tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876503704140270672024-03-14T07:04:32.641-07:00engenho e arteSó com engenho e arte seremos capazes de continuar a sobreviver...nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00488836979046891915noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387650370414027067.post-92198300651719121162009-05-16T06:38:00.000-07:002009-05-16T06:47:26.266-07:00Arte Floral<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkczbl2dOqYzZdl5K2y0likEgGXQIPMGkF31SiIw1N-Sv7-_GSfv724-lEYfZp0jw_OmvdyTiBCmlgajp4PnTBMYCgLHvDoAuQZXfPpXpydua4OEWBzB89gKPwHD-L9zLbRY6abZBGck/s1600-h/30-10-08_1349.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336417993445561154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkczbl2dOqYzZdl5K2y0likEgGXQIPMGkF31SiIw1N-Sv7-_GSfv724-lEYfZp0jw_OmvdyTiBCmlgajp4PnTBMYCgLHvDoAuQZXfPpXpydua4OEWBzB89gKPwHD-L9zLbRY6abZBGck/s200/30-10-08_1349.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00488836979046891915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387650370414027067.post-72967950450842964462009-04-25T13:34:00.000-07:002009-04-25T14:14:32.261-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY0rc2nQEOBdQN4p5jxvXizjzIQU5xdjQJpP48_0Q21kirg_bR9yZIz3xNn61Vu7dfG6l4TiPS2bGkK3YWcjGbTDwVHoaEQuudxUeMibq5NR0oTmDJrnrprfAUpULA41DTMOb60Z_S74Y/s1600-h/arte+-+sol+despontando+dentro+ovo+surreal[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328738993105701458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY0rc2nQEOBdQN4p5jxvXizjzIQU5xdjQJpP48_0Q21kirg_bR9yZIz3xNn61Vu7dfG6l4TiPS2bGkK3YWcjGbTDwVHoaEQuudxUeMibq5NR0oTmDJrnrprfAUpULA41DTMOb60Z_S74Y/s200/arte+-+sol+despontando+dentro+ovo+surreal%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>O caus da existencia, </p><p>o nascer de um ovo sem galinha,</p><p>a gema que será o sol, </p><p>o centro, tal como o umbigo,</p><p>as questões que se colocam,</p><p>o porque da existência,</p><p>este ser que somos, sem saber </p><p>aquilo que outros querem de nós.</p><p>Mesmo que parecendo fugir...</p><p>temos que existir.</p><p> </p>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00488836979046891915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387650370414027067.post-74990455105914789432009-04-14T15:19:00.001-07:002009-04-14T15:23:30.631-07:00Mais primavera...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14fdy0mkew9TSoWetMtAQ-6Xb4sG1DLI3bIO_-6dOXawwnsoKWVxOXUCNKAj_FESNg9Bkn5Z8LJtNDQYcOAV3Y8XyvYI_gUeDp3UaonECRER3ExvVTNSeMHqpgrvv0Ue_C_OM7vQEO5A/s1600-h/SDC10937.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324676215401913746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14fdy0mkew9TSoWetMtAQ-6Xb4sG1DLI3bIO_-6dOXawwnsoKWVxOXUCNKAj_FESNg9Bkn5Z8LJtNDQYcOAV3Y8XyvYI_gUeDp3UaonECRER3ExvVTNSeMHqpgrvv0Ue_C_OM7vQEO5A/s200/SDC10937.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkd7_j4k32s7mA5qa97FZ2XRZ6_g5rUOb35dpG1x22byH4B854Mo9hTNUMBOGyzg-Wim_M12KTK39Kis7suXRiw6vER6fC1zCtXNrBAFTet-gIRaBjXMYEowJQlGMr3wi3iJGK_81dUVs/s1600-h/SDC10928.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324675827525918946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkd7_j4k32s7mA5qa97FZ2XRZ6_g5rUOb35dpG1x22byH4B854Mo9hTNUMBOGyzg-Wim_M12KTK39Kis7suXRiw6vER6fC1zCtXNrBAFTet-gIRaBjXMYEowJQlGMr3wi3iJGK_81dUVs/s200/SDC10928.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00488836979046891915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387650370414027067.post-19206124190540959282009-04-02T11:14:00.000-07:002009-04-02T11:19:41.227-07:00a primavera<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj45CBjE5aujGJj4ibTUKfOhW_Dd3aAOUv1CSo-_iGu8P2L0BTAae6nKPL0EPM5OJ_jsOrRnX4ojlkep_hbu8ItXVOL0Rq22N9DarhBLpd8_7Qcjt-n33TtG_-D2Z86MCN_mgKt_8W7Uuw/s1600-h/flor1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320159587541192802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj45CBjE5aujGJj4ibTUKfOhW_Dd3aAOUv1CSo-_iGu8P2L0BTAae6nKPL0EPM5OJ_jsOrRnX4ojlkep_hbu8ItXVOL0Rq22N9DarhBLpd8_7Qcjt-n33TtG_-D2Z86MCN_mgKt_8W7Uuw/s200/flor1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>A beleza da primavera faz-nos repensar na beleza das coisas.</p><p>Tal como as estações do ano, também a nossa vida da voltas e voltas e acaba por voltar ao ponto de partida, o dificil é saber onde tudo começa.</p>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00488836979046891915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387650370414027067.post-85481635226152199202009-04-01T14:52:00.001-07:002009-04-06T10:07:41.801-07:00primavera floral<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqR7VW1xKcAXoVh1r_4aMCrS9QDMHAkD_OUt1sEfV7CgL0eTy1sHe60RAju-Bn4JrYXU8l0t7QKS_H7oAiTANEFgKEKC4WyFW585NQ5ZR8ysveXlxsI3Z8nK6GnzRj8q5CUfq5rHSmjA/s1600-h/SDC10953.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321626021516408898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqR7VW1xKcAXoVh1r_4aMCrS9QDMHAkD_OUt1sEfV7CgL0eTy1sHe60RAju-Bn4JrYXU8l0t7QKS_H7oAiTANEFgKEKC4WyFW585NQ5ZR8ysveXlxsI3Z8nK6GnzRj8q5CUfq5rHSmjA/s200/SDC10953.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5NUhLeL6i7ppSXHlFVcqr-M68OQHTRr8bbP4HBkrh8beX38aCNaO6xFaOjCRd8yf4080w42ooI4Xx9NLECq1j04Ku0hsQJrLkNw78iqvljdgVuQwjvi_2yOjniO-QtxsqYJ_j-GHNqI/s1600-h/verdura.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321625690922563314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5NUhLeL6i7ppSXHlFVcqr-M68OQHTRr8bbP4HBkrh8beX38aCNaO6xFaOjCRd8yf4080w42ooI4Xx9NLECq1j04Ku0hsQJrLkNw78iqvljdgVuQwjvi_2yOjniO-QtxsqYJ_j-GHNqI/s200/verdura.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />a primavera este ano está muito bonita<br /><div></div></div><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p>nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00488836979046891915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387650370414027067.post-59268741084351866232009-03-30T12:37:00.000-07:002009-03-30T12:38:53.706-07:00Era uma vez um homem, que sabia contar...E como sabia CONTAR (jogar com os números) e sabia CONTAR (jogar com as palavras), era um homem que sabia ler, pois aprendera tudo aquilo que ao sábios do Passado e com o que via e ouvia em seu redor…e, assim, era um homem que sabia construir, criar, a partir de cálculos, de planos adaptados àquele homem histórico (o tempo em que vivia, ele e os seus contemporâneos) ao seu ambiente (a natureza que o rodeava) e enquadrados nos seus envolventes (as variáveis socioeconómicas em que viviam) …e assim, como sabia contar e construir, usando a ciência, o sonho e a fantasia, ele era um homem que sabia encantar e as suas obras ainda hoje encantam a humanidade… O engenho humano, apoiado solidamente no estudo e na ciência, deve consagrar-se à resolução dos grandes problemas da vida, sem contudo perder de vista o contributo do sonho e da fantasia, sem os quais se tornaria meramente técnica e pragmática, de aplicação imediata e mercantilista e por isso estéril, morta…”<br /> (Adaptação de “O homem que sabia contar” de Malba Tahan (Júlio César de Mello e Souza) Editorial Presença, Lisboa 2001).nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00488836979046891915noreply@blogger.com2