tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38572854572244649602011-10-03T14:07:39.035+01:00Dragonflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871107674638002895noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857285457224464960.post-4084618764730991432010-10-13T23:32:00.022+01:002010-10-14T00:52:30.283+01:00<p align="left">Apenas por hoje, permito-me fugir ao tema deste blog.</p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Nature Smurf,</span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">this time your love...</span></strong></p><p align="right">has gone to far"</p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Les Schtroumpfs, Peyo</em></span></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527682038177231474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/TLZFhtzccnI/AAAAAAAAANw/BNtoxuYF4wU/s320/pic+du+marcelly.jpg" /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/TLZCxPcbYpI/AAAAAAAAANo/TdDGZV7mBNE/s1600/Eglise+19eme+siecle.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527679006370652818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/TLZCxPcbYpI/AAAAAAAAANo/TdDGZV7mBNE/s320/Eglise+19eme+siecle.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/TLZCwgCdrhI/AAAAAAAAANg/WqTjNe7Z4N4/s1600/Place+du+March%C3%A9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527678993645284882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/TLZCwgCdrhI/AAAAAAAAANg/WqTjNe7Z4N4/s320/Place+du+March%C3%A9.jpg" /></a></p><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/TLZCwQwakGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zBGfsKIP8es/s1600/Taninges+enneig%C3%A9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527678989543051362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/TLZCwQwakGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zBGfsKIP8es/s320/Taninges+enneig%C3%A9.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Pour Christelle, mon amie de toujours, ce coup de coeur est pour toi.<br />Tu me manques. Tes lettres me manquent... Notre amitié.</div><br /><div>Celà fait 20 ans et quelques mois que la Vie a voulu que je quitte mon petit coin de paradis.</div><br /><div>À ma chère ville de Taninges, à toi Kiki, à ta famille et à nos souvenirs: je vous garde tous dans mon coeur.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857285457224464960-408461876473099143?l=kusudarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dragonflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871107674638002895noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857285457224464960.post-44531385629365123942010-04-11T22:39:00.032+01:002010-04-21T02:02:23.245+01:00<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It´s. Oh. So quiet!</span> </strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ssshhhhh... Ssshhhhh...</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">So still... And so peaceful until...</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong></strong></div><div align="right"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"April puts a Spirit of Youth in Everything".</span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Shakespeare</em> </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/S846KeZqTaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Hj6MEd_qFfY/s1600/19042010(001)-001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462367349680786850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/S846KeZqTaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Hj6MEd_qFfY/s320/19042010(001)-001.jpg" /></a><img class="gl_align_center" border="0" alt="Alinhar ao centro" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>Hana Matsuri</strong><em><strong>,</strong> Festival das Flores,</em> é comemorado no <span style="font-size:130%;">Japão</span> no dia 8 de Abril, em homenagem ao nascimento do Buda Sakyamuni, Siddharta Gautama: é também a celebração da <span style="font-size:130%;">Primavera</span> no Japão e das suas magníficas<em> <span style="font-size:130%;">Sakuras</span>.</em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459773535750009474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/S8UDGoh1MoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AJ7E3BaYRe4/s200/12343608_400x400%5B1%5D.jpg" /></span></em></div><div align="center">In snowbound</div><div align="center">Voiceless</div><div align="center">Moutain depths</div><div align="center">To herald Spring</div><div align="center">Pine trees sound in tune</div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Princess Shikishi</span></em></div><div align="right"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Agradeço a cada um de vós por terem feito do dia 8 de Abril um dia especial (sabem ao que me refiro ;-) ). Hoje celebro-vos nesta postagem, grata pela vossa amizade e carinho.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Deixo aqui também o meu agradecimento a uma pessoa muito querida. Coloriu estes meus dias de Abril com um magnífico postal do Japão e ainda, como se isso não bastasse, trouxe-me um presente precioso do país do Sol nascente. Levou-me até ao Japão e trouxe o Japão até mim. A ti, Hiroyuki Takeda, o meu profundo Obrigado. Gasshô.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857285457224464960-4453138562936512394?l=kusudarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dragonflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871107674638002895noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857285457224464960.post-47680485903755157972009-12-22T00:04:00.006Z2009-12-22T00:23:11.214Z<div align="left">"Há um dia em que olhamos para o Céu e vemos a Terra...</div><div align="left">Há um dia em que encontramos o Som da Radiância...</div><div align="left">Há um dia em que a Flor nos convida a aproximarmo-nos de sua Orla de Pureza...</div><div align="left">Há um dia em que te encontras com aqueles que te correspondem na Luz da Liberdade...</div><div align="left">Há um dia em que os Mitos revelam a verdadeira História Interna...</div><div align="left">Há um dia em que Amar torna-se um Processo Infinito...</div><div align="left">Há um dia em que Lys conduz toda a Substância ao Mergulho Redentor...</div><div align="left">Há um dia em que ser-se Sol é a Realidade Suprema..."</div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Bárbara Elias, 2003</span></em></div><br /><p align="center"><em><strong>Hoje é o Dia em que sorris por entre as Estrelas... e És</strong></p><div align="center"></em><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/Sy7NAxBgWvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XVR_Lb33sC8/s1600-h/20122009(008).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417492814816631538" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/Sy7NAxBgWvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XVR_Lb33sC8/s200/20122009(008).jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/Sy7I7f-cthI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fbNEf3UR_c0/s1600-h/20122009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417488326294550034" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/Sy7I7f-cthI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fbNEf3UR_c0/s200/20122009.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><p align="center">When you wish upon a star</p><p align="center">Makes no difference who you are</p><p align="center">Anything your heart desires</p><p align="center">Will come to you</p><p align="center">If your heart is in your dream</p><p align="center">No request is too extreme</p><p align="center">When you wish upon a star</p><p align="center">As dreamers do</p><p align="center">Fate is kind</p><p align="center">She brings to those to love</p><p align="center">The sweet fulfillment of</p><p align="center">Their secret longing</p><p align="center">Like a bolt out of the blue</p><p align="center">Fate steps in and sees you through</p><p align="center">When you wish upon a star</p><p align="center">Your dreams come true</p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">When you wish upon a star, from Walt Disney Pinnochio movie (1940)</span></em></p><p align="center"><strong>All colours together make Life happier</strong><br /><strong>Happy Birthday!!! My best wishes for you...</strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857285457224464960-4768048590375515797?l=kusudarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dragonflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871107674638002895noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857285457224464960.post-71076735077031626512009-12-20T23:47:00.013Z2009-12-21T23:53:39.183Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/Sy687zheBkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6SS-_kg9Ff0/s1600-h/10122009(007).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417475137402177090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/Sy687zheBkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6SS-_kg9Ff0/s200/10122009(007).jpg" border="0" /></a>Within my mind <div><div>I live on a small blue planet. </div><div>Everyone seems far away,</div><div>No one seems close.</div><div>Everywhere is blackness,</div><div>Yet abundant life consumes each moment.</div><div>I wish and hope</div><div></div><div>Everyone could see this blue fragile life</div><div>Floating in the blackness</div><div></div><div>Next time they miss the bus,</div><div>Next time they forget to look and smile.</div><div></div><div>We are floating on a blue dot</div><div>We should all be frightfully concerned.</div><div>No matter what you think, what I think,</div><div>We will always be on this blue dot,</div><div>Unless we are the masters of darkness</div><div>Or the emperors of blackness.</div><div></div><br /><div>Look at each other</div><div>Be kind</div><div>Stop</div><div>Look up</div><div>See blue.</div><div>That color came from somewhere.</div><div>It could be another color if we don't play our cards right.</div><div>Our worst enemies we should hold,</div><div>Because even they love blue.</div><div><span style="font-size:0;"></span></div><div><a href="http://www.mipham.com/"></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;">The Sakyong, Jamgön Mipham Rinpoche, <span style="color:#000000;">Paris</span> June 2002, on the occasion of a solar eclipse.</span></em></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857285457224464960-7107673507703162651?l=kusudarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dragonflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871107674638002895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857285457224464960.post-26693022085584781362009-11-06T20:59:00.025Z2009-11-06T22:36:32.188Z<div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Imagine uma lagarta... </div><div align="left">Pode ser uma lagarta sentada em cima de um cogumelo a fumar um narguilé. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><strong>A história de Nishiki Muladhara</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SvSSBRoy6yI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K6wTc4E59f0/s1600-h/06112009(023).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401102403736103714" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SvSSBRoy6yI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K6wTc4E59f0/s200/06112009(023).jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SvSSBgm5tmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2xsVesWQk38/s1600-h/06112009(033).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401102407754692194" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SvSSBgm5tmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2xsVesWQk38/s200/06112009(033).jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="justify">"Imagine uma lagarta. Passa grande parte da sua vida no chão, a olhar os pássaros, indignada com o seu destino e com a sua forma. "Sou a mais desprezível das criaturas" pensa. "Feia, repugnante, condenada a rastejar pela terra." Um dia, porém, a Natureza pede-lhe que faça um casulo. A lagarta assusta-se - nunca fizera um casulo.</p><p align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SvSSBnUWvLI/AAAAAAAAAII/A-Cbpe88zvI/s1600-h/06112009(017).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401102409555950770" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SvSSBnUWvLI/AAAAAAAAAII/A-Cbpe88zvI/s200/06112009(017).jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SvSSB-UM4VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/swVe8KIIN_g/s1600-h/06112009(019).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401102415729320274" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SvSSB-UM4VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/swVe8KIIN_g/s200/06112009(019).jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="justify">Pensa que está a construir o seu túmulo e prepara-se para morrer. Emora indignada com a vida que levou até então, protesta novamente contra Deus. "Quando finalmente me habituei, o Senhor tira-me o pouco que tenho."</p><p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SvSSCIQhWqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zP4inmyLO8U/s1600-h/06112009(020).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401102418398239394" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SvSSCIQhWqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zP4inmyLO8U/s200/06112009(020).jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify">Desesperada, fecha-se no casulo e aguarda o fim.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Alguns dias depois, vê-se transformada numa linda borboleta. Pode passear pelos céus e ser admirada pelos homens. Surpreende-se com o sentido da vida e com os desígnios de Deus."</div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Paulo Coelho, Maktub</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857285457224464960-2669302208558478136?l=kusudarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dragonflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871107674638002895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857285457224464960.post-50942954339855199462009-10-12T19:10:00.012+01:002009-10-12T19:40:18.224+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/StNzp_e8krI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GJyQLf_pMuA/s1600-h/12102009%28026%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/StNzp_e8krI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GJyQLf_pMuA/s200/12102009%28026%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391780344145679026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/StNzqBsddeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/z5hDV4UZn0U/s1600-h/12102009%28029%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/StNzqBsddeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/z5hDV4UZn0U/s200/12102009%28029%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391780344739231202" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Flor, um pensamento transformado em vibração<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">"Quem tentar possuir uma flor, verá sua beleza murchando.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> Mas quem apenas olhar uma flor num campo, permanecerá para sempre com ela.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Você nunca será minha e por isso terei você para sempre."</span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Paulo Coelho.</span></span> </div></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(126, 92, 71);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857285457224464960-5094295433985519946?l=kusudarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dragonflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871107674638002895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857285457224464960.post-27474861225663565342009-10-08T01:40:00.013+01:002009-11-06T22:12:57.638Z<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/StBbPD2ajpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Fz3Jo_yXdzE/s1600-h/10012009(013).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390909068252188306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/StBbPD2ajpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Fz3Jo_yXdzE/s320/10012009%28013%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br />Círculos <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">vs</span> Ciclos<br /></span></span></div>"O <span style="font-size:100%;">olho</span> é o primeiro círculo; o horizonte que ele forma é o segundo; e pela natureza fora esta figura primária é repetida sem fim."<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Ralph Waldo Emerson, Circles</span></span><br /></div><p style="MARGIN: 10pt 0cm 6pt"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857285457224464960-2747486122566356534?l=kusudarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dragonflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871107674638002895noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857285457224464960.post-10845005832457177402009-09-16T23:37:00.011+01:002009-09-17T20:58:25.831+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SrFtEf-RrmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZbCUKcet2bY/s1600-h/18122008%28006%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SrFtEf-RrmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZbCUKcet2bY/s200/18122008%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382202953754062434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SrFtFWDsZyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gLC2Rykw5oU/s1600-h/IMG_1461.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SrFtFWDsZyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gLC2Rykw5oU/s200/IMG_1461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382202968272299810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SrFtEtBiQDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1bJ2--huuFA/s1600-h/18122008%28023%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SrFtEtBiQDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1bJ2--huuFA/s200/18122008%28023%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382202957257392178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SrFtD6PEY4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/a5Xw4D8bRlA/s1600-h/18082009%28013%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SrFtD6PEY4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/a5Xw4D8bRlA/s200/18082009%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382202943623947138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SrFtFHRi7BI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FzMJ2bCU6I8/s1600-h/IMG_1443.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SrFtFHRi7BI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FzMJ2bCU6I8/s200/IMG_1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382202964303866898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Espelho meu, espelho...<br />Haverá alguém mais bonito do que eu?<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Sempre houvera no planeta do pequeno príncipe, flores muito simples, ornadas de uma só fileira de pétalas, e que não ocupavam lugar nem incomodavam ninguém. Apareciam certa manhã na relva e já à tarde se extinguiam. Mas aquela brotara de um grão trazido não se sabe de onde, e o pequeno príncipe vigiara de perto o pequeno broto,tão diferente dos outros."<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince</span></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857285457224464960-1084500583245717740?l=kusudarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dragonflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871107674638002895noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857285457224464960.post-25399542793336028162009-08-22T23:46:00.015+01:002009-08-23T18:42:50.175+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SpB5QaB-xrI/AAAAAAAAADo/gkiKtg2RTY0/s1600-h/IMG_1476.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SpB5QaB-xrI/AAAAAAAAADo/gkiKtg2RTY0/s200/IMG_1476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372927678225499826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SpB5QrEjmII/AAAAAAAAADw/PmPRNpVRQ5s/s1600-h/IMG_1492.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SpB5QrEjmII/AAAAAAAAADw/PmPRNpVRQ5s/s200/IMG_1492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372927682799704194" border="0" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >Dark Mocaccino ou Caramel Frappuccino?</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"E à medida que as flores de lótus se abriam à Luz mais Alta, uma outra flor aguardava pacientemente que estas despertassem, lançando sobre as águas escuras do pântano uma doce fragrância que as pacificou.(...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">E as flores de lótus aproximaram-se da margem, perguntando em uníssono: "Qual é o teu nome?". E a flor da margem respondeu: "O meu nome é LYS".</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;" >Pedro Elias, Reflexões Espirituais para uma Nova Terra<br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Em homenagem a um Poeta da Rua: Obrigada por caminhares ao meu lado rumo à Luz*</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857285457224464960-2539954279333602816?l=kusudarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dragonflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871107674638002895noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857285457224464960.post-66182304442082067742009-08-21T22:03:00.030+01:002009-11-06T21:23:34.221Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/So8SbV4UXaI/AAAAAAAAACY/GOjxrzrbnR4/s1600-h/10012009(020).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372533141415419298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/So8SbV4UXaI/AAAAAAAAACY/GOjxrzrbnR4/s200/10012009%28020%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;">"Após a vitória da <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">tartaruga</span>, todos foram festejar com ela, <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">e</span> ninguém falou com a <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">lebre</span>."<br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Jean de La Fontaine, Fábula da Tartaruga e da Lebre<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;">Para a Nádia e a Ana.</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" ></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857285457224464960-6618230444208206774?l=kusudarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dragonflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871107674638002895noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857285457224464960.post-81873280643794438402009-07-24T11:50:00.010+01:002009-08-29T21:49:31.343+01:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SmmSIAiuQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/35ttF3pVoa8/s1600-h/16112008%28006%29.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361977497643533266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_802spiS3ojQ/SmmSIAiuQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/35ttF3pVoa8/s320/16112008%28006%29.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Para haver o Luar, basta uma estrela..." </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Álvaro Moreyra</span><br /></span><br /></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;">Bastou a persistência de apenas uma estrela para que este momento fosse possível.<br />E a tua persistência venceu a minha relutância e a minha teimosia.<br />Este espaço é o teu, porque o criaste.<br />Este espaço é o de todos, porque o vivemos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857285457224464960-8187328064379443840?l=kusudarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dragonflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871107674638002895noreply@blogger.com3