tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180955732024-03-12T23:36:23.302+00:00...os cinco sentidos...Vivemos Para Sentir e Sentimos Para ViverK'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.comBlogger209125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-87523267108396296962010-01-10T21:34:00.001+00:002010-01-10T21:36:51.353+00:00...escalada...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmuhpoJXxVSzNq30f45J6bWvaHfKlGO2Bgp_Bv2doK3KPtEu2mscNt7mcqFve0MFAHw9zZZZDXLB5nJPF3bAa7UxXZ1VgrSOsqNuHaIgN4VVjvYWyRNlaBc7C7LyDCr-8b-Dl/s1600-h/escalada.jpeg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="15" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmuhpoJXxVSzNq30f45J6bWvaHfKlGO2Bgp_Bv2doK3KPtEu2mscNt7mcqFve0MFAHw9zZZZDXLB5nJPF3bAa7UxXZ1VgrSOsqNuHaIgN4VVjvYWyRNlaBc7C7LyDCr-8b-Dl/s320/escalada.jpeg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Foto de: José Bóia</span> </b></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>... o crer chegar ao topo, faz-nos correr riscos, de algum modo é este o sabor e o gosto de viver a vida...</i><br />
</div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-84378985121636463152009-12-09T18:26:00.002+00:002009-12-09T18:30:08.396+00:00...o céu como limite ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0W-tl9uinOU4xd5uWvDilqQilD68iA_6PV48CBhLERl4GzbLIk9T5E4dZDsg-pzVczrNlZrQ2bBaY8rksiMqYk_JP4Zg4l513sRQZ24kmu9zApDRKzYc5qvgZjh3spggMuB_q/s1600-h/w_h_paraca_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0W-tl9uinOU4xd5uWvDilqQilD68iA_6PV48CBhLERl4GzbLIk9T5E4dZDsg-pzVczrNlZrQ2bBaY8rksiMqYk_JP4Zg4l513sRQZ24kmu9zApDRKzYc5qvgZjh3spggMuB_q/s320/w_h_paraca_18.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto de: <a href="http://360graus.terra.com.br/parapente/default.asp?did=3021&action=galeria">Roberto Fernande</a>s</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>... o céu como limite...</i><br />
</div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-59369436322313829432009-12-08T19:22:00.000+00:002009-12-08T19:22:13.174+00:00... emigrante/recomeço...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Foto de: <a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/foto.asp?idautor=1590&idfoto=88&t=&g=&p=25">Ricardo Martins</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><i>...todos procuramos formas de recomeçar, de viver, de melhorar, um passado terminou uma nova vida começa a surgir...</i><br />
</div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-53750220919289157712008-05-01T19:17:00.003+01:002008-12-10T21:18:29.383+00:00... luz trespassa ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvK17dB3dufzo4yrGZnpX312iWKv1CEXyo28lMtOaa60j6uQeF7nvinNVf6hi14n6Z1JvqWTgSiwuWNm6rDL9KEBNfmO-Rwq9pBDuiET8P3A-AVHQmzS5WbHu6hFZvU7GVfHUp/s1600-h/helder+couto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvK17dB3dufzo4yrGZnpX312iWKv1CEXyo28lMtOaa60j6uQeF7nvinNVf6hi14n6Z1JvqWTgSiwuWNm6rDL9KEBNfmO-Rwq9pBDuiET8P3A-AVHQmzS5WbHu6hFZvU7GVfHUp/s320/helder+couto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195476076108853474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Foto de: Hélder Couto</span></span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">... uma luz cortante trespassa e no mesmo instante vislumbra-se uma nova vida ...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-50071363372368806662008-04-06T01:03:00.004+01:002008-12-10T21:18:29.567+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8P8j31NnGeK2qRMdAcUUn9XAq0bKtc6iEETsy1a1iLTjFZE2hkGM8r4865trxO_0vSmexxTw99O0EfnfifwIBURjtUSV5qid0nLX0WvAWuexSWk1bpDAEXpKrm7o6WDwWUQ5/s1600-h/Ritual+15+09+2007+082.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8P8j31NnGeK2qRMdAcUUn9XAq0bKtc6iEETsy1a1iLTjFZE2hkGM8r4865trxO_0vSmexxTw99O0EfnfifwIBURjtUSV5qid0nLX0WvAWuexSWk1bpDAEXpKrm7o6WDwWUQ5/s320/Ritual+15+09+2007+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185916421649709170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">Foto de: angel mat</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">... dedos que correm, sons que saíem, vozes que se calam, ouvidos que escutam, pessoas atentas, por momentos apenas sons musicais ecoam pelo ar...</span></span><br /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-3285074570724116412008-03-05T23:36:00.005+00:002008-12-10T21:18:29.724+00:00.."porto de abrigo"...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwyxDJfdDAtvIn40CfdpQPZQoLYTL5ZI0TNOflArRV9inl8KnoxRc-YIRHkExF8Um0Dt2rNOBieCJYJz-LNR5obIE3MDOFVkLH8wP8yni4CbusXyQ_9YyXjlm64E3eUgfBitFr/s1600-h/vitor+nunes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwyxDJfdDAtvIn40CfdpQPZQoLYTL5ZI0TNOflArRV9inl8KnoxRc-YIRHkExF8Um0Dt2rNOBieCJYJz-LNR5obIE3MDOFVkLH8wP8yni4CbusXyQ_9YyXjlm64E3eUgfBitFr/s320/vitor+nunes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174407808090510866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Foto de: Vitor Nunes</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">..<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >.. nada mais é preciso, basta apenas um "porto de abrigo", ele se vislumbra e nele nos sentimos seguros ...</span><br /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-83995724884974956882008-03-04T22:24:00.003+00:002008-12-10T21:18:29.868+00:00...um novo começo...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRWnMdzwmr8cY-47ddWs36tc26vUtTJu5SUeC4pKA9LhwvuRDU_JZlYb__ossU0aF6k69I4k31onrOK8swn_Shkr_ubRonET1c_1SDztm8qFFcVoXRHGFQ9W0KA7hoU32R8oa/s1600-h/pedro+gomes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRWnMdzwmr8cY-47ddWs36tc26vUtTJu5SUeC4pKA9LhwvuRDU_JZlYb__ossU0aF6k69I4k31onrOK8swn_Shkr_ubRonET1c_1SDztm8qFFcVoXRHGFQ9W0KA7hoU32R8oa/s320/pedro+gomes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174016064123442658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Foto de: Pedro Gomes</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">...seguir rumo a algo definido, outras vezes por definir, mas decerto modo sempre de encontro a um novo mundo, a um novo dia, ou talvez a um novo começo...</span><br /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-51922870252499204992008-03-03T21:36:00.003+00:002008-12-10T21:18:30.042+00:00..leve, leve...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IduOV1MZVPcTpOF9V1AdvJ_rLirqy54qEtAmipb6KPgnklkaW_fYeVzLm1wsrLkYCwqBs_dsZ9Jajc3qmS8OHyZPj0krhitvyHQutgkjLJOSAXFoVTIFi6lTvMJ6DVvzE9Zq/s1600-h/henrique+cordeiro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IduOV1MZVPcTpOF9V1AdvJ_rLirqy54qEtAmipb6KPgnklkaW_fYeVzLm1wsrLkYCwqBs_dsZ9Jajc3qmS8OHyZPj0krhitvyHQutgkjLJOSAXFoVTIFi6lTvMJ6DVvzE9Zq/s320/henrique+cordeiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173633191432649826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Foto de: Henrique Cordeiro</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">...sou leve... leve... com tanta leveza pairo no ar e sinto a liberadade, as asas batem-me a uma velocidade estonteante eu nem disso dou conta, apenas brinco no ar e sigo para outras paragens ...</span><br /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-34228798918159140462008-02-28T18:55:00.005+00:002008-12-10T21:18:30.289+00:00... vislumbro a luz ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3XNuNPF7TfxAXllorC4sWc72p05WxuHannZcDuiWtQWgM2N3yCsIlxfr_pL9tMXLAf2aNOO70q-SYDCQU4Bkof4_XZDu0u2_Fd181yE4QwU2gqHlAoxEF96v0LaxTS0-49hC/s1600-h/a+m+catarino+como+a+agua+que+corre.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3XNuNPF7TfxAXllorC4sWc72p05WxuHannZcDuiWtQWgM2N3yCsIlxfr_pL9tMXLAf2aNOO70q-SYDCQU4Bkof4_XZDu0u2_Fd181yE4QwU2gqHlAoxEF96v0LaxTS0-49hC/s320/a+m+catarino+como+a+agua+que+corre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172106880306082210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">Foto de: A.M.Catarino</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;">... por vezes procuramos e não encontramos, a escuridão é o que nos circunda, dou conta então que não olhei aos pequenos detalhes e logo a luz ao fundo lentamente começa a surgir...<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-60558515416742991362007-08-16T21:11:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:30.463+00:00...voltas,...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9BlUCyGxlmT3iAMCK7_Ekx8Vsb2NG-5KEvyqOv6ubCjMdg4M2JTPg2msLevg9WIqm4DaFglBZ7G45kPAZmpWfLY_f68gdGmuP6OU2OVzdCHNiyt5DV-HyKqR3HPbGHB-eNQ_b/s1600-h/juliolemos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099393813413830498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9BlUCyGxlmT3iAMCK7_Ekx8Vsb2NG-5KEvyqOv6ubCjMdg4M2JTPg2msLevg9WIqm4DaFglBZ7G45kPAZmpWfLY_f68gdGmuP6OU2OVzdCHNiyt5DV-HyKqR3HPbGHB-eNQ_b/s320/juliolemos.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> <strong><em>Foto de: Júlio Lemos</em></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">... voltas, mais voltas, nervuras, tudo converge para um centro, tudo converge para o incógnito, tudo converge para o desconhecido ...</span></em></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-2358638517492727782007-06-06T14:05:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:30.634+00:00... Evasão, Azul, Sair ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYM1AW2Sxm0Af2_FV7sKYL8Yx4XcT1qSR7b-JUG7e9_BtY4y_PBwRQ5ETEZp-UZrq-FhcmxLsubwAeMYBDenZ8YTgUGMOKJfUdkx13MWOCbxs_R_Pjv3q_U8ZYn0ltbSuuvXaC/s1600-h/luis+ferreira++open+space.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072937238314723970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYM1AW2Sxm0Af2_FV7sKYL8Yx4XcT1qSR7b-JUG7e9_BtY4y_PBwRQ5ETEZp-UZrq-FhcmxLsubwAeMYBDenZ8YTgUGMOKJfUdkx13MWOCbxs_R_Pjv3q_U8ZYn0ltbSuuvXaC/s320/luis+ferreira++open+space.bmp" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><strong> Foto: Luís Ferreira</strong></span></em><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><em>... o azul, evasão, sair, o fim de algo e o ínicio de um novo começo ...</em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>(vou estar ausente umas semanas, razão ... férias)</em></span></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-70034767129451432572007-05-30T18:24:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:30.830+00:00... primeiro/últimos ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTY6be2-3yq3tTglcPw4V3PZGxV0tI1becy1GCzr4QSg-a8qjPvJ7l4GCEZk6mInycwhosSYj3xPMiSCwxQWsOfDQsyJGLA-_MwKYKJOxOlFkMH1QBrj1f5Che3aSpkfK0cLS/s1600-h/iva+silva+-+after+you.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070408817152347698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTY6be2-3yq3tTglcPw4V3PZGxV0tI1becy1GCzr4QSg-a8qjPvJ7l4GCEZk6mInycwhosSYj3xPMiSCwxQWsOfDQsyJGLA-_MwKYKJOxOlFkMH1QBrj1f5Che3aSpkfK0cLS/s320/iva+silva+-+after+you.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Iva Silva</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>... existe sempre um que tem a ideia e outros que seguem a ideia, existem sempre os que são os primeiros e existem sempre os que chegam depois/que são os últimos, não significa que por serem os primeiros sejam sempre os melhores depende muito do caso, situação e do que possa estar a acontecer...</em></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-56824380546072879482007-05-05T22:06:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:30.989+00:00...inatingível...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJ1gokMV0iOa-Tclj0RGfbFLJVI8Qv3-DdQeCOeMUmEVJTPJx-IR6rRlFkaD8TUObjElcYBUUNAUZNg_fiNik4Gawda-iMphqi5htBO7KpEX3BqX4KA2EcX6BA7BdG-Hcvc7f/s1600-h/ricardo+verde+costa++++++++++++unreality.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061187076594262978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJ1gokMV0iOa-Tclj0RGfbFLJVI8Qv3-DdQeCOeMUmEVJTPJx-IR6rRlFkaD8TUObjElcYBUUNAUZNg_fiNik4Gawda-iMphqi5htBO7KpEX3BqX4KA2EcX6BA7BdG-Hcvc7f/s320/ricardo+verde+costa++++++++++++unreality.bmp" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-family:georgia;">Foto de: Ricardo Verde Costa</span></span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">... eu queria voar, mas só a mente voa; eu queria ter asas, mas só os pássaros tem; eu ou nós queremos o inatingível, mas só o sonhar nos leva lá ...<br /></span></em></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-23911719914802909122007-05-01T19:08:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:31.118+00:00...passo ...<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9cspY_qtkKRgssyYNx3TPNT6mTglHDtfOaexqnng3U7GoWycrn1z76GXVQM10cCuW1LrZ3SrzIFYb7-tLVEVVbPB-J719T4m8P41UCv8keJQMubJDbqUJXxY2bDz3VisLJnO/s1600-h/alvaro+cordeiro++++++a+passagem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059655967997879186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9cspY_qtkKRgssyYNx3TPNT6mTglHDtfOaexqnng3U7GoWycrn1z76GXVQM10cCuW1LrZ3SrzIFYb7-tLVEVVbPB-J719T4m8P41UCv8keJQMubJDbqUJXxY2bDz3VisLJnO/s320/alvaro+cordeiro++++++a+passagem.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Álvaro Cordeiro<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">... a cada passo que damos a paisagem altera, a cada passo que damos nós mudamos a paisagem, a cada passo que damos a paisagem voltou a ser algo novo e recriado ...<br /></div></span></em><div align="center"></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-54521372130708993652007-04-29T18:13:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:31.245+00:00... força, impacto ...<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CFJkzjV3MfooXXldnG0QyXZFFccX15ZlmeO492N83g7KbTh0IaYBH2D-DGdAtGifXTemfORc35Ksbge026u_1obzdPTLT9skiHn3AhjN5P8BlO3hQoyR6BsM7EXRU9wt-IaI/s1600-h/baldomero+alves+coelho+impacto.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058900951401948002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CFJkzjV3MfooXXldnG0QyXZFFccX15ZlmeO492N83g7KbTh0IaYBH2D-DGdAtGifXTemfORc35Ksbge026u_1obzdPTLT9skiHn3AhjN5P8BlO3hQoyR6BsM7EXRU9wt-IaI/s320/baldomero+alves+coelho+impacto.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto de: Baldomero Alves Coelho</span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">... porque existem muitos momentos que pela sua força e impacto, alteram o nosso modo de ver e olhar e desse modo alteram a nossa maneira de estar e olhar a vida... </span></em><br /></div></span><div align="left"></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-50437998975185485562007-04-10T23:29:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:31.469+00:00... memória ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBnsQvFbdLguhZAyEQUiaBXod8h9WVDuVpN4wNlp-rFcYC13tvp9jjFfJOj5wmWFQyDRVdtusKDqSuuK9pIQIH367nBY_DjqpO3M0TMIpW9PRA0azs6Tv_qUrAM7d4GZXjTlgz/s1600-h/abandono+++de+luquésio+melo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051930466077751506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBnsQvFbdLguhZAyEQUiaBXod8h9WVDuVpN4wNlp-rFcYC13tvp9jjFfJOj5wmWFQyDRVdtusKDqSuuK9pIQIH367nBY_DjqpO3M0TMIpW9PRA0azs6Tv_qUrAM7d4GZXjTlgz/s320/abandono+++de+luqu%C3%A9sio+melo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Luquésio Melo</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">... o tempo passa, com ele tudo vai mudando, com ele tudo vai alterando, com ele tudo vai envelhecendo, com ele lentamente a algumas coisas chega o abandono, mas em todos eles existe uma memória/lembrança e essa nunca fica esquecida ...<br /></span></em></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-77446060081321688342007-03-21T21:44:00.000+00:002008-12-10T21:18:31.589+00:00..núcleo...<span style="font-size:78%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZNh0TnoR_lK80pCidtaTPyR04P_gxKxSS__xjTzTAuedKtf79Jsl-FFDxvierlvFzTIrVVCBjb0ZdrjUj9408D_h8Bp3UkQAjNsnEv52iPaZKUFC7xCp8xAXIBqayxVwclXR/s1600-h/paulo+cesar++a+caminho+do+nucleo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044497360751506082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZNh0TnoR_lK80pCidtaTPyR04P_gxKxSS__xjTzTAuedKtf79Jsl-FFDxvierlvFzTIrVVCBjb0ZdrjUj9408D_h8Bp3UkQAjNsnEv52iPaZKUFC7xCp8xAXIBqayxVwclXR/s320/paulo+cesar++a+caminho+do+nucleo.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Foto de: Paulo César</span></strong></em></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">...tudo conflui para um um ponto, mal o vejo, sei que tenho de seguir em frente é esse o meu caminho, e os braços não devo deixar cair...<br /></span></em></div></span>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-57547550259651362442007-03-14T18:23:00.000+00:002008-12-10T21:18:31.803+00:00.. edifício...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjloM6UPbUDCq3pFVSybRupiCADg-1FwBeTkwQchtpkTnR-G5KhHTgIXCFgSvb3d2Kck6wAFZbW7onfuOy3V5fFi1y4FEWV7rx93HP3fuhVXWRyaXeAqnJBtkSqWwV-OyxO-qyK/s1600-h/margarida+araujo+biblioteca.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041848337459038674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjloM6UPbUDCq3pFVSybRupiCADg-1FwBeTkwQchtpkTnR-G5KhHTgIXCFgSvb3d2Kck6wAFZbW7onfuOy3V5fFi1y4FEWV7rx93HP3fuhVXWRyaXeAqnJBtkSqWwV-OyxO-qyK/s320/margarida+araujo+biblioteca.bmp" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Margarida Araújo</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... o homem constrói ... destrói a natureza e com isso o habitat de animais, nesse espaço surgem edíficios de grande envergadura surge assim uma paisagem humanizada e o natural deixou de existir... será? existem momentos que o natural surge e se reflecte ...</em></span></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-88447762120497383522007-02-24T16:32:00.000+00:002008-12-10T21:18:31.966+00:00... esforço, refrescante ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9QYFWQFgL8OmSm_l6H_7FnsbpYnLyGnuDOjFTjtvwLhAJFIWGgJ9crudOUAsEGnKI56hMoVm5VLJ35Ac3C7IsZVpASrGK5iI8QU9ZZInG28Yan-1F94yCxcLEv5-QrTdsiR_/s1600-h/hilton+pozza+++banho+de+cachoeira.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035139761167561154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9QYFWQFgL8OmSm_l6H_7FnsbpYnLyGnuDOjFTjtvwLhAJFIWGgJ9crudOUAsEGnKI56hMoVm5VLJ35Ac3C7IsZVpASrGK5iI8QU9ZZInG28Yan-1F94yCxcLEv5-QrTdsiR_/s320/hilton+pozza+++banho+de+cachoeira.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Hilton Pozza</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">... depois de um esforço, depois de um trabalho, nada mais refrescante e revigorante que um "banho fresco" mesmo vestido ...<br /></span></em></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-21213861225171164042007-02-21T20:15:00.000+00:002008-12-10T21:18:32.066+00:00... "destruir", "queimar"...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkvlwML0wIkm_KhHaJcnf74YKOWzYW9elTxyWCUdajD5rZjizWrucE-4kx0-9Z98RIP-lB3-oYEUdLtwOd6D70aWK3ufoyXFvwyaltMsxFlAinXKBVggJs40Jx8emqRqjHL9nF/s1600-h/Paulo+marques++queimada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034083787623264674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkvlwML0wIkm_KhHaJcnf74YKOWzYW9elTxyWCUdajD5rZjizWrucE-4kx0-9Z98RIP-lB3-oYEUdLtwOd6D70aWK3ufoyXFvwyaltMsxFlAinXKBVggJs40Jx8emqRqjHL9nF/s320/Paulo+marques++queimada.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Paulo Marques</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... às vezes é preciso "destruir", "queimar", para tudo o que boqueia e congestiona o bom andamento terminar de vez e ressurgir novamente um campo aberto onde tudo possa ser implantado de raíz e com novos critérios...<br /></em></span></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-6448340386974147652007-02-17T21:02:00.000+00:002008-12-10T21:18:32.293+00:00..mãos...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKXe7Od2ocOTw9N-auOYdGwEgnlvP26OwQAK3sMHWNeFL6_-Obn0ucexGzoXC9wW7u3t30QqfC-Uyz1o3HJ3G-3MXSNJo6xKNhE2tF8XBT82QHfsW1ZWk_DaPUJgAL5CIVNTw/s1600-h/jacob+lopes2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032611945280598418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKXe7Od2ocOTw9N-auOYdGwEgnlvP26OwQAK3sMHWNeFL6_-Obn0ucexGzoXC9wW7u3t30QqfC-Uyz1o3HJ3G-3MXSNJo6xKNhE2tF8XBT82QHfsW1ZWk_DaPUJgAL5CIVNTw/s320/jacob+lopes2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Jacob Lopes</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">... as mãos e o instrumento de sopro e delas saem sons que nos alegram o espírito e acalmam a mente ...<br /></span></div></em>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-38277667020108325702007-02-12T20:38:00.000+00:002008-12-10T21:18:32.499+00:00... correr...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNA3Jcpgg-LVES4RHTeQdlcoyBMxaO_PCzgs0ZWIaOnLkhcRcLBe_T29HEhyxj9JyypUNb2j4YU_LMpf8zjoVcGSPi38d4bIsDfgEUpSlZOcuUjBf20muGjEJiHqu8eCBl7N5Z/s1600-h/jan+beran1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030750446324969778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNA3Jcpgg-LVES4RHTeQdlcoyBMxaO_PCzgs0ZWIaOnLkhcRcLBe_T29HEhyxj9JyypUNb2j4YU_LMpf8zjoVcGSPi38d4bIsDfgEUpSlZOcuUjBf20muGjEJiHqu8eCBl7N5Z/s320/jan+beran1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Jan Beran</span></em></strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... nada mais seduz do que correr encosta abaixo, sentir o pó na cara,... tem algo de alegria e algo de desconhecido...<br /></em></span></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1170874287568698022007-02-07T18:47:00.000+00:002007-02-07T18:51:27.593+00:00... mãos ...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/1600/800476/jacob%20lopes.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/320/957236/jacob%20lopes.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Jacob Lopes</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... um gesto, mais outro, e todos eles encadeados se tornam num ciclo repetitivo, as mãos essas não param e mostram bem o esforço de anos e anos ...<br /></em></span></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1170182656563836332007-01-30T18:37:00.000+00:002007-01-30T18:44:16.590+00:00... momentos ..<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/1600/353639/manuel%20maia%20-%20o%20descanso%20da%20guerreira.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/320/413701/manuel%20maia%20-%20o%20descanso%20da%20guerreira.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><em><strong> Foto de: Manuel Maia</strong></em></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... um ínicio, um correr desenfreado, um chegar , ... uma pausa e um apreciar o momento porque de momentos é feito o nosso correr ...<br /></em></span></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1169674318322103932007-01-24T21:25:00.000+00:002007-01-24T21:31:58.343+00:00... mudar de linha... opções... encruzilhadas ...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/1600/286478/francisco%20sismeiro%20%20%20encruzilhadas.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/320/375831/francisco%20sismeiro%20%20%20encruzilhadas.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Francisco Sismeiro</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">... os carris levam-nos a locais distantes e longínquos, para tal antes houve o mudar de linha, de direcção e de sentido, inclusivé muitas vezes obriga a um mudar de velocidade ... assim são as encruzilhadas que nos obrigam a fazer opções...</span></em></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4