Embriague-se</div><div align="center">embriague-se de noite</div><div align="center">ou ao meio dia...</div><blockquote></blockquote><div align="center">Embriague-se</div><div align="center">embriague-se numa boa</div><div align="center">de vinho, virtude ou poesia..." <span style="font-size:78%;">Roberto Frejat</span><br /><blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-8342032619694377709?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-27823545793937976302007-04-17T09:57:00.000+01:002008-12-09T03:43:52.302Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RiSYPUt044I/AAAAAAAAADU/mcF7yJ_r_T0/s1600-h/livro%2520e%2520cafe1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054332070842917762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RiSYPUt044I/AAAAAAAAADU/mcF7yJ_r_T0/s320/livro%2520e%2520cafe1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hoje sou o caos.<br /><br />Cheguei ao fundo<br /><br />Talvez assim, consiga o impulso que faltava para chegar à superfície.<br /><br />Tenho fôlego para mais.<br /><br />Está escuro. Ainda não vejo a luz.<br /><br />Mas é só uma questão de tempo.<br /><br />Eu sei que é. Eu sei.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-2782354579393797630?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-33203720197317255092007-04-06T19:05:00.000+01:002008-12-09T03:43:52.564Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RhaP7IytITI/AAAAAAAAADM/4qK_6M7YQKg/s1600-h/CRB003409.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050382278277800242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RhaP7IytITI/AAAAAAAAADM/4qK_6M7YQKg/s320/CRB003409.jpg" border="0" /></a> Vontade de chocolate...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-3320372019731725509?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-92009212206628690682007-03-27T22:17:00.000+01:002008-12-09T03:43:52.823Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RgmLiEIS-7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/SXYdiBtiCuw/s1600-h/vinho-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046718274785704882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RgmLiEIS-7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/SXYdiBtiCuw/s320/vinho-01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"E agora recordem com firmeza o que lhes vou dizer: o teatro, pela publicidade e pelo seu lado espetacular, atrai muita gente que quer apenas tirar proveito da beleza própria ou fazer carreira. Valem-se da ignorância do público, do seu gosto adulterado, do favoritismo, das intrigas, dos falsos êxitos e de muitos outros meios que não tem relação alguma com a arte criadora. Esses exploradores são os inimigos mais mortíferos da arte. Temos que usar contra eles as medidas mais severas e se for impossível reformá-los será necessário afastá-los do palco. "</div><br /><div><strong>Constantin Stanislavki(1863-1938) in "A preparação do ator"</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-9200921220662869068?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-41951663522858840722007-02-06T01:48:00.000Z2008-12-09T03:43:52.958Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/Rcfni-Z_3RI/AAAAAAAAACU/YCYcIcFskpw/s1600-h/445292_hot_tea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028242097036057874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/Rcfni-Z_3RI/AAAAAAAAACU/YCYcIcFskpw/s400/445292_hot_tea.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"é preciso muito caos interior para conseguir parir uma estrela que dança"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Nietzsche</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-4195166352285884072?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-91736185427638443312007-02-03T19:50:00.000Z2008-12-09T03:43:53.090Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RcUE-uZ_3QI/AAAAAAAAACI/HCTJrPqSQhY/s1600-h/cafe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027430034684501250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RcUE-uZ_3QI/AAAAAAAAACI/HCTJrPqSQhY/s320/cafe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RcUENOZ_3PI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NaCTfFykApA/s1600-h/cafe.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Preciso urgentemente dar alguma cor à minha vida.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Hoje é o grande dia. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">O dia do meu renascimento</span>.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxd4uRwlO5Y/RcT4juZ_3NI/AAAAAAAAABk/8NeiEsrZHl4/s1600-h/138834_rubyshoes.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-9173618542763844331?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-1167712876931881262007-01-02T04:26:00.000Z2007-01-02T04:41:17.176Z... dia 29 de dezembro, rabisquei um pedaço da tua música num papel. Não queria acreditar no fim. Então rabisquei. Rabisquei muitos pedaços das tuas canções. Fragmentos de lembranças. Eternas lembranças maiores que um dia. Maiores que um dia eterno como este. <blockquote></blockquote> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5468/1761/1600/472831/1143981104_f.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5468/1761/320/73533/1143981104_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5468/1761/1600/383087/1151609242_f.jpg"></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Hoje vens tu<br />E eu já sei de cor<br />o travo do teu licor<br />e os restos de mim no chão<br /></span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Quem não quis saber<br />Tirou a mão e partiu<br />Deu o que não tinha para levar<br />Fechei o corpo e fugi...<br /></span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-family:times new roman;">mas há sempre mais um dia<br />e nunca vai parar." </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Toranja</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-116771287693188126?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-1167347228793726472006-12-28T22:56:00.000Z2006-12-28T23:07:08.806Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5468/1761/1600/566473/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5468/1761/320/91275/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />faço rabiscos sem nexo<br />num guardanapo de bar<br />escrevo bobagens<br />freses desconexas<br />conto segredos<br />desperto desejos<br />escondo sonhos<br />e revelo mistérios<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-116734722879372647?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-1161119695207843062006-10-17T22:11:00.000+01:002006-10-17T22:32:38.480+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5468/1761/1600/sem%20t??tulo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5468/1761/400/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5468/1761/1600/edredon.0.gif"></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Quero. Quero tanto. </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-116111969520784306?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-1160929654519985732006-10-15T17:23:00.000+01:002006-10-15T17:27:34.530+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5468/1761/1600/IH211763.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5468/1761/320/IH211763.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><strong>"Tardes de vento</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><strong>até as árvores</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><strong>querem vir para dentro"</strong></span></div><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><strong>Leminski</strong></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-116092965451998573?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-1160533293205557322006-10-11T03:06:00.000+01:002006-10-11T03:24:24.456+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5468/1761/1600/1149195568_f.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5468/1761/320/1149195568_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ouço o vento<br />lá fora<br />e penso em ti </span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Já dormes,<br />eu sei<br />e sonhas<br />um sonho bom </span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Da janela,<br />ouço o vento<br />a cantar teu nome<strong><br /></strong></span><blockquote></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-116053329320555732?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35634563.post-1160195171675471312006-10-07T05:11:00.000+01:002006-10-07T05:26:11.680+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5468/1761/1600/457985_52185493.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5468/1761/320/457985_52185493.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Madrugada<br />de frio, <br />chuva<br />ventania<br /><br />escrevo <br />perco palavras<br />sinto e<br />insisto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35634563-116019517167547131?l=guardanaposdebar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824043802324599317noreply@blogger.com5