tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052298286142405352024-03-13T08:20:55.983+00:00Sorrisos lindosGostava que este espaço fosse um porto de partida para a partilha de emoções e sentimentos que vou recebendo todos os dias.
Obrigado ZSorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-78063398574186580202010-11-21T01:13:00.003+00:002010-11-21T01:25:01.749+00:00Eu vou subir...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilI4RXaRPy702T1YhS7xij438qMurltMZi-JKdL6L7Bkn_MShT3W6g0kFf-A2Z5uPzESBhmkQTQX2wd5INT9unGMkCPM6DAqW3HRoQB2VgctKtzD4pCehkJDxkRGwF1oYn7QnTI9eQxLwD/s1600/montanha+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilI4RXaRPy702T1YhS7xij438qMurltMZi-JKdL6L7Bkn_MShT3W6g0kFf-A2Z5uPzESBhmkQTQX2wd5INT9unGMkCPM6DAqW3HRoQB2VgctKtzD4pCehkJDxkRGwF1oYn7QnTI9eQxLwD/s200/montanha+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541807872410747026" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Arranja uma montanha no teu pensamento para subires,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> quando o ruído da tua vida te começar a asfixiar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lá em cima,</div><div style="text-align: center;">no silêncio de ti,</div><div style="text-align: center;">olha o horizonte longínquo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sabendo que nada possuis.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Escuta a voz do regato e sente a terra debaixo dos teus pés.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Depois volta saboreando a Liberdade irrevogável,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que é TUA.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-20727788162848463862010-03-16T01:41:00.003+00:002010-03-16T01:52:03.149+00:00Pausa...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUBsWppDZbhs8DxvQUWjK-pQMEWIz2V8p_0xah_NgOreV8PH6_KSfSt63vOCk7weg6gjSMPtt8CR9ZXht48lkbNfKseURzXctVK67WPYwjllIQ2wyYGcfDy-NTA-lClrVhYlYhyv-5YSh7/s1600-h/janela_unhao.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUBsWppDZbhs8DxvQUWjK-pQMEWIz2V8p_0xah_NgOreV8PH6_KSfSt63vOCk7weg6gjSMPtt8CR9ZXht48lkbNfKseURzXctVK67WPYwjllIQ2wyYGcfDy-NTA-lClrVhYlYhyv-5YSh7/s200/janela_unhao.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449043552631339730" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Vale a pena de quando em vez ir á janela.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Deixar por uns segundos o que estou a fazer e escolher no coração a vista que me apetece.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pode ser um sorriso amigo que guardei em mim,</div><div style="text-align: center;">um momento de encontro com Deus,</div><div style="text-align: center;">um abraço antigo da minha mãe...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quantas janelas viradas para belas paisagens!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-21118728760040182582010-03-13T17:07:00.002+00:002010-03-13T17:18:07.726+00:00Aviso...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74xAyjcl0AjZYrxoHIZJAmoXHXQT9KtbPiq9swnPy2_lxXd24AI7EF4cGZWUvkPesTDB3faNFnYZ0TCZ24lxJnXF_jT9_Zy9GUuoxfC8FEosHe4uMSCfBQ0GLxJ8-Zpldc-UhsMgOMRwA/s1600-h/Wallpaper+1080+(27).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74xAyjcl0AjZYrxoHIZJAmoXHXQT9KtbPiq9swnPy2_lxXd24AI7EF4cGZWUvkPesTDB3faNFnYZ0TCZ24lxJnXF_jT9_Zy9GUuoxfC8FEosHe4uMSCfBQ0GLxJ8-Zpldc-UhsMgOMRwA/s200/Wallpaper+1080+(27).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448168873715347058" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A Natureza este fim-de-semana espera por ti,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ou na montanha,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ou no mar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">O Criador preparou-a especialmente para contrariar o cansaço,</div><div style="text-align: center;">as preocupações,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> o desanimo e,</div><div style="text-align: center;">no meio da brisa,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sussurra-lhe o quanto gosta de ti.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não o deixes a falar sozinho.</div><div style="text-align: center;">O que gastares ser-te-á devolvido em dobro.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-49554463350028271992010-03-09T17:12:00.002+00:002010-03-09T17:23:12.496+00:00Shopping...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Sihlq4AgTyt2nFW2aI5ivlnv7YMCFs853S5upMcc4TAJZye8gyfk8foSOBQn8gYe7w_SlzAmWqj2sQCzykTMp-SDEIq_6ik6z1DmriDa28KNwGjJnJw94W2veGuv0ix3iUaSBZ4RAH0q/s1600-h/smile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Sihlq4AgTyt2nFW2aI5ivlnv7YMCFs853S5upMcc4TAJZye8gyfk8foSOBQn8gYe7w_SlzAmWqj2sQCzykTMp-SDEIq_6ik6z1DmriDa28KNwGjJnJw94W2veGuv0ix3iUaSBZ4RAH0q/s200/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446685911301308242" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ainda estás indeciso com o que deves vestir?</div><div style="text-align: center;">O sorriso fica-te sempre bem e dá com tudo!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-60490188256057521692010-03-09T17:01:00.004+00:002010-03-09T17:12:33.673+00:00És farol...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGAa_Ra0HwfAKPARaG3Kq3gMR61crJc32zm7_BlOjwgWvA_34Cwq-2eoCpIcpn72ejFD4ZoJ8TAhOGKdrb5O9zukEFtPH7Fh_6qRRerymYwCUUezav89icpK1apSGwhMz8m2ZM9kzRfsg/s1600-h/farol.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGAa_Ra0HwfAKPARaG3Kq3gMR61crJc32zm7_BlOjwgWvA_34Cwq-2eoCpIcpn72ejFD4ZoJ8TAhOGKdrb5O9zukEFtPH7Fh_6qRRerymYwCUUezav89icpK1apSGwhMz8m2ZM9kzRfsg/s200/farol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446682896286513362" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Há quem tenha uma vida cheia de contingências que lhes apagam o sorriso.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mas alguns continuam livres,</div><div style="text-align: center;">com a alma alegre,</div><div style="text-align: center;">porque são um farol quando desce a noite.</div><div style="text-align: center;">SORRISO DE COMPAIXÃO"...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Missão Porto 2010 - Março</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-16492583920323174722010-02-12T23:19:00.003+00:002010-02-12T23:30:33.850+00:00Vai...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4C9WnlgEcBr5o0JTkDeGSwE_r3nO6Oh3r3X60T0l-5PAKtm59tUaqWqm1fRDljozCKgODD-YDSt8iS0YUQTWJEzcyAutmOaaOMPLwQbTfsIIH5Ps60n3H5HnfmSTS8EhyphenhyphenSgtns3JM9-qF/s1600-h/worthc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4C9WnlgEcBr5o0JTkDeGSwE_r3nO6Oh3r3X60T0l-5PAKtm59tUaqWqm1fRDljozCKgODD-YDSt8iS0YUQTWJEzcyAutmOaaOMPLwQbTfsIIH5Ps60n3H5HnfmSTS8EhyphenhyphenSgtns3JM9-qF/s200/worthc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437503451026718242" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Já foste?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ainda não?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Então vai.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aonde?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não...</div><div style="text-align: center;">A quem.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não sabes?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Certamente alguém que precisa hoje da tua atenção e também tu queres abraçar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">mas por razões importantes e compreensiveis,</div><div style="text-align: center;">mas não fundamentais vais adiando "sine die".</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pois é.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vai já.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-91306008464129146142010-01-10T15:35:00.003+00:002010-01-10T15:52:42.972+00:00Olhar profundo...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PXpjD2E9XNYfSg6jBLtEM85OCoGehUPP53TB5GMFFq2G0w6WGRbpzow0ezEMAhSMVY1s49kbkAfM8SVYbFZocsfYUKFtz0Vxo1mcklW5tSHMN4kUhSFf-02b6wutkM5dJG46cRMxJlze/s1600-h/20050721-SusanaFerreiramargarida.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PXpjD2E9XNYfSg6jBLtEM85OCoGehUPP53TB5GMFFq2G0w6WGRbpzow0ezEMAhSMVY1s49kbkAfM8SVYbFZocsfYUKFtz0Vxo1mcklW5tSHMN4kUhSFf-02b6wutkM5dJG46cRMxJlze/s200/20050721-SusanaFerreiramargarida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425139655739657378" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O encanto do céu e do mar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">das serras e das estrelas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">está dentro de ti,</div><div style="text-align: center;">porque o teu olhar leva o que te vai no coração.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A Natureza ecoa-te na profundidade.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Amigo Z </div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-73674386290838585792010-01-08T22:29:00.003+00:002010-01-08T22:40:01.164+00:00Todo o tempo do mundo...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKR4lbGgX-knCgUSEXDqLRm7ll6jNww61vdcblhpElVLHVTjmMoy_HRuwFbchSgL92EHKYMvqOqkUTXNxEzMchHAC2_TVyz6_2FZJS8Ts2wuYkSgPngMiRaQ678w_QaNGbi8DJfg-_WT2Z/s1600-h/As+m%C3%A3os+de+Deus....jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKR4lbGgX-knCgUSEXDqLRm7ll6jNww61vdcblhpElVLHVTjmMoy_HRuwFbchSgL92EHKYMvqOqkUTXNxEzMchHAC2_TVyz6_2FZJS8Ts2wuYkSgPngMiRaQ678w_QaNGbi8DJfg-_WT2Z/s200/As+m%C3%A3os+de+Deus....jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424502424806880226" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O céu e a luz chegam à minha janela e seduzem-me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nestes 15 minutos em que tenho todo o tempo do mundo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">deixo-me acariciar pelo sol e penso como é bom presenciar este dia.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Imagino que algures tu fazes o mesmo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Solta-se um sorriso de gratidão,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sei bem,</div><div style="text-align: center;">não nasce sozinho.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-7992284548389565292010-01-01T17:54:00.003+00:002010-01-01T18:18:56.342+00:00Eis 2010...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlVGU5rj5kvg6CQrX1IFpdhtKvCG8n-DoFpqcsfv36kw6cThu3cABwFvEojo3WVCxUFdv6Ir8E3L4hYbL7s8j8HMqn_b9ebixnfGRfevBk0bC2JSWAKX7Whkiv3hyphenhyphen5pTd3VoruojYtiFQ/s1600-h/feliz+ano+novo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlVGU5rj5kvg6CQrX1IFpdhtKvCG8n-DoFpqcsfv36kw6cThu3cABwFvEojo3WVCxUFdv6Ir8E3L4hYbL7s8j8HMqn_b9ebixnfGRfevBk0bC2JSWAKX7Whkiv3hyphenhyphen5pTd3VoruojYtiFQ/s200/feliz+ano+novo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421837564439626722" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">2010:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Venham sobre ti torrentes de chuva copiosa que te absorvam com tudo o que tens na maior inundação de sempre.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chuva de Amor;</div><div style="text-align: center;">inundação de Felicidade...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-63986686563990542422009-12-25T03:07:00.003+00:002009-12-25T03:31:06.527+00:00Nasceu...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4oKAkK5177ELVjSL7e2sK-r6z5itGU0iNdjp1lTLT0Yb4UCnOpyPkOK2V0XeBm-D9eww_ZcN2rWtvrSv8haBcIrg8BBbxyKm8aJIsD3u0Vq9JHNcH48s0A6hJkTUaq18wPICGFn8M9vob/s1600-h/2811940.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4oKAkK5177ELVjSL7e2sK-r6z5itGU0iNdjp1lTLT0Yb4UCnOpyPkOK2V0XeBm-D9eww_ZcN2rWtvrSv8haBcIrg8BBbxyKm8aJIsD3u0Vq9JHNcH48s0A6hJkTUaq18wPICGFn8M9vob/s200/2811940.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419011168084652194" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Podemos olhar pela janela e pensar que está mau tempo e nuvens pesadas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">É mentira,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">porque está a nascer um Sol que nunca se apaga e te vai aquecer para sempre.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-88513227225098682952009-12-24T18:13:00.003+00:002009-12-24T18:30:12.259+00:00Natal...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8mESMEoBHbG1ndt01syNIEgwiyoCkwfvFG4yTpGfRkD6uqLOPpgLFXCYz3ThcmICX6ntQJogoTPFlwKryG4xgx9ZNgoDsVyq0lchYtE2d5wgR6rb7ibUsqdopc5GIyiW5tuGFn9VDL8V/s1600-h/4009841763.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8mESMEoBHbG1ndt01syNIEgwiyoCkwfvFG4yTpGfRkD6uqLOPpgLFXCYz3ThcmICX6ntQJogoTPFlwKryG4xgx9ZNgoDsVyq0lchYtE2d5wgR6rb7ibUsqdopc5GIyiW5tuGFn9VDL8V/s200/4009841763.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418871586041158514" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">NATAL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A todos aqueles que por aqui passam,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">desejo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">NATAL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Que o Menino nasça dentro de cada um de nós e se faça NATAL...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorrisos Lindos para Todos...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">João Paulo</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-43091093827943465142009-12-22T00:21:00.002+00:002009-12-22T00:56:34.168+00:00Gotas de Amor...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYryxBIQuH9TbHl37fQkLXAJFgPsePIMwIx57e3wD91yIbFMpeu-2q6WOBOhEUbWoBDZ_yhJdK1DLxnq1uJ9-WFh2FjskrGH-3Nr_zhOVHIUX0GWqgW84wMZJZWv-i9Zi_AcgJDOklYMOE/s1600-h/rostoarvore.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYryxBIQuH9TbHl37fQkLXAJFgPsePIMwIx57e3wD91yIbFMpeu-2q6WOBOhEUbWoBDZ_yhJdK1DLxnq1uJ9-WFh2FjskrGH-3Nr_zhOVHIUX0GWqgW84wMZJZWv-i9Zi_AcgJDOklYMOE/s200/rostoarvore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417858050849269554" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Deixa as gotas da chuva banhar-te o rosto.</div><div style="text-align: center;">És um instante tocado pela mão fresca da Natureza.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Recebes a irmandade dos seres.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Somos nós todos goteados no Amor.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-55089497471895806092009-12-02T22:55:00.003+00:002009-12-05T09:31:46.906+00:00Bom dia...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJe4cmGe1YE_UqcfA3NoQVMic8jKaM6IBi-MMxMEUPnJ0uSG2ko-4O8Yfy1pLvyGPcPYGQRn6lcuW3cSzgz_CuQyPTY7Z1BQHLR00uUXpPOsfhKiMeXa_bWTKmLWu1RW1iJW-v7StEwr0N/s1600-h/p_Khan_Tengr_482009_76699.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410779234586339602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJe4cmGe1YE_UqcfA3NoQVMic8jKaM6IBi-MMxMEUPnJ0uSG2ko-4O8Yfy1pLvyGPcPYGQRn6lcuW3cSzgz_CuQyPTY7Z1BQHLR00uUXpPOsfhKiMeXa_bWTKmLWu1RW1iJW-v7StEwr0N/s200/p_Khan_Tengr_482009_76699.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">A manhã eleva-se como seda leve e entre os cumes das montanhas dissipa-se a neblina.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Dentro de mim quando amanhece cresce o coração e desaparece a névoa das encostas do amor.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Não é todos dias que me nascem manhas,</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">mas quando as há não fico a dormir,</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">perdendo-as.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Vou à rua beijar o ar desse dia Sagrado.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-19585145270043648532009-12-02T22:41:00.004+00:002009-12-03T23:39:56.309+00:00Clic...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBilAWFEn9cJ__BQOY2yJMv6sJ-hZD3CbjjgfHwHzW3NbzTGhvVeLoHxFsCi1Sx6-wXny8_2YRHLP5IhWPvenB2572z2NrR2fW8aJOZKhe3UWRDuBLzoyzLApRKze56l-CO6fTgU3AQudT/s1600-h/arvore+homem.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBilAWFEn9cJ__BQOY2yJMv6sJ-hZD3CbjjgfHwHzW3NbzTGhvVeLoHxFsCi1Sx6-wXny8_2YRHLP5IhWPvenB2572z2NrR2fW8aJOZKhe3UWRDuBLzoyzLApRKze56l-CO6fTgU3AQudT/s200/arvore+homem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410775945560943410" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A luz do intimo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que aclara o ser e é fonte de paz,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tem um interruptor que se chama amor desprendido.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Antes de sair liga-o:</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Clic".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-2654630683682831032009-12-02T22:34:00.002+00:002009-12-02T22:40:16.768+00:00A chave da Amizade...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJmWVH792gVV2Jj0btT_Q1QwS0JrayGYwf5xeN67wsTsfE-LASHDdd6segRq84PfYmYLcss5futEcbjzO3xwE3b25E2HtVEJKAok-lYJLxZVTW8eb19_QR8nYn1bmJyevF4U8kgbhycxA/s1600-h/a_chave.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJmWVH792gVV2Jj0btT_Q1QwS0JrayGYwf5xeN67wsTsfE-LASHDdd6segRq84PfYmYLcss5futEcbjzO3xwE3b25E2HtVEJKAok-lYJLxZVTW8eb19_QR8nYn1bmJyevF4U8kgbhycxA/s200/a_chave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410772355739374946" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A chave da minha casa,</div><div style="text-align: center;">para além de meio de acesso a esse bem,</div><div style="text-align: center;">é o seu significado.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se entrego a chave de casa a alguém,</div><div style="text-align: center;">é a casa que entrego.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ontem ligou-me um amigo pedindo-me para lhe lembrar uma anedota que contei há tempos. Fiquei surpreendido,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sobretudo porque aprendi que as coisas insignificantes (a anedota) são a chave das significantes (a amizade,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sentimentos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">saudades,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sorrisos lindos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">quando a contei).</div><div style="text-align: center;">Há chaves insubstituiveis,</div><div style="text-align: center;">não as percas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-43949197942494663212009-11-27T01:04:00.012+00:002009-11-27T01:17:40.309+00:00Amor...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvBuWAaDGZkjaOaHBopZ0T-Xcp0GbIdtEAbqnIbv22QiGafc5fMM2ZRVd5gcAfMWBJZpUl_O4CqA5ZfhpkJTo9ZbETy0QZ8T02ad72OO0Mh3WThPJwFawq0_3swDXn_c_G0KOJhpYi3S6u/s1600/SNN2902TVSIN-280_877713a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvBuWAaDGZkjaOaHBopZ0T-Xcp0GbIdtEAbqnIbv22QiGafc5fMM2ZRVd5gcAfMWBJZpUl_O4CqA5ZfhpkJTo9ZbETy0QZ8T02ad72OO0Mh3WThPJwFawq0_3swDXn_c_G0KOJhpYi3S6u/s200/SNN2902TVSIN-280_877713a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408584220095989490" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Se no final de verem isto tiverem os olhos molhados...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quer dizer que está tudo bem!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Eu emocionei-me...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">e não foi pouco...</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></span></span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7-nfrbbOq8" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(20, 125, 186); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?</span></span></a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7-nfrbbOq8" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(20, 125, 186); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><wbr>v=j7-nfrbbOq8</span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sorrisos lindos</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">João Paulo</span></span></div></span>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-58335363648142136462009-11-26T00:37:00.003+00:002009-11-26T00:39:43.555+00:00O céu tem mais uma estrela...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmO0MsF7hl8nLengzpAXsOdOMm1go4CuXjdiJYBH9oEZScPFls4ZbY30SEausG7NK8OHaS5jd784n_-T5r2gEcvW1sAgfNnPMNLnC8Rv7qM9GSiaqPvbFG-Vw2iyrkRMxzzCaqllY2VqCE/s1600/principezinho1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmO0MsF7hl8nLengzpAXsOdOMm1go4CuXjdiJYBH9oEZScPFls4ZbY30SEausG7NK8OHaS5jd784n_-T5r2gEcvW1sAgfNnPMNLnC8Rv7qM9GSiaqPvbFG-Vw2iyrkRMxzzCaqllY2VqCE/s200/principezinho1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408205464009187010" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Nestes dias cinzentos e chuvosos,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">torna-se mais difícil pensar na morte.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">É que a vida sem sol e o dia sem céu fazem mais cinzenta a tristeza com que o mundo encara a morte.<br />Pergunto-me,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">muitas vezes,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">como é possível viver,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">olhando a morte como o fim?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Que sentido teria a vida,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">se tudo acabasse na morte?<br />É que,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">se a morte fosse o fim,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a vida seria,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">toda ela,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">uma condenação,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">um longo e insuportável caminhar para o abismo do nada.<br />Se assim fosse,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">restava-me fazer como tantos fazem,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">distraindo-se de si próprios,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">acelerando a vida numa vertigem que não os deixa pensar no passado ou no futuro,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">mas tão só no louco instante do momento.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(anónimo)</span></span></div></span></div></div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-54743922635549540632009-11-18T23:00:00.003+00:002009-11-18T23:11:40.477+00:00Voar...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjIz2bLtfkMkOEcK9-FYP5tCwgS9L4-fZWae68RJU_-eHHcd2HZXmGBnrbkszwtHsD-8y2Kr2e043PVi8d5VS3GEwGU38TNdL6t0uv1H9mmyYTQrAnLY2VjGghKTSHL8ghpPilFp077Mm3/s1600/ensina-me+a+voar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjIz2bLtfkMkOEcK9-FYP5tCwgS9L4-fZWae68RJU_-eHHcd2HZXmGBnrbkszwtHsD-8y2Kr2e043PVi8d5VS3GEwGU38TNdL6t0uv1H9mmyYTQrAnLY2VjGghKTSHL8ghpPilFp077Mm3/s200/ensina-me+a+voar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405585250233459202" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O coração sonha a vida como um voo sem fim.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mas a realidade tem vários momentos de rastejar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">E surge a pergunta:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Afinal o que é a vida?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não me detenho a pensar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">procuro a todo o tempo bater as asas que me deram,</div><div style="text-align: center;">da fé e da esperança,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e subir a amar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">E descubro que a vida é tão só o querer (voar).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-57221436294449456632009-11-11T22:45:00.003+00:002009-11-11T22:54:34.535+00:00Pára, escuta e olha...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0U1T1IEGbN2-ilemelVkTVMLRTrCtrhy5jgUEllJiGwzWf59INf-fgYQJoib-0GTxBuRJiPmLsnREVuxl12y5M2iPJ_GY8mUDHzSEvglCuIkuWfzNYxqMVWlD5mUS28ew7GlUu1FT1N_Q/s1600-h/castelos_areia3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0U1T1IEGbN2-ilemelVkTVMLRTrCtrhy5jgUEllJiGwzWf59INf-fgYQJoib-0GTxBuRJiPmLsnREVuxl12y5M2iPJ_GY8mUDHzSEvglCuIkuWfzNYxqMVWlD5mUS28ew7GlUu1FT1N_Q/s200/castelos_areia3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402983257987259682" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Na vida de cada um surge por vezes uma tentação terrível:</div><div style="text-align: center;">um movimento mental a convencer-nos de que a nossa vida é um fracasso.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Injustamente mata as circunstâncias (incertezas e imprevisibilidade) de cada presente vivido,</div><div style="text-align: center;">deformando o nosso passado.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cuidado,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ninguém é bom juízo em causa própria!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-70604030791957168842009-10-27T23:45:00.003+00:002009-10-27T23:54:51.336+00:00Orvalho matinal...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYyV7Oig71e_juFkThyphenhyphenWsaF3VnnB42RFMUlOyH8bRuEdhcptwNjmCiZanKbynpRBEpylNBlg3tnHN_w_gYHE8C3_Xw32rnM1t5xlbXGl1v_L0ItMr2j_Row3SyOvxqdUXH51TqjudaKAH/s1600-h/%23%23orvalho.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYyV7Oig71e_juFkThyphenhyphenWsaF3VnnB42RFMUlOyH8bRuEdhcptwNjmCiZanKbynpRBEpylNBlg3tnHN_w_gYHE8C3_Xw32rnM1t5xlbXGl1v_L0ItMr2j_Row3SyOvxqdUXH51TqjudaKAH/s200/%23%23orvalho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397432515159530386" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O orvalho matinal revela a teia de aranha tão artificialmente traçada,</div><div style="text-align: center;">anulando o ardil preparado...</div><div style="text-align: center;">As gotas cristalinas do Espírito Divino derramadas em cada manhã</div><div style="text-align: center;">sinalizam as armadilhas onde nos podemos prender,</div><div style="text-align: center;">para não voltar á liberdade.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorrio agradecido pelo alvorecer húmido da alma.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bom dia!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-29855758114883670222009-10-26T23:57:00.003+00:002009-10-27T00:01:05.704+00:00Despertar do coração...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBKpOjGBzhH4TgSaQGoJVERVDTt9YJY2yaHGYqOvbq-m2pTGl3UCDdHu1MjWtnKOO-7xZ_L353pYoVC5Hlf9DW9xC0fEFKsTVLmB6Zg66JDqUqJLtm1yakDipUEVqnIbhz_eYOQumDS-bq/s1600-h/Lua-.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBKpOjGBzhH4TgSaQGoJVERVDTt9YJY2yaHGYqOvbq-m2pTGl3UCDdHu1MjWtnKOO-7xZ_L353pYoVC5Hlf9DW9xC0fEFKsTVLmB6Zg66JDqUqJLtm1yakDipUEVqnIbhz_eYOQumDS-bq/s200/Lua-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397063035471197730" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ao adormecer com luar admirei a sua luminosidade,</div><div style="text-align: center;">reflectindo uma grande fonte de luz!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pensei que a oração é isso mesmo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">um reflexo de Luz Divina a clarear a noite do mundo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nela acordamos com corações de luar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-81054603026026804012009-10-25T22:54:00.003+00:002009-10-25T23:14:38.580+00:00Novas cores...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbTZNB-zpO_mlR7LvdNd5DMqy2Zdwt3AgYxHISr4RryW3lfN35ju2LN86vhx2Kt_ykvFMfpJFm3VORLO8Qa-O1Kl-0uWviK7xJgVWirj6gobnpYXSmWUrU0-2Uv19tx2tN67yWfg9SEUy/s1600-h/560.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbTZNB-zpO_mlR7LvdNd5DMqy2Zdwt3AgYxHISr4RryW3lfN35ju2LN86vhx2Kt_ykvFMfpJFm3VORLO8Qa-O1Kl-0uWviK7xJgVWirj6gobnpYXSmWUrU0-2Uv19tx2tN67yWfg9SEUy/s200/560.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396679868353004034" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O mar vestiu-se de um azul que até hoje não existia,</div><div style="text-align: center;">demonstrando que na beleza como nas olimpíadas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">é sempre possível ir mais além.</div><div style="text-align: center;">E como será no mar da alma?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que cores posso perseguir,</div><div style="text-align: center;">para te surpreender quando me olhares até ao fundo do meu horizonte?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-54149999955396350052009-10-23T12:38:00.003+01:002009-10-23T12:53:32.011+01:00Razão natural...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNho145mFktydnJ13tpSPn79Y0BHIqYhtxTICzQq8wxfNuqkMobbyrrSxAB3VUn9ajnBTtkTuAzQsYEpYyHMkEKy8bu2AvsTeDDy0svqXl19-lEk1qVjvWEcYsdRkCZjOMAM3nkI3zPWm/s1600-h/only+time.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNho145mFktydnJ13tpSPn79Y0BHIqYhtxTICzQq8wxfNuqkMobbyrrSxAB3VUn9ajnBTtkTuAzQsYEpYyHMkEKy8bu2AvsTeDDy0svqXl19-lEk1qVjvWEcYsdRkCZjOMAM3nkI3zPWm/s200/only+time.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395762267485809074" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Procuramos sempre uma explicação,</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">mesmo que não a compreendamos.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tudo terá uma razão de acontecer...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Qual a razão de seres quem és?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Esta vale a pena procurares!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div><div><br /></div></div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-22158028373535709232009-10-18T23:51:00.004+01:002009-10-23T16:46:04.180+01:00O abraço, o amigo e o mar...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hjCdhNOJQSyCsuqGVsD3fIJX3N1sevzglcBvZezfFlxSQy17K6LbwlA-9dUkU_N1WbfZRgwBhzNfbERoTR43m4bEMM6JYfANprbRy8HGxM6EABbrXSR_mzwLTN7GCUNOyJgQSEFvVo_-/s1600-h/espero-te-no-vai-e-vem-das-.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hjCdhNOJQSyCsuqGVsD3fIJX3N1sevzglcBvZezfFlxSQy17K6LbwlA-9dUkU_N1WbfZRgwBhzNfbERoTR43m4bEMM6JYfANprbRy8HGxM6EABbrXSR_mzwLTN7GCUNOyJgQSEFvVo_-/s200/espero-te-no-vai-e-vem-das-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395821875745960498" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">O mar é amigo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Simplesmente está ali e por ele passam o sol e a lua todos os dias,</div><div style="text-align: center;">mudam as cores do céu e a todas acolhe, </div><div style="text-align: center;">porque não tem,</div><div style="text-align: center;">uma sua.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não interessam os meses,</div><div style="text-align: center;">anos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">décadas passados longe da costa,</div><div style="text-align: center;">quando voltamos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ele lá está,</div><div style="text-align: center;">com as cores desse dia,</div><div style="text-align: center;">em ondas de abraço.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">O AMIGO É MAR.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105229828614240535.post-52655508410861114022009-07-23T00:15:00.002+01:002009-07-23T00:44:21.462+01:00Ligação...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-V29RioqLlDSodJhO8WZ9FLpLIKHPsL8W9Kzx9GkpT88kK_FUc6xBJvpj0LRNa8l76hZ2qNxhVk6usRUlfluLBhTsFeGqSYFIW73WZS_zBmSQX63HaD_Jmrc8hSR959mq342k0_dyMAZm/s1600-h/ondas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-V29RioqLlDSodJhO8WZ9FLpLIKHPsL8W9Kzx9GkpT88kK_FUc6xBJvpj0LRNa8l76hZ2qNxhVk6usRUlfluLBhTsFeGqSYFIW73WZS_zBmSQX63HaD_Jmrc8hSR959mq342k0_dyMAZm/s200/ondas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361434088744063058" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Quem sabe do encanto do mar?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não esta lá mas em ti,</div><div style="text-align: center;">porque nele espelhas o teu coração.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ás vezes é alegre e cintilante,</div><div style="text-align: center;">outras triste e melancólico.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não ele,</div><div style="text-align: center;">mas tu.</div><div style="text-align: center;">O mar tem a dimensão para tudo guardar dos corações que o olham,</div><div style="text-align: center;">por isso é imenso e acalma todo o ser.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Há também momentos em que é ao contrário,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a alma espelha o mar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tudo guarda e cala,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e do fundo dessa imensidão desprende um estar sereno,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que irmana os seres:</div><div style="text-align: center;">liga-nos a um Mar maior.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amigo Z</div>Sorrisoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09660574757678112202noreply@blogger.com0