tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920180999955605152011-04-21T12:11:38.667-07:00silencenoreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892018099995560515.post-31359064080527783692007-06-03T03:36:00.000-07:002007-06-03T03:39:28.669-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RmKZ8YlVt2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Rvn-HJIP46g/s1600-h/353645_56.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071785393042863970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RmKZ8YlVt2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Rvn-HJIP46g/s400/353645_56.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RmKZyolVt1I/AAAAAAAAABE/KrBmno5mCwg/s1600-h/353645_56.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">A ESTRADA, como uma senhora,<br />Só dá passagem legalmente.<br />Escrevo ao sabor quente da hora<br />Baldadamente.<br /><br />Não saber bem o que se diz<br />É um pouco sol e um pouco alma.<br />Ah, quem me dera ser feliz<br />Teria isto, mais a calma.<br /><br />Bom campo, estrada com cadastro,<br />Legislação entre erva nata.<br />Vou atar a lama com um nastro<br />Só para ver quem ma desata.<br /><br /><em>Fernando Pessoa </em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/892018099995560515-3135906408052778369?l=silencedovoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silencenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892018099995560515.post-11633817380686807492007-06-03T03:31:00.000-07:002007-06-03T03:34:04.872-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RmKYlYlVt0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RBFDSb7oKJ4/s1600-h/1438.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071783898394244930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RmKYlYlVt0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RBFDSb7oKJ4/s320/1438.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#33ccff;">A CRIANÇA que ri na rua,<br />A música que vem no acaso,<br />A tela absurda, a estátua nua,<br />A bondade que não tem prazo -<br /><br />Tudo isso excede este rigor<br />Que o raciocínio dá a tudo,<br />E tem qualquer cousa de amor,<br />Ainda que o amor seja mudo<br /><br /><em>Fernando Pessoa</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/892018099995560515-1163381738068680749?l=silencedovoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silencenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892018099995560515.post-76982736144234913172007-06-03T03:22:00.000-07:002007-06-03T03:28:39.402-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RmKWqIlVtzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QyaojGZoenk/s1600-h/1_274799.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071781780975367986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RmKWqIlVtzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QyaojGZoenk/s320/1_274799.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;">Se eu pudesse não ter o ser que tenho<br />Seria feliz aqui...<br />Que grande sonho<br />Ser quem não sabe quem é e sorri!<br />Mas eu sou estranho<br />Se em sonho me vi<br />Tal qual no tamanho<br />O que nunca vi... </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;">Fernando Pessoa</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/892018099995560515-7698273614423491317?l=silencedovoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silencenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892018099995560515.post-2705930891110205782007-06-01T16:09:00.000-07:002007-06-01T16:25:43.107-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>DIA MUNDIAL DA CRIANÇA</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RmCosIlVtyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lX5fwTVgYD0/s1600-h/Copyrighted_Ima.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071238656590984994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RmCosIlVtyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lX5fwTVgYD0/s320/Copyrighted_Ima.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;">A flor com que a menina sonha<br />está no sonho?<br />ou na fronha?<br /><br />Sonho<br />risonho:<br /><br />O vento sozinho<br />no seu carrinho.<br /><br />De que tamanho<br />seria o rebanho?<br /><br />A vizinha<br />apanha<br />a sombrinha de teia de aranha...<br /><br />Na lua há um ninho<br />de passarinho.<br /><br />A lua com que a menina sonha<br />é o linho do sonho<br />ou a lua da fronha?<br /><br /></span><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;">Cecília Meirelles<br /></span></em><br /><br /><object height="300" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NcSgW1tBYrg"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NcSgW1tBYrg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">Aquarela - Toquinho</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/892018099995560515-270593089111020578?l=silencedovoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silencenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892018099995560515.post-76410391918555339892007-06-01T16:06:00.000-07:002007-06-01T16:09:29.249-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RmCmxIlVtxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q788cfSHyYI/s1600-h/Christen%2520Leitza_Solitude.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071236543467075346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RmCmxIlVtxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q788cfSHyYI/s400/Christen%2520Leitza_Solitude.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#9999ff;">Na grande confusão<br />deste medo<br />deste não querer saber<br />na falta de coragem<br />ou na coragem de<br />me perder me afundar<br />perto de ti tão longe<br />tão nu<br />tão evidente<br />tão pobre como tu<br />oh diz-me quem sou eu<br />quem és tu?<br /><br /><em>António Ramos Rosa</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/892018099995560515-7641039191855533989?l=silencedovoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silencenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892018099995560515.post-27610453479973467182007-04-28T09:02:00.000-07:002007-06-01T15:54:16.436-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RjNwtLnb0vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ig1N5MUQMb4/s1600-h/18122006(001)--.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058510727981814514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RjNwtLnb0vI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ig1N5MUQMb4/s400/18122006(001)--.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">Boa sorte Gonçalo!!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/892018099995560515-2761045347997346718?l=silencedovoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silencenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892018099995560515.post-20874795576832953922007-04-28T03:40:00.000-07:002007-04-30T13:36:12.019-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RjMlNrnb0tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8zuJEaEhvOs/s1600-h/25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058427723443851986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RjMlNrnb0tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8zuJEaEhvOs/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Porque<br /><br />Porque os outros se mascaram mas tu não<br />Porque os outros usam a virtude<br />Para comprar o que não tem perdão<br /><br /><br />Porque os outros têm medo mas tu não<br />Porque os outros são os túmulos caiados<br />Onde germina calada a podridão.<br />Porque os outros se calam mas tu não.<br /><br /><br />Porque os outros se compram e se vendem<br />E os seus gestos dão sempre dividendo.<br />Porque os outros são hábeis mas tu não.<br /><br /><br />Porque os outros vão à sombra dos abrigos<br />E tu vais de mãos dadas com os perigos.<br />Porque os outros calculam mas tu não.<br /><br /><br /><em>Sophia de Mello Breynner Andresen</em></span><br /></span><br /><br /><object height="300" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQVz6vuNq7s"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQVz6vuNq7s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">The most beautiful rendition of Ave Maria I've ever heard</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">PS: para um suave voo...</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">da tua amiga que gosta </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">muito de ti!! ;)</span><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RjNY77nb0uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8F7Ia-a79SM/s1600-h/AFX3T9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058484593105818338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Rv0IqaatRGY/RjNY77nb0uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8F7Ia-a79SM/s200/AFX3T9.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/892018099995560515-2087479557683295392?l=silencedovoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silencenoreply@blogger.com0