tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180955732011-07-08T02:33:00.657+01:00Vivemos Para Sentir e Sentimos Para ViverK'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.comBlogger2091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-87523267108396296962010-01-10T21:34:00.001Z2010-01-10T21:36:51.353Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/S0pG87FWroI/AAAAAAAAAOA/KwL8wT5Sutk/s1600-h/escalada.jpeg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="15" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/S0pG87FWroI/AAAAAAAAAOA/KwL8wT5Sutk/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 /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-8752326710839629696?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-84378985121636463152009-12-09T18:26:00.002Z2009-12-09T18:30:08.396Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/Sx_q7nO3B7I/AAAAAAAAANY/sR--aSuDYco/s1600-h/w_h_paraca_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/Sx_q7nO3B7I/AAAAAAAAANY/sR--aSuDYco/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&amp;action=galeria">Roberto Fernande</a>s</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>... o céu como limite...</i><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-8437898512163646315?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-59369436322313829432009-12-08T19:22:00.000Z2009-12-08T19:22:13.174Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/Sx6mX9keO_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/3WG_RTjPVkU/s1600-h/1000imagens.aspx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/Sx6mX9keO_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/3WG_RTjPVkU/s320/1000imagens.aspx.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Foto de: <a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/foto.asp?idautor=1590&amp;idfoto=88&amp;t=&amp;g=&amp;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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-5936943632231382943?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-53750220919289157712008-05-01T19:17:00.003+01:002008-12-10T21:18:29.383Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/SBoJ9uOCMOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hMGxl7OtaL0/s1600-h/helder+couto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/SBoJ9uOCMOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hMGxl7OtaL0/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-5375022091928915771?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-50071363372368806662008-04-06T01:03:00.004+01:002008-12-10T21:18:29.567Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/R_gTgmNLuHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/d16DM8mPjH8/s1600-h/Ritual+15+09+2007+082.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/R_gTgmNLuHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/d16DM8mPjH8/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-5007136337236880666?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-3285074570724116412008-03-05T23:36:00.005Z2008-12-10T21:18:29.724Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/R88wfHw-FhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CKyNhmphFWg/s1600-h/vitor+nunes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/R88wfHw-FhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CKyNhmphFWg/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-328507457072411641?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-83995724884974956882008-03-04T22:24:00.003Z2008-12-10T21:18:29.868Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/R83MMnw-FeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s7cny8n-nOE/s1600-h/pedro+gomes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/R83MMnw-FeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s7cny8n-nOE/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-8399572488497495688?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-51922870252499204992008-03-03T21:36:00.003Z2008-12-10T21:18:30.042Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/R8xv-f2DfGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qujE7a3MgjA/s1600-h/henrique+cordeiro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/R8xv-f2DfGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qujE7a3MgjA/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-5192287025249920499?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-34228798918159140462008-02-28T18:55:00.005Z2008-12-10T21:18:30.289Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/R8cDzfz_caI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VEGoVyrzbP4/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/R8cDzfz_caI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VEGoVyrzbP4/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-3422879891815914046?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-60558515416742991362007-08-16T21:11:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:30.463Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RsSvp9JbH2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/K9Emr2vZIVo/s1600-h/juliolemos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099393813413830498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RsSvp9JbH2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/K9Emr2vZIVo/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-6055851541674299136?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-2358638517492727782007-06-06T14:05:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:30.634Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RmaximmZqoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_xS9YtkPkPQ/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RmaximmZqoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_xS9YtkPkPQ/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-235863851749272778?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-70034767129451432572007-05-30T18:24:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:30.830Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/Rl219HxfzjI/AAAAAAAAADk/lQBTbrWODfQ/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/Rl219HxfzjI/AAAAAAAAADk/lQBTbrWODfQ/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-7003476712945143257?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-56824380546072879482007-05-05T22:06:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:30.989Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/Rjzy1LIy48I/AAAAAAAAADc/BPxRXCNDX7c/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/Rjzy1LIy48I/AAAAAAAAADc/BPxRXCNDX7c/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-5682438054607287948?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-23911719914802909122007-05-01T19:08:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:31.118Z<div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RjeCS7Iy45I/AAAAAAAAADE/YYOEwdU95U0/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RjeCS7Iy45I/AAAAAAAAADE/YYOEwdU95U0/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-2391171991480290912?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-54521372130708993652007-04-29T18:13:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:31.245Z<div align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RjTTnLIy42I/AAAAAAAAACs/Sdv1WZhyixo/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RjTTnLIy42I/AAAAAAAAACs/Sdv1WZhyixo/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-5452137213070899365?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-50437998975185485562007-04-10T23:29:00.000+01:002008-12-10T21:18:31.469Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RhwP_hyJuNI/AAAAAAAAACM/_o4subvTEVU/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RhwP_hyJuNI/AAAAAAAAACM/_o4subvTEVU/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-5043799897518548556?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-77446060081321688342007-03-21T21:44:00.000Z2008-12-10T21:18:31.589Z<span style="font-size:78%;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RgGnn2n9MqI/AAAAAAAAACA/HyvZ7XPlUC0/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RgGnn2n9MqI/AAAAAAAAACA/HyvZ7XPlUC0/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-7744606008132168834?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-57547550259651362442007-03-14T18:23:00.000Z2008-12-10T21:18:31.803Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/Rfg-WZ2jydI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ht3FbTQXHBU/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/Rfg-WZ2jydI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ht3FbTQXHBU/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-5754755025965136244?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-88447762120497383522007-02-24T16:32:00.000Z2008-12-10T21:18:31.966Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/ReBo73rWccI/AAAAAAAAABk/WyjAP6jHlHQ/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/ReBo73rWccI/AAAAAAAAABk/WyjAP6jHlHQ/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-8844776212049738352?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-21213861225171164042007-02-21T20:15:00.000Z2008-12-10T21:18:32.066Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RdyoiHrWcaI/AAAAAAAAABM/9FJ73Ya_2EA/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RdyoiHrWcaI/AAAAAAAAABM/9FJ73Ya_2EA/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-2121386122517116404?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-6448340386974147652007-02-17T21:02:00.000Z2008-12-10T21:18:32.293Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/Rddt5nrWcZI/AAAAAAAAABA/OrgwlbzdpIg/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/Rddt5nrWcZI/AAAAAAAAABA/OrgwlbzdpIg/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-644834038697414765?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-38277667020108325702007-02-12T20:38:00.000Z2008-12-10T21:18:32.499Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RdDQ4HrWcTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tYu7i1scj8Q/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KHQ57nEMx0c/RdDQ4HrWcTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tYu7i1scj8Q/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-3827766702010832570?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1170874287568698022007-02-07T18:47:00.000Z2007-02-07T18:51:27.593Z<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-117087428756869802?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1170182656563836332007-01-30T18:37:00.000Z2007-01-30T18:44:16.590Z<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-117018265656383633?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1169674318322103932007-01-24T21:25:00.000Z2007-01-24T21:31:58.343Z<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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116967431832210393?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1169417851272950442007-01-21T22:13:00.000Z2007-01-21T22:17:31.290Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/1600/467983/manuela%20viola.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/320/750583/manuela%20viola.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Manuela Viola</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... o passado conhecemos e vivemos, o presente vamos conhecendo e vivendo, o futuro ... nada sabemos apenas dispomos dos conhecimentos anteriores para puder prosseguir com o cuidado redobrado se assim o quisermos ...<br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116941785127295044?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1169069983942316622007-01-17T21:34:00.000Z2007-01-17T21:39:43.960Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/1600/923601/jose%20margarido%20%20%20reflexos.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/320/976832/jose%20margarido%20%20%20reflexos.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: José Margarido</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... tudo ondula, tudo se transfigura, tudo altera, mas ... tudo se mantém no local apenas podem ter sofrido algumas alterações, as quais nós temos de as saber captar e ver ...<br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116906998394231662?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1167328935927347952006-12-28T17:57:00.000Z2006-12-28T18:02:15.946Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/1600/979697/Joao%20parassu.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/320/873927/Joao%20parassu.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: João Parassu</span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">o "x", ... a incógnita, ... o desconhecido, ... tudo o que está para além é novo, ... mas ... a esperança sobressaí um BOM ANO, para todos vós</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116732893592734795?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1166553934374482042006-12-19T18:38:00.000Z2006-12-19T18:45:34.406Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/1600/806696/Duarte%20Freitas%20%20%20%20a%20arvore%20ja%20chegou.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/320/827161/Duarte%20Freitas%20%20%20%20a%20arvore%20ja%20chegou.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Duarte Freitas</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">... é primordial olhar de modo diferente, é necessário experimentar novas atitudes e mudanças, a época é propícia ... Feliz Natal</span><br /></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116655393437448204?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1165863749389930432006-12-11T18:56:00.000Z2006-12-11T19:06:53.760Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/1600/81687/isabel%20silva%20%20%20%20a%20janela.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/320/13889/isabel%20silva%20%20%20%20a%20janela.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Isabel Silva</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... uma janela pode servir para entrar ar, mas uma janela também pode servir como uma "abertura" a outros mundos a outras hipóteses assim um céu azul de algum modo contribui e muito para mudanças fulcrais...<br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116586374938993043?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1165434476482624622006-12-06T19:43:00.000Z2006-12-06T19:47:56.513Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/1600/440878/pinheiro%20selvagem%20ricardo%20alves.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/320/158396/pinheiro%20selvagem%20ricardo%20alves.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Ricardo Alves</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">... a natureza é impressionante, e mostra-nos que se quisermos nada é impossível ...<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116543447648262462?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1164664728224919792006-11-27T21:52:00.000Z2006-11-27T21:58:48.243Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/1600/747651/Pedro-ramos--a-caminho-da-i.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/320/69754/Pedro-ramos--a-caminho-da-i.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Pedro Ramos</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">... imaginar é o que nos encaminha, não ter limites é um dos modos de se lá chegar ...<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116466472822491979?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1164145195103381952006-11-21T21:35:00.000Z2006-11-21T21:39:55.146Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/1600/632752/olho%20Axel%20O.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3240/1728/320/750380/olho%20Axel%20O.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto de: Axel O.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">... nada é, mas... simultâneamente parece que estamos a ser vigiados ...</span></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116414519510338195?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1163850157820061292006-11-18T11:38:00.000Z2006-11-18T11:45:34.816Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/victor%20melo%20who%20wants%20to%20live%20forever.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/victor%20melo%20who%20wants%20to%20live%20forever.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Victor Melo</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... temos alturas em que viver é tudo o que importa, mas ... ninguém vive para sempre...<br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116385015782006129?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1163623051607592782006-11-15T20:29:00.000Z2006-11-15T20:37:31.630Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/ribeira-de-odelouca---jove.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/ribeira-de-odelouca---jove.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Jovelino Matos Almeida</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">... o que vejo? .. luz, cor, reflexos.. será? ou será minha imaginação ou aquilo que eu quero vêr?, o que está por detrás de toda esta "distorção"?</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116362305160759278?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1163372323414120902006-11-12T22:54:00.000Z2006-11-12T22:58:43.453Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/mario-pereira-portal.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/mario-pereira-portal.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Mário Pereira</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... tudo converge para um "ponto", tudo me leva e encaminha para esse "ponto", o que está para lá dele... não sei, ... o ponto- <strong>Portal - </strong>surge como a abertura para o desconhecido...<br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116337232341412090?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1162938747478699202006-11-07T22:28:00.000Z2006-11-07T22:32:27.613Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/sergio-miguel-silva-limite.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/sergio-miguel-silva-limite.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Sérgio Miguel Silva</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>...equílibrio... contrastes, tons são eles que aproximam, são eles que afastam, são eles que criam e dão harmonia e nos levam ao limite ...<br /></div></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116293874747869920?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1162764510137381382006-11-05T22:02:00.000Z2006-11-05T22:10:17.250Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/ricardo%20tavares.0.jpg"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/ricardo%20tavares.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></em></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Ricardo Tavares<br /></span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... o que nos prende? o que nos ata e não nos deixa caminhar? o que não nos deixa ver?... vocês árvores, tão perto e tão longe ...<br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116276451013738138?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1161643588108016882006-10-23T23:40:00.000+01:002006-10-23T23:46:28.140+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/adilson-faltz--gelido.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/adilson-faltz--gelido.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Adilson Faltz</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"></span></em></strong><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">... olho, penso, ganho coragem e ... mergulho ... brr ... está um frio ...<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116164358810801688?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1160765936461707662006-10-13T19:49:00.000+01:002006-10-13T19:58:56.523+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/irational---glass.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/irational---glass.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Irational</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">... tudo tem uma forma, uma imagem, um conteúdo por uns é vista de uma forma por outros de outra forma, certo é que ... a imagem que é passada para o exterior é a mesma mas a recepção dela chega de forma diferente de pessoa para pessoa ...<br /></span></div></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-116076593646170766?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1159629937836896622006-09-30T16:22:00.000+01:002006-09-30T16:25:37.863+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/luciana%20mudanca.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/luciana%20mudanca.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Luciana</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">...tudo desorganizado, mas ...a mudança espera-nos... será? ...e o tempo?... ele que espere...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115962993783689662?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1158180220878247282006-09-13T21:33:00.000+01:002006-09-13T21:43:41.060+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/pedro%20liborio%20%20indecisoes.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/pedro%20liborio%20%20indecisoes.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><strong>Foto de: Pedro Libório</strong></span></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... anda, segue, passa, volta a passar, continua a andar, e no meio de tudo isso a vida continua e porquê tanta indecisão? ...dívida, indecisão porquê! ...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115818022087824728?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1157741550564466852006-09-08T19:49:00.000+01:002006-09-08T19:52:30.583+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/dionisio%20leitao%20%20%20%20%20free.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/dionisio%20leitao%20%20%20%20%20free.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Dionísio Leitão<br /></span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">...sou livre, ... mas até que ponto sou prisioneira da minha liberdade?...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115774155056446685?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1157403967843954032006-09-04T21:59:00.000+01:002006-09-04T22:06:07.863+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/jens%20harTmann.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/jens%20harTmann.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Jens HarTmann</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... aquilo que é dado como "objecto" feito pelo homem reflecte-se numa imagem; nós homens também nos refletimos numa imagem ...será que quando ela surge o interior também vem reflectido? ...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115740396784395403?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1157139394214827312006-09-01T20:30:00.000+01:002006-09-01T20:36:34.260+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/sergio%20miguel%20silva%20african%20green%20zebra.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/sergio%20miguel%20silva%20african%20green%20zebra.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Sérgio Miguel Silva</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... ser igual é fácil, distinguir-se entre iguais é o difícil ...<br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115713939421482731?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1156970640586738812006-08-30T21:39:00.000+01:002006-08-30T21:44:00.616+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/reinaldo-ferro---dunas.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/reinaldo-ferro---dunas.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Reinaldo Ferro</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">... a protecção existe, mas o que está para além dela o meu espírito e a minha mente podem ultrapassar...<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115697064058673881?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1156716929988901332006-08-27T23:01:00.000+01:002006-08-27T23:15:30.006+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/paulo-cesar-guerra----a-inv.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/paulo-cesar-guerra----a-inv.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Paulo César Guerra</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... com o tempo, surgiu o dia, com ele as horas e com ele surgiu a falta de tempo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em> até onde nos leva as escadas em caracol...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115671692998890133?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1156361496590582952006-08-23T20:27:00.000+01:002006-08-23T20:31:36.633+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/jose%20marafona.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/jose%20marafona.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: José Marafona</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>...para onde vou, para onde me levas , não preciso de saber, apenas seguir e acreditar...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115636149659058295?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1156198354372797212006-08-21T23:06:00.000+01:002006-08-21T23:12:34.396+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/carlos%20loff%20fonseca.3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/carlos%20loff%20fonseca.3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Carlos Loff Fonseca</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">...o óbvio para uns pode ser a sobrevivência para outros ...<br /></span></div></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115619835437279721?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1155929513615653552006-08-18T20:29:00.000+01:002006-08-18T20:31:53.633+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/ana%20loura%20%20%20%20liberdade.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/ana%20loura%20%20%20%20liberdade.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Ana Loura<br /></span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>...quando não se tem , é quando é mais procurada e mais valorizada...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115592951361565355?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1154369880962037252006-07-31T19:12:00.000+01:002006-07-31T19:18:00.980+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/ricardo%20sousa.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/ricardo%20sousa.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Ricardo Sousa<br /></span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>Será que vemos o que queremos? ou Será que queremos o que vemos?</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115436988096203725?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1153776631363020832006-07-24T22:22:00.000+01:002006-07-24T22:30:31.400+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/ricardo%20tavares%20%20%20dream%20brother.3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/ricardo%20tavares%20%20%20dream%20brother.3.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Ricardo Tavares</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Tudo tem um <strong>Princípio</strong> e um <strong>Fim</strong>.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">O <strong>Princípio</strong> a todos contagia com a sua alegria; o <strong>Fim</strong> todos tentam retardar mas ele impávido e sereno chega </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">...<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115377663136302083?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1153167980485540732006-07-17T21:21:00.000+01:002006-07-17T21:26:20.526+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/joao%20parassu.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/joao%20parassu.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: João Parrasu</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">...ondulantes...cores...olho e vejo que ao redor de algo escuro uma luz surge e uma esperança surge...<br /></span></div></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115316798048554073?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1152729851968931762006-07-12T19:40:00.000+01:002006-07-12T19:44:11.990+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/joao%20castela%20cravo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/joao%20castela%20cravo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: João Castela Cravo</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">... com as mãos tudo se faz e muito ainda está por fazer, de um regaço rosas podem sair ...</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115272985196893176?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1152485284882478752006-07-09T23:41:00.000+01:002006-07-09T23:48:04.906+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/ricardo%20tavares%20%20o%20vazio%20em%20mim.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/ricardo%20tavares%20%20o%20vazio%20em%20mim.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Ricardo Tavares</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... sentir é algo que nos pode fazer bem ou mal, depende do que provocar o sentir... sentir o vazio em nós, é simplesmente cortarem as sensações ... é necessário algo forte para tal acontecer ...<br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115248528488247875?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1152252661649693872006-07-07T07:04:00.000+01:002006-07-07T07:11:01.673+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/carlos%20loff%20fonseca.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/carlos%20loff%20fonseca.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de : Carlos Loff Fonseca</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>o azul sobressaí, do seu interior surge uma Teia com caminhos tão subtis e frágeis que ao mais leve toque no meio do azul deixaram de existir<br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115225266164969387?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1151961939041639742006-07-03T22:11:00.000+01:002006-07-03T23:33:34.846+01:00<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/ederson%20da%20silva.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/ederson%20da%20silva.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><strong><em> Foto de: Ederson da Silva</em></strong></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>... depois da inércia, é o que se sente quando se tenta voltar ao ritmo habitual, um emaranhado e uma confusão ...</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><strong><em></p><div align="left"><br /></div></em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-115196193904163974?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1149874101522930082006-06-09T18:20:00.000+01:002006-06-09T18:28:21.546+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/a%20m%20catarino1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/a%20m%20catarino1.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: A. M. Catarino<br /></span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">porque o descanso é necessário, voltarei em Julho um obrigada a todos</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114987410152293008?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1149434490365641932006-06-04T16:16:00.000+01:002006-06-04T16:21:30.383+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/CLO010.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/CLO010.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Autor Desconhecido<br /></span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>...levantamos a cabeça, olhamos ... "flocos" brancos no meio do azul ... e "voamos" para longe pois "elas" fazem-nos ir cada vez mais longe...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114943449036564193?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1148924955213553662006-05-29T18:41:00.000+01:002006-05-29T18:49:15.233+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Bertrand%20Raguet5.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Bertrand%20Raguet5.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Bertrand Raguet</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">... gotículas fervilham, luz ... a vida essa não pára ...<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114892495521355366?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1148678886073643912006-05-26T22:20:00.000+01:002006-05-27T09:57:33.006+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/folhas%20breves%20%20de%20manuela%20viola.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/folhas%20breves%20%20de%20manuela%20viola.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Manuela Viola</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">...cores sem elas, as folhas não tinham o brilho que têm...são breves... mas de uma beleza!</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114867888607364391?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1148493548620028092006-05-24T18:53:00.000+01:002006-05-24T18:59:08.656+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/carlos%20matos%20estruturas%20e%20coberturas.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/carlos%20matos%20estruturas%20e%20coberturas.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Carlos Ramos</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">olho em frente, por onde posso seguir? ... onde me posso segurar? até onde posso ir?<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114849354862002809?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1148325273045734662006-05-22T20:08:00.000+01:002006-05-22T20:14:33.060+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/eric%20petersen.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/eric%20petersen.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Eric Petersen</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">crianças...folhas...brincar...um vôo para o desconhecido ...<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114832527304573466?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1148016400914118452006-05-19T06:21:00.000+01:002006-05-19T06:26:40.930+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/antonio%20melo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/antonio%20melo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: António Melo</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">...borbulhar... e uma fescura nos percorre o corpo...</span></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114801640091411845?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1147676354852021962006-05-15T07:53:00.000+01:002006-05-15T07:59:14.866+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Penedo%20Jo??o"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Penedo%20Jo%3F%3Fo%20Brand%3F%3Fo%2008%2012%202005%20061.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: um outro olhar<br /></span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>... uma estrada ....uma curva...árvores, várias formas....o que se salienta as cores, sem elas não tinha vida e o sol que atravessa mais transmite isso...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114767635485202196?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1147372883863224302006-05-11T19:37:00.000+01:002006-05-11T19:41:23.896+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/de%20susana%20martins.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/de%20susana%20martins.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Susana Martins</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">... olha-se, caminha-se , segue-se ... o desconhecido espera-nos...<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114737288386322430?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1147000835177988952006-05-07T12:15:00.000+01:002006-05-07T12:20:35.193+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/conversa%20adiada%20%20de%20v??tor"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/conversa%20adiada%20%20de%20v%3F%3Ftor%20cid.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de : Vitor Cid</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>... cadeiras ...conversas ...arrumadas ... não existem, estão adiadas as conversas , porquê, até quando? ...<br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114700083517798895?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1146691807323086012006-05-03T22:25:00.000+01:002006-05-03T22:30:07.356+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/joao%20parassu11.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/joao%20parassu11.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><strong> Foto de: João Parassu</strong></span></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>... cores, ... todas fazem parte da vida, todas fazem parte do mundo,...do mundo a cores, ... pelo menos daqueles que o vêem a cores e o sentem a cores...<br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114669180732308601?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1146477396414146732006-05-01T10:52:00.000+01:002006-05-01T10:56:36.570+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Alentejo%20porto%20Covo%20(Praia).jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Alentejo%20porto%20Covo%20%28Praia%29.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: um outro olhar</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">...hora de descanso... ou a hora de ouvir o "mar falar"<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114647739641414673?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1146045837010602702006-04-26T11:00:00.000+01:002006-04-26T11:03:57.026+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/ana%20pinto%20%20%20%20minerio.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/ana%20pinto%20%20%20%20minerio.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Ana Pinto</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">... tudo é feito de tons, tudo tem a sua particualirade, cada tom ....é um minério, num conjunto formam uma harmonia de cores...tal como a vida<br /></span></div></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114604583701060270?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1145647384296038262006-04-21T20:17:00.000+01:002006-04-21T20:23:04.313+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/??guia.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/%3F%3Fguia.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Autor desconhecido<br /></span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Olhar penetrante, atenta, preparada para o momento decisivo...Será que estamos nós preparados para um momento deciso que surja ?</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114564738429603826?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1145475610889340542006-04-19T20:34:00.000+01:002006-04-19T20:40:10.920+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/SSGP4486.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/SSGP4486.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Autor desconhecido</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>Luzes várias, desenhos diversos, de algum modo imaginamos, o quê?! ... imaginem...</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>Por mim eu já imaginei...<br /></em></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114547561088934054?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1144965288770437002006-04-13T22:51:00.000+01:002006-04-13T22:54:48.793+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Inverno22.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Inverno22.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Autor desconhecido</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Tão belo, tão só...mais parece que não consegue carregar com o fardo que que tem...será?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114496528877043700?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1144611566357601412006-04-09T20:35:00.000+01:002006-04-09T20:39:26.396+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Caminhada%20D??o"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Caminhada%20D%3F%3Fo%202%20Abril%202006%20037.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: um outro olhar</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Raios de sol despontam, nuvens brancas no alto passam, nos ramos singelas flores despontam, abrindo os "olhos" aos raios de sol<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114461156635760141?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1144438329554392092006-04-07T20:27:00.000+01:002006-04-07T20:32:09.600+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Caldas%20SPaulo%2011%2012%202005%20002.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Caldas%20SPaulo%2011%2012%202005%20002.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: um outro olhar</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Tudo corre, tudo se move, nada é uma constante, mas sim uma inconstante<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114443832955439209?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1144270379872067392006-04-05T21:48:00.000+01:002006-04-05T21:52:59.906+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Great%20sand%20dunes%20de%20Benjamin%20Hess.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Great%20sand%20dunes%20de%20Benjamin%20Hess.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Benjamim Hess</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>Grandes dunas de areia, grandes espaços vazios, grandes tempestadas...tudo tão "morto", mas tudo de algum modo tão vivo!</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114427037987206739?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1144098612647250182006-04-03T22:06:00.000+01:002006-04-03T22:10:12.680+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/snowboard9.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/snowboard9.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Autor desconhecido</span></em></strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>O que nos leva a ir mais além, o que nos leva a correr riscos.... o simples prazer e gosto de liberdade, talvez...<br /></div></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114409861264725018?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1143765504912999342006-03-31T01:35:00.000+01:002006-03-31T01:38:24.933+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/queda.jpg"><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/queda.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></em></a><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Autor desconhecido</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">.../...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114376550491299934?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1143572522555915522006-03-28T19:57:00.000+01:002006-03-28T20:02:02.590+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/stream%20and%20rocks%20%20%20de%20chet%20dowell.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/stream%20and%20rocks%20%20%20de%20chet%20dowell.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Chet Dowell</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Para onde corres? Por onde passas? Que provocas no caminho? Que cores são essas? </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Foste tu que provocas-te tudo isto?<br /></div></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114357252255591552?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1143399399340250892006-03-26T19:51:00.000+01:002006-03-26T19:56:39.356+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/oi??o"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/oi%3F%3Fo%20a%20voz%20%20%20%20manuela%20viola.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Manuela Viola</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Vamos colocar um pé, a seguir o outro, lentamente subimos, aonde nos leva?! ... </span><span style="font-size:85%;">oiço a voz ! ...será?!<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114339939934025089?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1142976046476608582006-03-21T21:11:00.000Z2006-03-21T21:20:46.500Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Loucuras%20de%20Vitor%20Nunes.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Loucuras%20de%20Vitor%20Nunes.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><strong><em> De: Vitor Nunes</em></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center">...!/!...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114297604647660858?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1142805492821167842006-03-19T21:52:00.000Z2006-03-19T21:58:12.876Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/ViaFerrata.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/ViaFerrata.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Desconhecido</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Arriscar, conquistar, querer mais mas ... não descures onde te apoias, a queda pode ser grande e fatal...<br /></div></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114280549282116784?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1142636956573044462006-03-17T23:05:00.000Z2006-03-17T23:09:16.593Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/L015.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/L015.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Desconhecido</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">O que será perguntas? .... nunca vi nada assim .... um múrmirio responde...arrozais na china<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114263695657304446?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1142384993696553062006-03-15T01:04:00.000Z2006-03-15T01:09:53.733Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/slicznosc25.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/slicznosc25.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Slicznosc</span></strong></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Simples e frágeis, eis o que somos...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114238499369655306?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1142157835982627232006-03-12T09:59:00.000Z2006-03-12T10:03:56.006Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Luz%20e%20Sombras%20de%20Afonso%20Duarte%20%20Fonzi.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Luz%20e%20Sombras%20de%20Afonso%20Duarte%20%20Fonzi.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Afonso duarte Fonzi<br /></span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Linhas simples, apoios, até onde posso ir? ..até onde a coragem me deixar ir...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114215783598262723?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1141846042073908662006-03-08T19:24:00.000Z2006-03-09T22:08:26.080Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/IMAGE_00025.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/IMAGE_00025.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Argus<br /></span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Vai até onde o pensar, o sonho te deixam ir, não tenhas limites, vai ultrapssa tudo e atingi o ponto...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114184604207390866?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1141679468340054472006-03-06T21:05:00.000Z2006-03-09T20:38:35.816Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/skydive3%20%20michael%20tobin3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/skydive3%20%20michael%20tobin3.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Michael Tobin</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Voar, cair, ver o chão chegar a 200 kms hora, passar pelas nuvens, ...o Homem sempre sonhou voar<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114167946834005447?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1141415061864552682006-03-03T19:38:00.000Z2006-03-05T23:47:00.976Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/jo??o"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/jo%3F%3Fo%20parassu8.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: João Parassu<br /></span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Cores da vida, da terra, do homem, da natureza, até que ponto nós fazemos parte delas, ou elas fazem parte de nós?</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114141506186455268?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1141249500296776862006-03-01T21:36:00.000Z2006-03-09T00:34:44.020Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Pedras%20do%20vento%20%20%20%20de%20gaspar%20pedro.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Pedras%20do%20vento%20%20%20%20de%20gaspar%20pedro.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Gaspar Pedro</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Sou pedra estou ao vento, a minha forma é uma inconstante e as minhas cores com o tempo alteram-se, sou o princípio rocha dura e sou o fim em pó fino</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114124950029677686?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1141073939617852012006-02-27T20:53:00.000Z2006-03-01T18:22:06.803Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/desenhar%20com%20luz%20%20%20%20%20%20amandio%20c.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/desenhar%20com%20luz%20%20%20%20%20%20amandio%20c.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Amandio C.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Passar para o papel aquilo que se vê, com a sua luz ....é algo demorado, fascinante e belo</span></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114107393961785201?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1140903865880305442006-02-25T21:40:00.000Z2006-02-27T15:12:50.713Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/asas%20no%20alentejo%20%20jos??"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/asas%20no%20alentejo%20%20jos%3F%3F%20gama.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: José Gama</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Todos nos preocupamos com os "descendentes", mesmo no longíquo alentejo as "asas" se preocupam<br /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114090386588030544?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1140738693377411012006-02-23T23:47:00.000Z2006-02-23T23:51:33.990Z<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/andre_lorson.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/andre_lorson.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: nsmb.com</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Coragem e ser destemido, algo essencial para nos atrevermos nesta descida</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114073869337741101?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1140565681733797352006-02-21T23:45:00.000Z2006-02-21T23:48:01.883Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/44272_wallpaper280.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/44272_wallpaper280.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Desconhecido</span></strong></em><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>Uma bicicleta, vontade de pedalar, uma encosta, cansaço,...liberdade</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><strong><br /></strong><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114056568173379735?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1140268246380281702006-02-18T13:08:00.000Z2006-02-18T13:10:46.403Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/gruta%20%20nuno%20silva%20e%20pinto.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/gruta%20%20nuno%20silva%20e%20pinto.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Nuno Silva e Pinto<br /></span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>O desconhecido espera-nos...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114026824638028170?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1140126282695032892006-02-16T21:40:00.000Z2006-02-16T21:44:42.716Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/discover.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/discover.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Desconhecido</span></strong></em><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>Até onde vamos?</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>O que descobrimos?</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><em>Apenas temos de caminhar para a luz....</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-114012628269503289?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1139872085254946262006-02-13T23:01:00.000Z2006-02-13T23:08:05.310Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Imagem9.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Imagem9.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Desconhecido</span></strong></em><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Ao quebrar, algo se salta e saí, algo se perde e se transforma noutra "entidade"</span></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> </p><br /><br /></span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-113987208525494626?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1139771861513680102006-02-12T19:12:00.000Z2006-02-12T19:17:41.533Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/richard%20hertzler.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/richard%20hertzler.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">F</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">oto de: Richard Hertzler</span></span></em></strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Era uma vez, um dois três, ...malmequeres</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-113977186151368010?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1139431813933359882006-02-08T20:41:00.000Z2006-02-08T20:50:13.936Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Imagem69.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Imagem69.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> </span><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Desconhecido<br /></span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-113943181393335988?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1139431267448743152006-02-08T20:39:00.000Z2006-02-08T20:41:07.450Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/Great%20sand%20dunes%20de%20Benjamin%20Hess.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/Great%20sand%20dunes%20de%20Benjamin%20Hess.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">Foto de: Benjamin Hess<br /></span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-113943126744874315?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18095573.post-1139431112315834482006-02-08T20:36:00.000Z2006-02-08T20:38:32.316Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/1600/hugo%20f??lix.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3240/1728/320/hugo%20f%3F%3Flix.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> Foto de: Hugo Félix<br /></span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18095573-113943111231583448?l=emocoesvisuais.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>K'oshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07541291290346400008noreply@blogger.com0