tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28153552381750809022024-03-19T07:18:34.932+00:00Art and KitsUm blogue sobre pintura e fotografia.Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.comBlogger768125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-17400743735652185612024-01-29T17:30:00.006+00:002024-02-02T20:08:17.103+00:00Awakenings...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos do litoral. / Sea coast photos.</span></h4><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">A linha do horizonte desperta-nos o sonho... enquanto subtilmente nos faz interiorizar, que as nossas melhores metas, dificilmente chegarão até nós em linha recta...</span></b></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #444444;"><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/LXAhG77i-mA?si=kpkTDdx7YzC58-fa" target="_blank"><u>Marco Rodrigues e Aurea</u> - Recomeço</a>.</span></b></div></b></span></span><span><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></b></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">"Ainda que pedras nos apareçam atravessadas no caminho, aproveitemo-las para nelas firmarmos os pés, fazendo delas o alicerce de um caminho mais forte, rumo à Luz do horizonte." (Fá Menor, de seus blogues... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://silenciosameu.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">No Meu Silêncio</a></u>... <u><a href="https://ensaio12.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Retalhos e Rabiscos</a></u>... <u><a href="https://escritariscada.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">EscreVivendo</a></u>... <u><a href="https://alinhaeagulha.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">A Linha e a Agulha</a></u>).</span></span></b></i></div></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Pausa por tempo indefinido, por motivos de saúde de uma pessoa de família.</span><span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCq6yYhcyR9mLb0V6mKbKGMD0QnOHVLHWvfiCAnFlSlfWg8znjVUebInfKhp0dHNZe24BfwcRaIwYGK_8G4ZAcchsTxwhNbcZn4dWMOeyqj5-KPnC9_x6kHyRmYrmLj37J0UDIBkXiDD2NxxvZ7Et_HUGsFuROIof35Q9LtY04DN_F-aLpzgR9tiLO2I/s2496/artandkits-foto832.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2496" data-original-width="1832" height="814" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCq6yYhcyR9mLb0V6mKbKGMD0QnOHVLHWvfiCAnFlSlfWg8znjVUebInfKhp0dHNZe24BfwcRaIwYGK_8G4ZAcchsTxwhNbcZn4dWMOeyqj5-KPnC9_x6kHyRmYrmLj37J0UDIBkXiDD2NxxvZ7Et_HUGsFuROIof35Q9LtY04DN_F-aLpzgR9tiLO2I/w598-h814/artandkits-foto832.jpg" width="598" /></a></div><blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">"Even if stones appear to cross our path, let us take advantage of them to place our feet on, making them the foundation of a stronger path, towards the Light of the horizon." (Fá Menor, from her blogs... </span></b></i><i><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://silenciosameu.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">No Meu Silêncio</a></u>... <u><a href="https://ensaio12.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Retalhos e Rabiscos</a></u>... <u><a href="https://escritariscada.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">EscreVivendo</a></u>... <u><a href="https://alinhaeagulha.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">A Linha e a Agulha</a></u>).</span></span></b></i></p></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The horizon line awakens our dreams... while subtly makes us aware that our best goals will hardly reach us in a straight line...<br /></b><b>Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion, for today... </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/LXAhG77i-mA?si=kpkTDdx7YzC58-fa" target="_blank"><u>Marco Rodrigues e Aurea</u> - Recomeço</a>.</span></b><b><br /></b><b>Photos by Ana Freire.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b>Indefinite break for health reasons of a family member.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWu3BGzbjzTdT4mdZnqN3z4Qz1gyEz2aT9WP2vJYmK3-XFPvjUCuElk5Pzda6D6yXjSckTL3SvURo-rw1AQKqgGzBGRcwyY38_dT508HfSF5w31xNeRAt8W-BJTTRHvK7vkG17KQVfqT4nLrJKUakDoI8ChS26ry0QyoL_6qj59eslhpyI5g0ao3SJpI/s2518/artandkits-foto833.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2518" data-original-width="1944" height="802" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWu3BGzbjzTdT4mdZnqN3z4Qz1gyEz2aT9WP2vJYmK3-XFPvjUCuElk5Pzda6D6yXjSckTL3SvURo-rw1AQKqgGzBGRcwyY38_dT508HfSF5w31xNeRAt8W-BJTTRHvK7vkG17KQVfqT4nLrJKUakDoI8ChS26ry0QyoL_6qj59eslhpyI5g0ao3SJpI/w607-h802/artandkits-foto833.jpg" width="607" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-47120696804231206032024-01-15T09:00:00.001+00:002024-01-15T09:00:00.251+00:00Towards better days...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de flores. / Flower photos.<br />Fotos de animais. / Animal photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Prossigamos... num novo ano, que se prevê, seja desafiante e expectante, não só para o contexto europeu, mas também para o panorama interno do nosso país.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Continuemos... com esperanças renovadas, de que o desfilar de ódios, injustiças e desrespeito pelos mais básicos direitos humanos, nos conflitos pelo mundo, derive para vias de diálogo, tolerância e pacifismo.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Avancemos... movidos pela certeza, de que os caminhos de 2023, que não mostraram soluções... devem ser direcionados, para alternativas de bem menor desgaste e intranquilidade.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Votos de um sereno 2024, para todos, com saúde!</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha primeira sugestão musical, deste novo ano... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/A2p9vAwuhNw?si=TWLntOwUNm1kKM3f" target="_blank"><u>Zero-Project</u> - Dreaming Of Better Days</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Fotos de Ana Freire e Jorge Gonçalves.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;">"De tudo, ficaram três coisas...</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;">A certeza de que estamos começando...</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;">A certeza de que é preciso continuar...</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;">A certeza de que podemos ser interrompidos antes de terminar...</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;">Façamos da interrupção um caminho novo...</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;">Da queda, um passo de dança...</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;">Do medo, uma escada...</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;">Do sonho, uma ponte...</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;">Da procura, um encontro!"</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;">(Fernando Sabino, 1923 - 2004).</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63woPxbZFM0wK-uvUWIW6qc3YYBg333OfExcclXoeK5pN3FFjh-a9RjKLYNhsSbI-32CtLXmPeJAMxBnmTIjSHYaIbmlC2i895ARte7lhANoV12BYa7nrlQeP7g0OSp25YP2cRGysl1-_-HJZAMRcI4sbrqxZz-t8ODidLe7Ju_XbHm5zdPlpAsvg2sw/s2555/artandkits-foto830.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2555" data-original-width="1914" height="783" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63woPxbZFM0wK-uvUWIW6qc3YYBg333OfExcclXoeK5pN3FFjh-a9RjKLYNhsSbI-32CtLXmPeJAMxBnmTIjSHYaIbmlC2i895ARte7lhANoV12BYa7nrlQeP7g0OSp25YP2cRGysl1-_-HJZAMRcI4sbrqxZz-t8ODidLe7Ju_XbHm5zdPlpAsvg2sw/w586-h783/artandkits-foto830.jpg" width="586" /></a></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Of everything</span></i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><i>, three things remained...</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>The certainty that we are beginnig...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>The certainty that it is necessary to keep on going..</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>The certainty that we may be interrupted before finishing...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>Let's make from interruption a new path...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>From the fall, a dance step...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>From fear, a ladder...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>From the dream, a bridge...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>From the search, an encounter!"</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;">(Fernando Sabino, 1923 - 2004; my own translation).</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Let's move on... in a new year, which is expected to be quite </b></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>challenging and expectant</b></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>, especially for the European context, </b></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>but also </b></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>for the internal panorama of our country.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Let us continue... with renewed hope that the parade of hatred, injustice and disrespect for the most basic human rights, in conflicts around the world, will lead to paths of dialogue, tolerance and pacifism.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial; text-align: left;">Let us move forward... driven by the certainty that the paths of 2023, which did not show solutions... must be directed towards less exhausting and not so uneasy alternatives.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Best wishes for a serene 2024, for everyone, in good health!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Here it stays the link, with my first musical suggestion for this year... </span></span><b style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/A2p9vAwuhNw?si=TWLntOwUNm1kKM3f" target="_blank"><u>Zero-Project</u> - Dreaming Of Better Days</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Photos by Ana Freire and Jorge Gonçalves.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWpVztinUfYfknl1ZXtiHTo_0BYmT3p36Cqpgo_xzqR9lvWH73Skhd5_uK-9451mi3P0o2xGuusR0f6ZsoWtAOHq4x33185xGQSsSAir7LZrp0tLOVpcbc4EvJDCk9zd3BK5mvADusmYkqP4NUU-Ps-0Fw_0_cMnteznCTxcjuS3dph5lniXYGEIALoTE/s1600/artandkits-foto831.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="904" height="812" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWpVztinUfYfknl1ZXtiHTo_0BYmT3p36Cqpgo_xzqR9lvWH73Skhd5_uK-9451mi3P0o2xGuusR0f6ZsoWtAOHq4x33185xGQSsSAir7LZrp0tLOVpcbc4EvJDCk9zd3BK5mvADusmYkqP4NUU-Ps-0Fw_0_cMnteznCTxcjuS3dph5lniXYGEIALoTE/w461-h812/artandkits-foto831.jpg" width="461" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-32883494728406649102023-12-28T12:30:00.004+00:002024-01-02T22:44:43.719+00:00Happy New Year 2024!...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos da cidade. / City photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Que o mundo, para 2024, se permita... a multiplicar o entendimento, somar a cooperação, subtrair os conflitos e dividir a paz... e sobretudo, se permita a reservar-se um futuro bem menos incerto, na equação de mais um ano... e em que se leve muito mais a sério a crise climática, desencadeada pela inconsciente acção humana pelo mundo.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Feliz Ano Novo para todos, essencialmente com Saúde, Esperança e <span style="font-size: large;">Paz!</span></b></span></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">A minha sugestão musical, para concluir 2023, aqui fica... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/NBOpf-bArKs?si=U8sVMSFJxscz5zF9" target="_blank"><u>The Afters</u> - I Will Fear No More</a>.</span></span></b></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></b></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">"Meia noite. Fim</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">de um ano, início</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">de outro. Olho o céu:</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">nenhum indício.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">Olho o céu:</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">o abismo vence o</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">olhar. O mesmo</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">espantoso silêncio</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">da Via-Láctea feito</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">um ectoplasma</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">sobre a minha cabeça:</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">nada ali indica</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">que um ano novo começa.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">E não começa</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">nem no céu nem no chão</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">do planeta:</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">começa no coração.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">Começa como a esperança</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">de vida melhor</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">que entre os astros</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">não se escuta</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">nem se vê</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">nem pode haver:</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">que isso é coisa de homem</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">esse bicho estelar</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">que sonha</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">(e luta)."</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">(Ferreira Gullar, 1930 - 2016).</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Voltaremos em meados de Janeiro, talvez um pouco mais tarde, enquanto recupero de uma gripe... talvez D, já que as viroses globais, não se cansam de evoluir rapidamente, e nada melhor do que ficarmos naturalmente vacinados com a última tendência... :-)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Feliz 2024, para todos!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0VeG9R3D-2dVxH5HrGdzrqSIUyHn8OHnTJDor2Weok145gIbBYAbAMe0UdRDsX2gAFnYCFKMkzidFt6FpYvm0QTI9kP3fqHzzxRt-WBKDppvPftqi2qxyhSaHgdvCptncOudSrKv4tkBDV44o__KQXsY9NGZTNby1yxC9ybg0WE_PCX1IU-V0smyquc/s2511/artandkits-foto828.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2511" data-original-width="1883" height="862" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0VeG9R3D-2dVxH5HrGdzrqSIUyHn8OHnTJDor2Weok145gIbBYAbAMe0UdRDsX2gAFnYCFKMkzidFt6FpYvm0QTI9kP3fqHzzxRt-WBKDppvPftqi2qxyhSaHgdvCptncOudSrKv4tkBDV44o__KQXsY9NGZTNby1yxC9ybg0WE_PCX1IU-V0smyquc/w626-h862/artandkits-foto828.jpg" width="626" /></a></div><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Midnight. End</div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">of one year, start</div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">of another. I look at the sky:</div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">no clue.</div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><div>I look at the sky:</div><div>the abyss overcomes the</div><div>gaze. The same</div><div>astonishing silence</div><div>of the Milky Way made</div><div>an ectoplasm</div><div>over my head:</div><div>nothing there indicates</div><div>that a new year begins.</div><div>And it doesn't start</div><div>neither in the sky nor on the ground</div><div>of the planet:</div><div>it starts in the heart.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>It starts like hope</div><div>of a better life</div><div>that among the stars</div><div>can't be heard</div><div>can't even be seen</div><div>nor can there be:</div><div>that this is a man thing</div><div>that stellar creature</div><div>that dreams</div><div>(and fights).”</div><div><b style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal;"><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">(Ferreira Gullar, 1930 - 2016; my own translation).</span></i></b></div><div><b style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal;"><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></div></div></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">May the world, in 2024, allow itself to... multiply understanding, increase cooperation, reduce conflicts and share peace... and above all, allow itself to reserve a much less uncertain future, in the equation of another year... and in which the climate crisis, triggered by the unconscious human action throughout the world, can be taken much more seriously.</span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A Happy New Year to everyone, essentially with Health, Hope and <span style="font-size: large;">Peace!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">My musical suggestion, to conclude 2023, here it stays... </span></b><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/NBOpf-bArKs?si=U8sVMSFJxscz5zF9" target="_blank"><u>The Afters</u> - I Will Fear No More</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Photos by Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div>We will be back in mid-January, maybe a little longer, while I recover from the flu... perhaps the D strain, as global viruses never tire of evolving quickly, and there's nothing better than getting naturally vaccinated with the latest trend... :-)</div><div>Happy 2024, to you all!</div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDLXExJn5ffaYER7Pqk9Yp_hiPUvyOOnvs2NYgV0xcL8l659W5wJj5Kkuac6SvfMDtRBC83grcC1r-WSSloLxqBy2B-upPAOixhnL21Z_K0moZCLTFbAR_LErx_1KQ78fX7NChWUfpZRXqvV1XyN0WeR6d3Al6mtEe36_LgMz9WIUBKd8R7QEfFgLD14/s2562/artandkits-foto829.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1922" data-original-width="2562" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDLXExJn5ffaYER7Pqk9Yp_hiPUvyOOnvs2NYgV0xcL8l659W5wJj5Kkuac6SvfMDtRBC83grcC1r-WSSloLxqBy2B-upPAOixhnL21Z_K0moZCLTFbAR_LErx_1KQ78fX7NChWUfpZRXqvV1XyN0WeR6d3Al6mtEe36_LgMz9WIUBKd8R7QEfFgLD14/w640-h480/artandkits-foto829.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com74tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-64564071078955533352023-12-08T08:30:00.001+00:002023-12-08T08:30:00.142+00:00Merry Christmas and...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de objectos. / Objects in photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">O Natal relembra-nos o que deveria ser... em vez do que realmente é.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Que nunca nos percamos do seu verdadeiro espirito, pois está nas nossas mãos conseguir recriá-lo, sob quaisquer formas, independentemente das circunstâncias... ou da época do ano.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">O Natal é tempo de celebração... de amor, de apaziguamento e agradecimento.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Feliz Natal para todos, sobretudo com saúde, e paz... e bem maior entendimento pelo mundo.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha habitual sugestão musical... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/kKkFyaRpfUo?si=CGaRfpzqKJElMFkq" target="_blank"><u>Anne Wilson</u> - I Still Believe In Christmas</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Fotos de Jorge Gonçalves e de Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>"Nasce um Deus. Outros morrem. A verdade</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>Nem veio nem se foi: o Erro mudou.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>Temos agora uma outra Eternidade,</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>E era sempre melhor o que passou.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>Cega, a Ciência a inútil gleba lavra.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>Louca, a Fé vive o sonho do seu culto.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>Um novo Deus é só uma palavra.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>Não procures nem creias: tudo é oculto."</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>(Fernando Pessoa, 1888 - 1935, in "Poesias").</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-72ZxJgj3YsvOzZhgA4uw63ZLr2chQ3c5mtXhcMgKh9vSfXmPVvVxfwxG25vp8jH3Ibc1uFx9bzfOPFhYfintQLUi0JQqQwDYByLOwrVIQg9zESkJRBp93i5AmqNuRNsAzcekc1VP1aqQFR2kV8qieM0e876Kn86h3DwXAyfa6uKv1W_V0GmTNO9DzUQ/s2431/artandkits-foto826.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1888" data-original-width="2431" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-72ZxJgj3YsvOzZhgA4uw63ZLr2chQ3c5mtXhcMgKh9vSfXmPVvVxfwxG25vp8jH3Ibc1uFx9bzfOPFhYfintQLUi0JQqQwDYByLOwrVIQg9zESkJRBp93i5AmqNuRNsAzcekc1VP1aqQFR2kV8qieM0e876Kn86h3DwXAyfa6uKv1W_V0GmTNO9DzUQ/w640-h498/artandkits-foto826.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>"A God is born. Others die. Truth</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>Did not come or go. Error changed.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>Eternity is different now.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>What happened was better always.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>Blind, Science plows the useless sod.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>Fool, Faith lives the dream of its observance.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>A new God is but a word.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>Search not, nor believe: all is hidden."</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><i>(Fernando Pessoa, 1888 - 1935, in "Poems").</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><div style="font-weight: bold;">Christmas reminds us of what should be... instead of what actually is.</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">May we never lose sight of its true spirit, as it is in our hands to recreate it, in any form, regardless of the circumstances... or the time of year.</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">Christmas is a time of celebration... of love, appeasement and gratitude.</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">Merry Christmas to you all, especially with health and peace... and greater understanding around the world.</div><div><b>Here it stays the link, with my usual musical suggestion... </b><b style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/kKkFyaRpfUo?si=CGaRfpzqKJElMFkq" target="_blank"><u>Anne Wilson</u> - I Still Believe In Christmas</a>.</span></span></b></div><div><b>Photos by Jorge Gonçalves and Ana Freire.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwHi_q4J_hfiw6V2C81hZ1CM2EWCx9HLFtFKQrTlqWrBm8Nfz3r0FrROMLODrBWZQrsjP1oH_3sTY_InxFyGnnNFu54YQD6fynmFhWye27rGwxCHUYP5CG_M9nJELl96FhKT54iBkG8oUiGMY-WKVAUNR_kPCIgbEz2yrxYkpTzwb5veykpQeNXw_4D8/s2574/artandkits-foto827.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2574" data-original-width="1900" height="839" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwHi_q4J_hfiw6V2C81hZ1CM2EWCx9HLFtFKQrTlqWrBm8Nfz3r0FrROMLODrBWZQrsjP1oH_3sTY_InxFyGnnNFu54YQD6fynmFhWye27rGwxCHUYP5CG_M9nJELl96FhKT54iBkG8oUiGMY-WKVAUNR_kPCIgbEz2yrxYkpTzwb5veykpQeNXw_4D8/w599-h839/artandkits-foto827.jpg" width="599" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div></span></div></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com84tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-49101387871004983772023-12-01T13:00:00.008+00:002023-12-01T20:39:24.197+00:00Shining Star...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de objectos. / Objects in photos.<br />Fotos de paisagem humanizada. / Humanized landscape photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">O frio e a chuva chegaram por estes dias, lá fora. Também cá por dentro, chegou um frio súbito, e um grande vazio...</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">No entanto, o céu ganhou mais uma estrela... brilhante e genial... no mundo da fotografia... e igualmente, também no universo da simpatia, afectividade, comunicação, generosidade e empatia.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">O mundo da blogosfera ficou bem mais pobre, com a partida do <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://grifoplanante.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><u>João Menéres</u>, do blogue <u>Grifo Planante</u></a></span>... uma incansável presença, em muitos dos nossos espaços, enquanto a saúde lhe foi permitindo.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Foi um imenso privilégio, querido João, ter tido por aqui a sua atenciosa presença ao longo de quase uma década, e a sua amizade, ainda que não tivesse havido a possibilidade de nos termos conhecido pessoalmente...</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Um beijinho, João! Até um dia!...</span></b></div><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: georgia;">"(...) As fotografias de João Menéres convocam-nos na sua luminosidade e na sua cor, a uma viagem pelas imagens fora do tempo, porventura na nostalgia do tempo que passa, convencem os nossos olhos a ver devagar(...).</span></i></div></blockquote><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: georgia;"> (...) Bastará olhá-las devagar, encostar o ouvido ao seu rumor, murmúrio de música e aceitar o convite para esta prodigiosa aventura da imagem. Elas falam, contam e cantam por si." (Prefácio de Miguel Veiga in "Conversas à Luz dos Olhos" de <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://grifoplanante.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">João Menéres</a></u>. </span><span>Título e textos de <u><span style="font-size: large;">Lina Sampaio</span></u>, do blogue...</span><span style="font-size: large;"> <u><a href="https://digital-pixels.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Digit@l Pixel</a></u>).</span></span></i></p></blockquote><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">E porque chegámos a Dezembro... deixo-vos um breve apontamento musical, para assinalar a proximidade da quadra natalícia, bem menos efusivo do que o habitual, pois o mundo atravessa uma fase demasiado sombria e intranquila, a nível global.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Aqui fica o link... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/8SpY1K2ngLo?si=Z_MuguV8EmbUhkN-" target="_blank"><u>Carpenters</u> - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Fotos de Ana Freire e de Jorge Gonçalves.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbsc8j2XY8pCYqbvAm6j6WzGH-HsXJM4IyL3SCY-7gkCCb3tyfyMBphq_8q7NEj-3H3Puxec_NKI3TO9brACpRLCSjwpS7EUT-1XCoH3ePpwGtSnB1fwOY5S4oP-KZEEgGm8Z9H-Gp4dXR96i7MIDI8SYOEzRbndvSP0uMhBchtrC2MzbmPlH831tLLQ/s2579/artandkits-foto825.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1911" data-original-width="2579" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbsc8j2XY8pCYqbvAm6j6WzGH-HsXJM4IyL3SCY-7gkCCb3tyfyMBphq_8q7NEj-3H3Puxec_NKI3TO9brACpRLCSjwpS7EUT-1XCoH3ePpwGtSnB1fwOY5S4oP-KZEEgGm8Z9H-Gp4dXR96i7MIDI8SYOEzRbndvSP0uMhBchtrC2MzbmPlH831tLLQ/w661-h490/artandkits-foto825.jpg" width="661" /></a></div></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span>The cold and rain arrived these days outside. Inside, too, a sudden cold arrived, and a great emptiness...</span></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span>However, the sky gained another star... bright and brilliant... in the world of photography... and equally, also in the universe of sympathy, affection, communication, generosity and empathy.</span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span><b>The world of the blogosphere became much poorer, with the permanent absence of... </b><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://grifoplanante.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><u>João Menéres</u>, from his blog <u>Grifo Planante</u></a></span></span></b><b> a tireless presence, in many of our spaces, as long as his health allowed him.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><div><b><span>It was an immense privilege, dear João, to have had your attentive presence here for almost a decade, and your friendship, even though it had never been possible for us to have met in person...</span></b></div><div><b><span>A big kiss, João! See you one day!...</span></b></div></div><div><blockquote><b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: georgia;">"(...) João Menéres' photographs invite us in their luminosity and color, to a journey through images outside of time, perhaps in nostalgia for the time that passes, they convince our eyes to see slowly(...).</span></i></b></blockquote><blockquote><p><i><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: georgia;"> (...) All you have to do is look at them slowly, put your ear to their whisper, the murmur of music and accept the invitation to this prodigious adventure of the image. They speak, tell and sing for themselves." (Introduction of Miguel Veiga in "Conversas à Luz dos Olhos" by <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://grifoplanante.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">João Menéres</a></u>. </span><span>Title and texts by <span style="font-size: large;"><u>Lina Sampaio</u></span>, from the blog...</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></b></i><i style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://digital-pixels.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Digit@l Pixel</a></u>).</span></span></i></p></blockquote></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>And because we've reached December... I leave you with a brief musical note, to mark the approach of the Christmas season, much less effusive than usual, as the world is going through a very dark and uneasy phase, globally.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Here it stays the link... </b></span><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/8SpY1K2ngLo?si=Z_MuguV8EmbUhkN-" target="_blank"><u>Carpenters</u> - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas</a>.</span></span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Photos by Ana Freire and Jorge Gonçalves.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIfT1n4ANcOvuaVOFT6Fo6vyB7dDbIqjRYyC3rpWJakNQwPl0cMGJVQ7Ln7OQyNK5hEBRTE06tGYflUQ5yDjyJuo7X2RMh6lNR5sAyRNYBzBNaDYkEoQiMTbK15BQxlllygHlHze_-mHQz4MYdiLof1XZwoAsfW5wKTv7jPx_Ff4AwxB0hzwYqZCEt7M/s3864/artandkits-foto824.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3864" data-original-width="2217" height="764" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIfT1n4ANcOvuaVOFT6Fo6vyB7dDbIqjRYyC3rpWJakNQwPl0cMGJVQ7Ln7OQyNK5hEBRTE06tGYflUQ5yDjyJuo7X2RMh6lNR5sAyRNYBzBNaDYkEoQiMTbK15BQxlllygHlHze_-mHQz4MYdiLof1XZwoAsfW5wKTv7jPx_Ff4AwxB0hzwYqZCEt7M/w514-h764/artandkits-foto824.jpg" width="514" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div></span></div></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-48244411041609351482023-11-18T18:00:00.003+00:002023-11-18T22:40:54.889+00:00Between the sacred and the profane...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de edifícios e monumentos. / Buildings and monuments in photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;">Entre o sagrado e o profano... procura-se a mentira e a verdade.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;"><b>Tantas vezes indistintas, como se o bem e o mal, se diluíssem, por ambiguidade.</b></span></div><b><span style="color: #660000;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical de hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/4F9DxYhqmKw?si=JfLEWNdRkD3kfWtQ" target="_blank"><u>Enigma</u> - Sadeness (Part I)</a>.</span></span></b></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></b></div></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>"Esperei que um sonho</b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>viesse de repente</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>e se enroscasse no meu corpo sonâmbulo.</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>O que sei de ti, sonho impenetrável,</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>é sentir-te e não te ver!</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>Envolve-me na pele do teu silêncio</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>e desnuda-te em mim</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>como uma vaga breve e súbita</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>no vértice mais oculto da noite.</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>Quem és tu sonho imaginário</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>que me ocultas o teu rosto,</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>a matéria do teu corpo,</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>a sensibilidade dos teus gestos,</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>o enigma do teu ser?</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>Através de que olhos posso ver-te?</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>Quem és tu, senão uma vertigem</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>ansiando ouvir os últimos suspiros</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>quando a luz do amanhecer me descerrar</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>as pálpebras?"</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><b>(Albino Santos, de seu blogue... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://as-polyedro.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Polyedro</a></u>).</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQNAzmN-xKUoR67EcDx-qzVt_s9Y83eETDLsU1Ss6WUILB9MPPoo5aIGvoaEJnJ4Y3DdbRzRLJ1uFEhdBCc8CU89VUTYMjOYt3zVd4laGaJoUSP3pbQ9J6XrVIu30oeT_AXYCouAbv54aCde3eX270g_sAEzhiXTDUhAK7UvtBJIO4XI6_Flel4IvzW0/s2520/artandkits-foto822.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2520" data-original-width="1890" height="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQNAzmN-xKUoR67EcDx-qzVt_s9Y83eETDLsU1Ss6WUILB9MPPoo5aIGvoaEJnJ4Y3DdbRzRLJ1uFEhdBCc8CU89VUTYMjOYt3zVd4laGaJoUSP3pbQ9J6XrVIu30oeT_AXYCouAbv54aCde3eX270g_sAEzhiXTDUhAK7UvtBJIO4XI6_Flel4IvzW0/w588-h800/artandkits-foto822.jpg" width="588" /></a></div><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><span>"</span>I waited for a dream</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>that came suddenly</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>and curled up around my sleepwalking body.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>What do I know about you, impenetrable dream,</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>It's feeling you and not seeing you!</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>Wrap me in the skin of your silence</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>and undress yourself in me</i></span></div><div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>like a brief and sudden wave</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>in the most hidden corner of the night.</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>Who are you imaginary dream</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>who hides your face from me,</i></span></div><div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>the matter of your body,</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>the sensitivity of your gestures,</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>the enigma of your being?</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>Through what eyes can I see you?</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>Who are you, if not a vertigo</i></span></div><div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>longing to hear the last breaths</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>when the light of dawn opens</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><i>my eyelids?"</i></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>(Albino Santos, from his blog... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://as-polyedro.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Polyedro</a></u>).</span></i></b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-weight: 400;"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: arial;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #660000;"><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;">Between the sacred and the profane... lies and truth are sought.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-weight: bold;"><b>So many times, indistinct, as if good and evil were diluted, through ambiguity, in though.</b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><div>Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion, for today... <b style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/4F9DxYhqmKw?si=JfLEWNdRkD3kfWtQ" target="_blank"><u>Enigma</u> - Sadeness (Part I)</a>.</span></span></b></div></b><b><div>Photos by Ana Freire.</div></b></div></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-weight: 400; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeaTzPoVpMkYx8FuwapiLiPjU8-I0A5KMOeRL_qdKJ3O_6bINd8oJsXdJusNKCE12OFWicX6mzStuMk_pDdojJHrQR_BW7__q8RCIHNHc6H_w4pc3JlgVFkUEarmADSn_CNV1HBXpL3a-UyaprtdXrOEQvrk5iBB-VdIV9vtne5kKEzd6VOEip1Pm6J0/s2386/artandkits-foto823.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2386" data-original-width="1790" height="793" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeaTzPoVpMkYx8FuwapiLiPjU8-I0A5KMOeRL_qdKJ3O_6bINd8oJsXdJusNKCE12OFWicX6mzStuMk_pDdojJHrQR_BW7__q8RCIHNHc6H_w4pc3JlgVFkUEarmADSn_CNV1HBXpL3a-UyaprtdXrOEQvrk5iBB-VdIV9vtne5kKEzd6VOEip1Pm6J0/w581-h793/artandkits-foto823.jpg" width="581" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com54tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-46271206735375862322023-11-02T10:30:00.006+00:002023-11-02T13:02:35.722+00:00Horizons...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos do litoral. / Sea coast photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>O horizonte, é algo que somente poderemos descobrir em nós. A paisagem apenas nos desvenda os seus contornos.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>Só a nossa consciência nos oferece a melhor das perspectivas...</b></span></span></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical, para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/jd-qI62gNJM?si=1cAdNWOt9hRoWwk8" target="_blank"><u>Chris Isaak</u> - Wicked Game</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>"Na subtileza e delicadeza</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>Em que a tarde se despede</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>o corpo ganha a vontade</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>de se estender no horizonte.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>Fecho os olhos suavemente</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>e embalo-me no teu sorriso.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>Sei que me anseias</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>nos teus braços</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>hoje mais do que nunca.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>Sei que vais alterar o tempo</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>antecipando o gesto</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>dos teus braços nos meus</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>da tua boca na minha.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>Sinto que sou o espaço</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>que liga o real ao sonho</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>que sou o corpo</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>onde te deitas</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>e descansas a alma.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>Serei o que quiseres</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>enquanto matarmos a sede</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>da mesma fonte,</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>a única que nos conhece.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>O sol põe-se.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>Nós entrelaçamo-nos</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>e a noite veste-se de desejo."</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>(Céu, de seu blogue... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://ausentedoceu.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Ausente do Céu</a></u>).</span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyOxVGNQS3eLJeRar3hV_DnNvoMxL94Shd_a_j4HjNDnEr7Evm5YFNsw_O9GRGOAulTwlJO7hAKiBMFxhXQqwl4VNPvAVZQYyLV1l7SRPli9SVNbkyrlM8wk98Gd9uiz0FHALztnUnvydS9NbJiMcAZv6Y71MFdyFMkW2sNYPuv6-Z0LqrjTd35zEa8w/s2562/artandkits-foto820.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2562" data-original-width="1845" height="767" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyOxVGNQS3eLJeRar3hV_DnNvoMxL94Shd_a_j4HjNDnEr7Evm5YFNsw_O9GRGOAulTwlJO7hAKiBMFxhXQqwl4VNPvAVZQYyLV1l7SRPli9SVNbkyrlM8wk98Gd9uiz0FHALztnUnvydS9NbJiMcAZv6Y71MFdyFMkW2sNYPuv6-Z0LqrjTd35zEa8w/w551-h767/artandkits-foto820.jpg" width="551" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;">"In subtlety and delicacy</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;">When the afternoon says goodbye</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;">the body gains the will</span></i></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;">of extend into the horizon.</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;">I close my eyes gently</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;">and I sway in your smile.</span></i></div><div><div><b><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;">I know you long for me</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;">in your arms</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;">today more than ever.</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><div style="font-weight: bold;">I know you will change the time</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">anticipating the gesture</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">of your arms around mine</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">of your mouth in mine.</div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div><div><b>I feel like I'm the space</b></div><div><b>that connects the real to the dream</b></div><div><b>that I am the body</b></div><div><b>where do you lay down</b></div><div><b>and rest your soul.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div style="font-weight: bold;">I will be whatever you want</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">as long as we quench our thirst</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">from the same fountain,</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">the only one who knows us.</div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div><div><b>The sun sets.</b></div><div><b>We en</b><b>twine in each other</b></div><div><b>and the night dresses with desire."</b></div><div><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">(Céu, from her blog... </span></i></b><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://ausentedoceu.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Ausente do Céu</a></u>).</span></span></i></b></div></div></div></div></span></i></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">The horizon is something that we can only discover within ourselves. </span></b><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>The landscape only reveals contours to us.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Only our conscience offers us the best of perspectives...</span></b></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444;"><b>Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion for today... </b><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/jd-qI62gNJM?si=1cAdNWOt9hRoWwk8" target="_blank"><u>Chris Isaak</u> - Wicked Game</a>.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">Photos by Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZ4NI2KgV74-GPRQnEO5wuaFjIGvWTGk5Pk_cUSd1L8mER1BUaaHrLQcQE_r977bBygXMzuJkRkUOKdrMqiSNG2Nsa9o-voi5FNJ1BAjsP18o4r3n1-AEuHghmbHclmQHEchoPXrfiihFOY1TGma3iuawxIHwY5jsEcOr-aX5w8zTNHDxSoDz1vTMCGU/s2511/artandkits-foto821.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2511" data-original-width="1883" height="772" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZ4NI2KgV74-GPRQnEO5wuaFjIGvWTGk5Pk_cUSd1L8mER1BUaaHrLQcQE_r977bBygXMzuJkRkUOKdrMqiSNG2Nsa9o-voi5FNJ1BAjsP18o4r3n1-AEuHghmbHclmQHEchoPXrfiihFOY1TGma3iuawxIHwY5jsEcOr-aX5w8zTNHDxSoDz1vTMCGU/w562-h772/artandkits-foto821.jpg" width="562" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com69tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-35233921044951579402023-10-23T17:00:00.001+01:002023-10-23T17:00:00.145+01:00Tricky or threatening?... It's 2023!<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de objectos. / Objects in photos.<br />Fotos de animais. / Animal photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Não costumo assinalar o Halloween, por aqui, já que tal celebração sempre me passa despercebida... mas neste ano, creio que a grande maioria de nós, terá sentido que o mesmo, andou bem presente na maior parte dos nossos dias, deste inquietante 2023... tal o numero de acontecimentos sombrios, que os meios de comunicação nos vão oferecendo, diariamente.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>A loucura anda mais presente do que nunca em sucessivos cenários de guerra pelo mundo fora... originando ondas de choque, fuga, e miséria massivas aos que escapam, com impactos globais... o fantasma das alterações climáticas, promete-nos um futuro emocionante e sufocante... os fenómenos sísmicos andaram na ordem do dia, bem como os fenómenos meteorológicos extremos, proporcionando-nos assistir ao impensável: a seca chegou até ao pulmão do mundo, a Amazónia... e novos records de temperatura foram mais uma vez, globalmente atingidos, por mais impossível que tal nos pareça.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>Os políticos... continuam a brindar-nos com uma inflacção e tributação, opressivas e crescentes, que vão ceifando sonhos e empregos, no presente, para justificar orçamentos de economias em tempos de guerra, e antecipando um contexto mais próximo, sem grandes alterações... e que apenas nos conduzem ao patamar seguinte... novos conflitos internos e externos, futuros ressentimentos... e maiores clivagens, em cada país!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>Este ano, realmente, tem sido prolífero em dias de susto... num contínuo Halloween!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b><br />Enfim!... Concentremo-nos em tornar os nossos dias um pouco melhores, para nós e os nossos, abstraindo-nos o mais possível do caos global, sobretudo em matérias que nos ultrapassam... mas que esgotam a nossa estabilidade emocional, se assim o permitirmos.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>Aproveitemos para exorcizar os nossos receios, neste final de Outubro... e talvez eles regressem para o seu mais secreto e furtivo mundo... o Reino da Fantasia, e se desabituem do nosso dia a dia... presente e futuro.</b><br /><b>Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha escolha musical para hoje, dentro do espírito do Halloween... </b><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://youtu.be/BpWrSTBP5rg?si=3uCWIm72ISEzof_u" target="_blank"><u>Duran Duran</u> - Danse Macabre</a>. </span></span><b style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">Garantidamente, será bem menos assustador do que qualquer noticiário do dia...</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>Fotos de Ana Freire e Jorge Gonçalves.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">"O Halloween é uma celebração da inversão da realidade e uma cordial saudação aos aspectos mais sombrios da vida, da morte e de nós mesmos." (Stewart Stafford).</span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyJaZiG4MTToCY5UCyZVnSSsVAC0tODGFRO-ZyJAynj5RJOR8I7k3c60grfFoYf_ypd1CxppbB1ZP6_QhOkWTJIjte52c4fZhfJq6ZQMokRFay4bs8H318vqCUjobM11BqlftQhk1Zf1Hwy8mbK5XGT_G7jbRM1yJzgHexgPwjFY_8fFwloarn0V0B2U/s2553/artandkits-foto818.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1931" data-original-width="2553" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyJaZiG4MTToCY5UCyZVnSSsVAC0tODGFRO-ZyJAynj5RJOR8I7k3c60grfFoYf_ypd1CxppbB1ZP6_QhOkWTJIjte52c4fZhfJq6ZQMokRFay4bs8H318vqCUjobM11BqlftQhk1Zf1Hwy8mbK5XGT_G7jbRM1yJzgHexgPwjFY_8fFwloarn0V0B2U/w640-h484/artandkits-foto818.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><p><span style="color: #cc0000;">"Halloween is a celebration of the inversion of reality and a necessary Gothic hat-tip to the darker aspects of life, death and ourselves." (Stewart Staffford).</span></p></blockquote><div><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">I don't usually mention Halloween around here, as such a celebration always goes unnoticed for me... but this year, I believe that the vast majority of us, will have felt that it has been very present in most of our days, in this unsettling 2023... such is the number of </span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>gloomy events, that the media offers us, daily.<br /></b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Madness is more present than ever in successive war scenarios around the world... causing waves of shock, flight, and massive misery for those who escape, with global impacts... the specter of climate change promises us an exciting and suffocating future... seismic phenomena have been in the order of the day, as were extreme meteorological phenomena, allowing us to witness the unthinkable: the drought reached the lungs of the world, the Amazon... and new temperature records were once again reached globally, </b></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>however impossible it may seem to us</b></span><b style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;">.</b></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>Politicians are offering us with oppressive and growing inflation and taxation, which are taking away dreams and jobs, in the present, to justify budgets for economies in times of war, and anticipating a closer context, without major changes... and which only lead us to the next level... </b></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>new internal and external conflicts, future resentments... and greater cleavages, in each country!</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>This year has really been full of scary days... in a continuous Halloween!</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>Anyway!... </b></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>Let us focus on making our days a little better, for us and ours, abstracting ourselves as much as possible from the global chaos, especially in matters that surpass us... but that deplete our emotional stability, if we let them.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>Let's take advantage of the end of October, to exorcise our fears... and perhaps they will return to their most secret and furtive world... the Kingdom of Fantasy, and become unaccustomed to our daily lives... and our future years...</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Here it stays the link with my musical choice for today, within the spirit of Halloween... </b></span></span><span><a href="https://youtu.be/BpWrSTBP5rg?si=3uCWIm72ISEzof_u" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: 700;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>Duran Duran</u> - Danse Macabre</span></a><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial; font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-size: large;">. </span>It's guaranteed to be a lot less scary than any other daily newscast...</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>Photos by Ana Freire and Jorge Gonçalves.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgCJ7YC-qgaDxysv4iYxqtgyDphg2yCqtjs0ihfGUNrEg-Db_v2PU1dQNdqiI8rO-d43dpCMIL0OPg6-h4BlJIohh1ccNTygrOgfT5QePIqzBxvJSmmTIoaHhhzbLehUe_xckbpcw7JrCcLlrG4KlrLNSJHMh5zwgyTC8jmo8Q1BpBfTBVDL8M_wHbolg/s2888/artandkits-foto819.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2888" data-original-width="2181" height="832" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgCJ7YC-qgaDxysv4iYxqtgyDphg2yCqtjs0ihfGUNrEg-Db_v2PU1dQNdqiI8rO-d43dpCMIL0OPg6-h4BlJIohh1ccNTygrOgfT5QePIqzBxvJSmmTIoaHhhzbLehUe_xckbpcw7JrCcLlrG4KlrLNSJHMh5zwgyTC8jmo8Q1BpBfTBVDL8M_wHbolg/w629-h832/artandkits-foto819.jpg" width="629" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-63080644623846544252023-10-09T15:30:00.004+01:002023-10-09T20:25:57.681+01:00Elevation...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de paisagem humanizada. / Humanized landscape photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Elevação, elegância, força, e autenticidade, serão a essência da natureza... ou talvez da eternidade.</b></span></div><span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/VgzTfdzj_Ho?si=nML-wmQh6_8yc6-r" target="_blank"><u>Lindsey Stilrling</u> - Guardian</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span>Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #274e13;">Por aqui, o Outono, iniciou-se em modo de tropicalidade... mas deixo-lhes imagens repletas de beleza e frescura da Serra da Estrela, onde as temperaturas, deste mês, andarão bem mais próximo da normalidade. Vejam este belíssimo e recente vídeo, do João, de seu blogue... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://anjodaesquina.blogs.sapo.pt/" target="_blank">Anjo da Esquina</a></u></span>. Aqui fica o link... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/4Bt5Q3p2Cp8?si=Ptjy_MQBpHRoAqK6" target="_blank"><u>Serra da Estrela</u> - Outono do Vale Glaciar, Covão da Ametade, 02-10-2023</a>.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: large;">Volto daqui a uns dias... este tempo quente, é excelente para resolver alguns assuntos pendentes, aproveitando esta fase de saúde, mais estável e menos problemática, aqui da senhora Dona Mãe.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Continuarei a visitar os vossos blogues, conforme a minha disponibilidade o for permitindo.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">"Quando souberes o que é eterno, saberás o que é recto." (Tao-Te-King).</span></i></b></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW-BBC9rlfuXPwahSzkdNK7LkSdMQGt1LJr_4rgjoi_MShXFQr_FedxWpuKrZNgC2sPnuMuiY6D4LvalSgdwC3dqKA-grvRx1XK4q7t6Dpl0fiMDB3mclreLbOXio0j812olA2FdWe7dstFiPeDch3jPVhrPnL01iPa3TMF419XEy69m6IvCWokxMAMfE/s2520/artandkits-foto817.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2520" data-original-width="1890" height="861" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW-BBC9rlfuXPwahSzkdNK7LkSdMQGt1LJr_4rgjoi_MShXFQr_FedxWpuKrZNgC2sPnuMuiY6D4LvalSgdwC3dqKA-grvRx1XK4q7t6Dpl0fiMDB3mclreLbOXio0j812olA2FdWe7dstFiPeDch3jPVhrPnL01iPa3TMF419XEy69m6IvCWokxMAMfE/w608-h861/artandkits-foto817.jpg" width="608" /></a></div><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"><p><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">"When you know what is eternal, you will know what is rectitude."(Tao Te Ching; my own translation).</span></i></p></blockquote><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Elevation, elegance, strength and authenticity it will be the essence of nature... or perhaps of eternity.</span></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion for today... </span><b style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/VgzTfdzj_Ho?si=nML-wmQh6_8yc6-r" target="_blank"><u>Lindsey Stilrling</u> - Guardian</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Photos by Ana Freire.</span></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Here, Autumn began in a tropical way... but I leave you with images full of beauty and freshness of Serra da Estrela, where temperatures this month will be much closer to normal. </b></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Check out this beautiful and recent video, by João, from his blog... </b></span><b style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://anjodaesquina.blogs.sapo.pt/" target="_blank">Anjo da Esquina</a></u></span>. Here it stays the</b><b style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"> link... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/4Bt5Q3p2Cp8?si=Ptjy_MQBpHRoAqK6" target="_blank"><u>Serra da Estrela</u> - Outono do Vale Glaciar, Covão da Ametade, 02-10-2023</a>.</span></b></div><div><b style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>I'll be back in a few days... this hot weather is great for resolving some pending matters, and taking advantage of this phase of health, more stable and less problematic, from my Mother.</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>I will continue to visit your blogs, as my availability allows.</b></span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitQgS70uAEdOmOPuqQJuLDLzvtJJ4-5LM4L7H0QYqkzLBNJyusVUu1MRHWNKmcRgkkdNdIImTg_JKRFsqA5Y_vT0gQrUAU5DAWPro_JPK3xtq62SzxfDRLrtsKqSvC9W2lKZL-kcQfE7MkTQyLOHqWIqNtm23oL4BhR2BxE5hdMu05fXDJzZP4N12FmTI/s2529/artandkits-foto816.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2529" data-original-width="1897" height="870" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitQgS70uAEdOmOPuqQJuLDLzvtJJ4-5LM4L7H0QYqkzLBNJyusVUu1MRHWNKmcRgkkdNdIImTg_JKRFsqA5Y_vT0gQrUAU5DAWPro_JPK3xtq62SzxfDRLrtsKqSvC9W2lKZL-kcQfE7MkTQyLOHqWIqNtm23oL4BhR2BxE5hdMu05fXDJzZP4N12FmTI/w611-h870/artandkits-foto816.jpg" width="611" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div></div></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com57tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-43292606446424697042023-09-25T13:30:00.005+01:002023-09-25T14:31:45.074+01:00Leafing the time...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de paisagem humanizada. / Humanized landscape photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;"><b>Quando o tempo se deixa desfolhar, no seu imenso por contar...<br /></b><b>Aqui fica, em seguida, a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/gdss1RThX08?si=UePWU6zWE8VoJEhC" target="_blank"><u>Joana Alegre e Mikkel Solnado</u> - Copo Cheio</a>.</span><a href="https://youtu.be/gdss1RThX08?si=_g_HZhW4YUyLI3wW" target="_blank"><br /></a></b><b>Fotos de Jorge Gonçalves.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"><b><span style="color: #783f04;">"A viagem não começa quando se percorrem distâncias, mas quando se atravessam as nossas fronteiras interiores." (Mia Couto).</span></b></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdUMFa49Si7nYJ-yfX5SbVENjpRHlvYfXBlf8tNnZ3OPkosviyxMRsQvJjpgxF3XC4N2EH5R8e3vZRdjtCGRJvLf0A5m8Z8EBv9d8VtgwWWF7vetWu3OqisyPIhEW23zmJ7U-_VqYWCs8tsL7pZ4iBLs8ezTKHkMvJd-6w1Bvo8hKg5mD-LpzvVKI-tok/s4491/artandkits-foto814.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3409" data-original-width="4491" height="486" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdUMFa49Si7nYJ-yfX5SbVENjpRHlvYfXBlf8tNnZ3OPkosviyxMRsQvJjpgxF3XC4N2EH5R8e3vZRdjtCGRJvLf0A5m8Z8EBv9d8VtgwWWF7vetWu3OqisyPIhEW23zmJ7U-_VqYWCs8tsL7pZ4iBLs8ezTKHkMvJd-6w1Bvo8hKg5mD-LpzvVKI-tok/w640-h486/artandkits-foto814.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"><p><b><span style="color: #783f04;">"The journey does not start when we travel distances, but when we cross our inner borders." (Mia Couto).</span></b></p></blockquote><div><b><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;">Leafing the time, in it's so much to tell...</span></b></div><div><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Here it stays next, my musical suggestion for today... </span></b><b style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/gdss1RThX08?si=UePWU6zWE8VoJEhC" target="_blank"><u>Joana Alegre and Mikkel Solnado</u> - Copo Cheio</a>.</span></b></span></div><div><b><span style="color: #660000; font-family: arial;">Photos by Jorge Gonçalves.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsaQWVoiHNlMdYdwtPUzqBEfV_dRWWG_prQmuV9TRwQHudZSB1AFAyuOC-HdwUU-cwwl3qk67P2tjCaWum0AMKYaPuIF9nhZF2XN4WZykWOEpXkwPXI4U5CEN-od75ejQk3q_0XMWQsKxNSDpgX6UfWiYqOHFNiJgwnNxEyr3IwjbnkCeM0bFNcXjZcc/s4514/artandkits-foto815.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4514" data-original-width="3456" height="848" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsaQWVoiHNlMdYdwtPUzqBEfV_dRWWG_prQmuV9TRwQHudZSB1AFAyuOC-HdwUU-cwwl3qk67P2tjCaWum0AMKYaPuIF9nhZF2XN4WZykWOEpXkwPXI4U5CEN-od75ejQk3q_0XMWQsKxNSDpgX6UfWiYqOHFNiJgwnNxEyr3IwjbnkCeM0bFNcXjZcc/w625-h848/artandkits-foto815.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-61896128062795350362023-09-11T17:30:00.002+01:002023-09-11T22:12:21.761+01:00What's left...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de paisagem humanizada. / Humanized landscape photos,</span></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">No Verão passado, a Europa foi atingida por sucessivas ondas de calor, que secaram rios e transformaram tantas zonas florestais e habitacionais em paisagens verdadeiramente Dantescas.<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Neste Verão, novos máximos de temperatura foram mais uma vez atingidos, em termos globais, e acompanhados de fenómenos extremos.<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Ainda sob os efeitos de um Verão mais fresco, desta vez com o anticiclone dos Açores a funcionar em pleno, este ano, no nosso país... fica mais fácil de deixar o testemunho, de como por estes lados, no ano passado, as áreas ardidas tanto se aproximaram de zonas habitacionais...<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical, para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/ZEWGyyLiqY4?si=nV1S3rbwnYXLNhmu" target="_blank"><u>Blake Shelton</u> - God's Country</a>.</span><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><blockquote><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><i>"Somos a primeira geração a sentir o impacto das alterações climáticas e a última geração que pode fazer algo em relação a isso." (Barack Obama).</i></span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCFiNRyazdaQRX4ld2E0ly2bM0EqoJqeeKTODz9fMDQ9hSYziaDCCmS94K8AFjjxoHHO9BgetwHKVHeF4OcSdqKqx0qKU7OpJCZXBjfGH_77z_mmdAA2efmdEfS5hSgJd-PaIe8MYogdfpfJU3k9QnzRUcVF77Upk4h_WZ9E3WFdeRvE6o_ui3WnQQLfA/s2562/artandkits-foto762.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1921" data-original-width="2562" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCFiNRyazdaQRX4ld2E0ly2bM0EqoJqeeKTODz9fMDQ9hSYziaDCCmS94K8AFjjxoHHO9BgetwHKVHeF4OcSdqKqx0qKU7OpJCZXBjfGH_77z_mmdAA2efmdEfS5hSgJd-PaIe8MYogdfpfJU3k9QnzRUcVF77Upk4h_WZ9E3WFdeRvE6o_ui3WnQQLfA/w640-h480/artandkits-foto762.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>Last Summer, Europe was hit by successive heat waves, which dried up rivers and transformed so many forested and residential areas into truly Dantesque landscapes.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>This Summer, new temperature highs were once again reached, globally, and were accompanied by extreme weather phenomena.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Still under the effects of a cooler Summer, this time with the Azores anticyclone in full effect this year in our country... it is easier to leave testimony of how around here, last year, the burned areas,</b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b> got closer and closer to residential areas...</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Here it stays the link with my musical suggestion for today... </b></span></span><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/ZEWGyyLiqY4?si=nV1S3rbwnYXLNhmu" target="_blank"><u>Blake Shelton</u> - God's Country</a>.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"><b>Photos by Ana Freire.</b></span></span></div><blockquote><b><i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;">"We are the first generation to feel the impact of climate change and the last generation that can do something about it." (Barack Obama).</span></i></b></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymeIk8dg6Rha5t8NUfePTgr1BlZXhYt3HJ33iHPzY68kAvZaWdqPA0khf4-vkZXJZKwYzDVDG2LO0YhQWHDA7NvH51T_SxKOjXDxOHsA9pp_wtgH71Y7Ns-X-r93gkgaR9mupM9ZuUPgLud6tF49N6Przfn0Atmu3HlehRwKzMaPlGY8gU2IotBDs4u8/s2530/artandkits-foto759.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2530" data-original-width="1897" height="830" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymeIk8dg6Rha5t8NUfePTgr1BlZXhYt3HJ33iHPzY68kAvZaWdqPA0khf4-vkZXJZKwYzDVDG2LO0YhQWHDA7NvH51T_SxKOjXDxOHsA9pp_wtgH71Y7Ns-X-r93gkgaR9mupM9ZuUPgLud6tF49N6Przfn0Atmu3HlehRwKzMaPlGY8gU2IotBDs4u8/w606-h830/artandkits-foto759.jpg" width="606" /></a></div><br /><p> </p></span></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-13435861044205152692023-08-28T12:30:00.001+01:002023-08-28T12:30:00.146+01:00Rebalancing...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de animais. / Animal photos.</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de paisagem natural. / Natural landscape photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Enquanto o mundo se desorienta sob o ponto de vista climático, ético, alimentar e energético... e tantas liberdades, direitos e garantias, murcham mais um pouco, todos os dias... saibamos semear os nossos momentos de esperança, harmonia e de reequilíbrio... e de crença de que até os jardins mais espinhosos, um dia voltarão a florir...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/k6eVRBckTko?si=itZCa1p6hYi3RrNb" target="_blank"><u>Maria Mendes</u> - E Se Não For Fado</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Fotos de Jorge Gonçalves.</span></b></div></div><blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;">"A busca por caminhos e ritmos mais agradáveis é um posicionamento diário. Precisamos ser responsáveis com a manutenção do nosso próprio equilíbrio." (Janicce, de seu blogue... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://acasamadeira.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Casa de Madeira</a></u>).</span></span></i></b></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitojFGZXb0yOzF4IWt-zbIlqtsnnmxhkC4nYdgM8mIGDjvqZpvHgn3aINt1WHXL-mP3Pb0cUWwNlF-cjeckouNVzXi8OUtqyQxtWTw7P3nLxzpyBo-VGX0FRtBkkosDDE7BNvlXQaPAtZo_agq0u_IG-puMvO7y-d31yn1d1dGXk5FwTasK1ymltQWnKU/s5312/artandkits-foto808.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5312" data-original-width="2989" height="1037" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitojFGZXb0yOzF4IWt-zbIlqtsnnmxhkC4nYdgM8mIGDjvqZpvHgn3aINt1WHXL-mP3Pb0cUWwNlF-cjeckouNVzXi8OUtqyQxtWTw7P3nLxzpyBo-VGX0FRtBkkosDDE7BNvlXQaPAtZo_agq0u_IG-puMvO7y-d31yn1d1dGXk5FwTasK1ymltQWnKU/w584-h1037/artandkits-foto808.jpg" width="584" /></a></div><blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;">"The search for more pleasant paths and rhythms is a daily attitude. We need to be responsible with maintaining our own balance." (Janicce, from her blog... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://acasamadeira.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Casa de Madeira</a></u>).</span></span></i></b></p></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">While the world is becoming disoriented from a climatic, ethical, food and energy point of view... and so many freedoms, rights and guarantees wither a little more every day... let us know how to sow our moments of hope, harmony and rebalancing, and of belief that even the most thorny gardens will one day bloom again...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion for today... </span></b><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/k6eVRBckTko?si=itZCa1p6hYi3RrNb" target="_blank"><u>Maria Mendes</u> - E Se Não For Fado</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Photos by Jorge Gonçalves.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzeXIPsFKHwRmFrcYqiwmiadKRbiSSUQdbm3u0YBI7cDYjW2R7Be2GCe70Bn2SHw464jK0Z885ytwCB_Mz5K3VwU_BE0UD3B8i_9Y4Bsl5LxT7l2qtDjQ0ppgnK93fsGF2QmlZiNrJ-9f_L5CVsESM5UK4nM5HN_KqBInL0fz7-JXz7oo93w-QrJhGiTs/s5266/artandkits-foto813.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5266" data-original-width="2963" height="1037" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzeXIPsFKHwRmFrcYqiwmiadKRbiSSUQdbm3u0YBI7cDYjW2R7Be2GCe70Bn2SHw464jK0Z885ytwCB_Mz5K3VwU_BE0UD3B8i_9Y4Bsl5LxT7l2qtDjQ0ppgnK93fsGF2QmlZiNrJ-9f_L5CVsESM5UK4nM5HN_KqBInL0fz7-JXz7oo93w-QrJhGiTs/w584-h1037/artandkits-foto813.jpg" width="584" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-7013795809522000292023-08-16T18:00:00.001+01:002023-08-16T18:00:00.141+01:00Days of Light!...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos da cidade. / City photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>E foram mesmo dias de sol... vividos em clima de festa... durante as Jornadas Mundiais da Juventude, que se realizaram há alguns dias atrás, no nosso país.<br />Sendo agnóstica, quero acreditar, que um dia se possa fazer um bom uso da fé... sobretudo para praticar a coerência... e que uma religião mais inclusiva, como a que o Papa Francisco defende, seja também a perspectiva das hierarquias mais fechadas, inflexíveis e dogmáticas da Igreja Católica... e talvez um dia, a </b></span><b style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">realidade, possa efectivamente reflectir os valores apregoados.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>E nesse dia... mais do que um dia de sol... será sobretudo um dia de Luz!...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/il1mXIbJTrc" target="_blank"><u>Héber Marques</u> - Dia de Sol (JMJ Lisboa 2023)</a>.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Fotos de Ana Freire.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><blockquote><b><i><span style="color: #073763;">"Sonho uma Europa, coração do Ocidente, que use o seu engenho para apagar focos de guerra e acender luzes de esperança; uma Europa que saiba reencontrar o seu ânimo jovem, sonhando a grandeza do conjunto e indo além das necessidades imediatas; uma Europa que inclua povos e pessoas, sem correr atrás de teorias e colonizações ideológicas." (Discurso do Papa Francisco, no CCB, por ocasião das JMJ 2023).</span></i></b></blockquote><div><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Vou continuar a andar a meio gás, aqui pela blogosfera... pois os problemas de saúde aqui da minha mãe, apesar de controlados, no momento, ainda não estão plenamente ultrapassados... exames terão de ser feitos, em meados de Setembro, que ajudarão nesse sentido, e haverá consultas subsequentes, de várias especialidades... enquanto isso... vamos prosseguindo... tirando o melhor partido, de um dia de cada vez.</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYwKGwdrxBRlgZ6zI6feLmG39dsa51IhghdTUTi4WMKzG-03xBEvCrlqbA7O3gXR8uSuTjpuWM8eQI5Ka45NMhF-ilB7zgaV13lCU1hEdKSyCVu1zPguxpxVEEuHs4G9DtgDBMyO8sT3q-z549RAnEFAv831piE7em9ZgImRyLQIT3mAihYBRwbF6CCc/s2523/artandkits-foto812.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1891" data-original-width="2523" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYwKGwdrxBRlgZ6zI6feLmG39dsa51IhghdTUTi4WMKzG-03xBEvCrlqbA7O3gXR8uSuTjpuWM8eQI5Ka45NMhF-ilB7zgaV13lCU1hEdKSyCVu1zPguxpxVEEuHs4G9DtgDBMyO8sT3q-z549RAnEFAv831piE7em9ZgImRyLQIT3mAihYBRwbF6CCc/w640-h480/artandkits-foto812.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #274e13;">And those were really sunny days... experienced in a festive atmosphere... during the World Youth Days, which took place a few days ago in our country.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Being an agnostic, I want to believe that one day we can make good use of our faith... above all to practice coherence... and that a more inclusive religion, like the one Pope Francis defends, can also be the perspective of the most closed, inflexible and dogmatic hierarchies of the Catholic Church... </span></b><span style="color: #274e13;"><b>and perhaps one day, reality, can effectively reflect the proclaimed values.</b></span></div><div><b><span style="color: #274e13;">And on that day... more than a sunny day... it will be above all, a day of Light!...</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion for today... </span></b><b style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/il1mXIbJTrc" target="_blank"><u>Héber Marques</u> - Dia de Sol (WYD Lisbon 2023)</a>.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Photos by Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div><blockquote><b><i><span style="color: #073763;">"I dream of a Europe, the heart of the West, which uses its ingenuity to put out the fires of war and turn on the lights of hope; a Europe that knows how to rediscover its youthful spirit, dreaming of the greatness of the whole and going beyond immediate needs; a Europe that includes peoples and persons, without running after theories and ideological colonizations." (Pope Francis' message, at the Belém Cultural Center, on the occasion of WYD 2023; my own translation).</span></i></b></blockquote><div><b><span style="color: #274e13;">I'm going to continue at half gas, here in the blogosphere, for some more time, because my mother's health problems here, despite being under control, at the moment, are not yet fully overcome... exams will have to be done, in mid-September, which will help in this regard, and there will be subsequent medical consultations, from various specialties... in the meantime... let's move on... making the best of one day at a time.</span></b></div></div><div><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wt6sznSri7nYYOj8RPjE69nIyoF-ReqDsyP-tTkZquil9ZjnAHo5VghtcHlE8NiKJf5kayRbbV3mR_4MCLwkoF0k9aRNmv5hspypHmMuos6SJKp8HEYrqh62g35peKKuUEDB93OsKvxrlx5A2rnXsQ6N3MTEd6IX3r7HrbnhK4_vC1Gy602A2LlJXws/s2561/artandkits-foto810.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2561" data-original-width="1922" height="775" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wt6sznSri7nYYOj8RPjE69nIyoF-ReqDsyP-tTkZquil9ZjnAHo5VghtcHlE8NiKJf5kayRbbV3mR_4MCLwkoF0k9aRNmv5hspypHmMuos6SJKp8HEYrqh62g35peKKuUEDB93OsKvxrlx5A2rnXsQ6N3MTEd6IX3r7HrbnhK4_vC1Gy602A2LlJXws/w581-h775/artandkits-foto810.jpg" width="581" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /></span></b></div></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com55tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-4266360448606112662023-07-31T11:30:00.002+01:002023-07-31T22:20:23.672+01:00The legacy...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de animais. / Animal photos.<br />Fotos de flores. / Flower photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Foi uma verdadeira corredora de fundo, nos caminhos da vida, superando toda a espécie de dificuldades!</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Mais do que a Rainha do Rock'n Roll... foi a Rainha da resiliência, da adaptação e da capacitação feminina, mostrando que em qualquer altura e etapa da vida... é sempre tempo de se recomeçar... de se reinventar... e sabendo sempre manter a sua identidade própria, em todo o seu percurso.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Em jeito de homenagem, aqui vos deixo o link com a minha sugestão musical, para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/GC5E8ie2pdM" target="_blank"><u>Tina Turner</u> - Simply The Best</a>.</span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Continuo com imenso que fazer, por estes lados... e por isso... <span style="font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;">prosseguindo em modo de pausa, por mais alguns dias, pelo menos... </span><span>mas, uma vez mais, um súbito problema de saúde, aqui da minha Rainha Mãe, foi ultrapassado, nestes últimos 2 meses. Contudo, as desejadas reparações... continuam por fazer! Talvez em Agosto ou Setembro... ainda deste ano, ou do próximo... afinal, a nossa saúde e a dos nossos, é sempre a principal prioridade.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Vamos ver o que os próximos dias poderão proporcionar, enquanto a recuperação vai prosseguindo... e de acordo com isso, daremos notícias...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Grata a todos, pela atenção e compreensão de sempre!</b></span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><blockquote><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;"><i>"O meu legado foi ter mantido o meu caminho... do início ao fim, porque acreditei em algo dentro de mim." (Tina Turner).</i></span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOYtDkNhBO2XIIy5bHmXfq-aUnvfpvpIfoNeW7vSRAwQGx_fkSc_EEGImoaWNzs4QOtqpgXCyzOZObzY28TY3RW9kRUdtotyX20ZzJa2XRc_E6BOgHzi-C3H3EdhoUl0VUGiKNfqz0OlvJ-lMlbWW-y4hRW7YolJl9iPtHfH_j5oOO1iKZZGs5lk2F/s2448/artandkits-foto804.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1834" data-original-width="2448" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOYtDkNhBO2XIIy5bHmXfq-aUnvfpvpIfoNeW7vSRAwQGx_fkSc_EEGImoaWNzs4QOtqpgXCyzOZObzY28TY3RW9kRUdtotyX20ZzJa2XRc_E6BOgHzi-C3H3EdhoUl0VUGiKNfqz0OlvJ-lMlbWW-y4hRW7YolJl9iPtHfH_j5oOO1iKZZGs5lk2F/w640-h480/artandkits-foto804.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><blockquote><p><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">"My legacy is that I stayed on course... from the beginning to the end, because I believed in something inside of me." (Tina Turner).</span></i></p></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>She was a true long-distance runner, on the paths of life, overcoming all kinds of difficulties!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>More than the Queen of Rock'n Roll... she was the Queen of resilience, adaptation and female empowerment, showing that at any time and stage of life... it's always time to start over... to reinvent yourself... </b></span></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>and always knowing how to maintain her own identity, throughout her life path.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>As a tribute, here I leave you the link with my musical suggestion for today... </b></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/GC5E8ie2pdM" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: 700;" target="_blank"><u>Tina Turner</u> - Simply The Best</a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: 700;">.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><div style="font-weight: 700;">Photos by Ana Freire.</div><div style="font-weight: 700;"><b><br /></b></div><div><b style="font-weight: 700;">I still have a lot to do around here... and for that reason... </b><i style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">proceeding in pause mode, for a few more days, at least... </span></i><b style="font-weight: 700;">but, once again, a sudden health problem, here of my Queen Mother, has been overcome in these last 2 months. However, the much wanted repairs... remain to be done! Perhaps in August or September... of</b><b> this year, or the next... health, after all, is always the main priority.</b></div><div><b>Let's see what the next few days can bring, while the recovery goes on... and accordingly, we'll give you news...</b></div><div><b>Thank you all for your attention and understanding!</b></div><div style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: 700; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpb-slIVfzGm4YlEAuDpRtXkdo15kF7_PxgKA_C5xiP5H8NI2nMcdUX6x3WoKdlNkXpFGlnBiOW7i_afoaCLa1e2ZkmkAjJl_Q1olDll6wMER-4N7USL0IjX_Yv0o9919vCYsKCgL7I-eM6v61qBqGLtXoz6VkCFRarGx0rmJG3zHWqxGTdHVPytXU/s2523/artandkits-foto805.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2523" data-original-width="1892" height="822" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpb-slIVfzGm4YlEAuDpRtXkdo15kF7_PxgKA_C5xiP5H8NI2nMcdUX6x3WoKdlNkXpFGlnBiOW7i_afoaCLa1e2ZkmkAjJl_Q1olDll6wMER-4N7USL0IjX_Yv0o9919vCYsKCgL7I-eM6v61qBqGLtXoz6VkCFRarGx0rmJG3zHWqxGTdHVPytXU/w585-h822/artandkits-foto805.jpg" width="585" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></div></span></div></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-13575118514196632012023-05-15T14:00:00.002+01:002023-05-15T14:50:04.835+01:00In zen mode!...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de flores. / Flower photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Nada melhor para elevar a disposição, do que uma prática meditativa, para mim essencial... o ioga musical!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Escolho um tema... respiro fundo, uma dúzia de vezes, enquanto o ouço... e s</span></b><b><span style="font-family: arial;">e não adormecer enquanto baloiço... pelo menos, sempre me faz sentir mais conformada, com a minha próxima empreitada... :-))</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/7rJfU1A6cxs" target="_blank"><u>Alexia Chellum</u> - The Power Is Here Now</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Vou deixar o blog, em modo zen, por um tempo, enquanto prossigo com mais uma etapa de reparações e modificações caseiras. Este tempo ameno e seco é tão apropriado para este tipo de tarefas... que simplesmente, não pode ser desperdiçado.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Volto assim que der... até lá!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: georgia;"><b>"Pausa: Um encontro necessário com o Universo Interior de onde brota toda a energia para seguir em frente!" (Betty Cires).</b></span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBHGnFcVz38TUV4-liG0Y8SaFZFWfvna6uHBZNyTvVkG7xFdOQmRJ3ZelPolw8wyN1EG9xcrA_fK2A4B_OB4viAIDKZzyh-yn6J0JIfusZSIKy6KjkhTqEkMssp9fAyoTGzgWSyXXZfQEtUZPZg2ky0rBuej6ulQwp4w_XMReMm76jw6MNprOnHgSx/s2461/artandkits-foto802.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2461" data-original-width="1847" height="766" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBHGnFcVz38TUV4-liG0Y8SaFZFWfvna6uHBZNyTvVkG7xFdOQmRJ3ZelPolw8wyN1EG9xcrA_fK2A4B_OB4viAIDKZzyh-yn6J0JIfusZSIKy6KjkhTqEkMssp9fAyoTGzgWSyXXZfQEtUZPZg2ky0rBuej6ulQwp4w_XMReMm76jw6MNprOnHgSx/w574-h766/artandkits-foto802.jpg" width="574" /></a></div><blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><p><span style="color: #351c75;">"Pause: A necessary meeting with the Inner Universe where all the energy to move forward comes from!" (Betty Cires).</span></p></blockquote><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>There's nothing better to lift your spirits than a meditative practice, which for me is essential... musical yoga!</b><br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">I choose a theme... I take a deep breath, a dozen times, while listening to it... and if I don't fall asleep while swinging... at least it always makes me feel more resigned to my next assignment... :-))</span></div><div><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion for today... </span></b><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/7rJfU1A6cxs" target="_blank"><u>Alexia Chellum</u> - The Power Is Here Now</a>.</span></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>I'm going to leave the blog, in zen mode, for a while, while I continue with another step of repairs and home modifications. </b></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>This mild, dry weather is so suitable for this kind of tasks... that it simply cannot be wasted.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>I'll be back as soon as I can... until then!</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Photos by Ana Freire.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJLDnW2mzp2DVDWsWLKrvR17riokcLoxsgmw5XUyNekXuLemq1u0fP_ZKTR1Ribl_38aZKjxQMTnhMuNELiag9_k-9-bJ05LSfYRSDi3sCkiuff65Rsi5Kt-vSeLfdp6KAo3MGg38dfXbyiCa_GxBUoteT7dFPlAL92DO1hfbQbmG1DsWodba1kIf/s2546/artandkits-foto803.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1910" data-original-width="2546" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJLDnW2mzp2DVDWsWLKrvR17riokcLoxsgmw5XUyNekXuLemq1u0fP_ZKTR1Ribl_38aZKjxQMTnhMuNELiag9_k-9-bJ05LSfYRSDi3sCkiuff65Rsi5Kt-vSeLfdp6KAo3MGg38dfXbyiCa_GxBUoteT7dFPlAL92DO1hfbQbmG1DsWodba1kIf/w640-h480/artandkits-foto803.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com114tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-91927539744643952882023-04-26T11:30:00.002+01:002023-04-26T13:07:48.034+01:00Inspiring drops...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de flores. / Flower photos.<br /></span></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial;"><b>Cada pingo de poesia, reforça o nosso caudal de fé, de esperança e de entendimento, neste nosso árido e insensato mundo...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/bHjUqAxSQrA" target="_blank"><u>Berg</u> - Chuva</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial;">Fotos de Jorge Gonçalves e Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>"Quando poesia:</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>sou orvalho que</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>evapora,</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>semente aquosa,</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>a evoluir-se</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>em nuvens prenhas.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>De verso em verso,</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>a poesia vai gritando,</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>silenciosa.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>De pingo em pingo</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>me tornando chuva."</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>(Betonicou, de seu blogue... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://bybetonicou.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Curvas, Rectas e Esquinas</a></u>).</span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0VE5BshE4hEN5CbFCplQVb_dOMR6RWEa-2_GEMHXNSZAP83FXOZbXA_hdCP_WolzrixOyBHMx0TIrjmi_tcKc_3QTc72jIQQVGwEuv4zHX6cdZzIAxFp0238Sw2SZ_usEoY35Y5-Vu8XUDXXb1Ujadrj1GHnmFW18o9ozrhfLm8zNiRgiENzVWwjs/s4343/artandkits-foto800.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3258" data-original-width="4343" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0VE5BshE4hEN5CbFCplQVb_dOMR6RWEa-2_GEMHXNSZAP83FXOZbXA_hdCP_WolzrixOyBHMx0TIrjmi_tcKc_3QTc72jIQQVGwEuv4zHX6cdZzIAxFp0238Sw2SZ_usEoY35Y5-Vu8XUDXXb1Ujadrj1GHnmFW18o9ozrhfLm8zNiRgiENzVWwjs/w640-h480/artandkits-foto800.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><b><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;">"While poetry:</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;">I am dew which</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;">evaporates,</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;">watery seed,</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;">evolving</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;">under thick clouds.</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;">From verse to verse,</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;">poetry goes screaming,</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;">silently.</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;">From drop to drop</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;">it rains within me ."</span></i></b></div><div><div><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia;"><i>(Betonicou, from his blog... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://bybetonicou.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Curvas, Rectas e Esquinas</a></u>).</span></i></span></b></div></div><div><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial;"><b>Every drop of poetry reinforces our flow of faith, hope and understanding, in this arid and foolish world of ours...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><b><span><span style="font-family: arial;">Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion for today... </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/bHjUqAxSQrA" target="_blank"><u>Berg</u> - Chuva</a>.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial;">Photos by Jorge Gonçalves and Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8AJzHNhfIH8zXhfHMF-THE7bim_Ve7XAkzv9WPRRh5ymG_zHFf84OyzVrmrcJAZP7CDUBqAWsLRFQ2kq4-vUxJSwVHKnZYUaabCJtF1xV9xImo0aumNlUYBVnDwUrDUVXrQ5EdUU9XDxtcFj8AFf6gwcENSNXB8PZO-jyLAJBc7CstS0KxZYN7g4/s2541/artandkits-foto774.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1905" data-original-width="2541" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8AJzHNhfIH8zXhfHMF-THE7bim_Ve7XAkzv9WPRRh5ymG_zHFf84OyzVrmrcJAZP7CDUBqAWsLRFQ2kq4-vUxJSwVHKnZYUaabCJtF1xV9xImo0aumNlUYBVnDwUrDUVXrQ5EdUU9XDxtcFj8AFf6gwcENSNXB8PZO-jyLAJBc7CstS0KxZYN7g4/w640-h480/artandkits-foto774.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com122tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-9648691827198885662023-04-11T11:00:00.004+01:002023-04-11T11:54:58.437+01:00Life gets more flavor... with a glass nearby!<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de paisagem humanizada. / Humanized landscape photos.<br />Selfies.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial;"><b>Um bom vinho, descobre-se não tanto pela marca... mas sobretudo, pela qualidade dos amigos com quem o partilhamos...</b></span></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/ZwIz7hIyooc" target="_blank"><u>Marito Marques feat. Ruben Lameira</u> - Tinto Tanto Quanto Canto</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>"Bebo o vinho da loucura</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">Erguendo bem alto a taça.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">Se o tempo passa ou não passa</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">Postergo à data futura.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">Para pensar e, à altura,</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">O meu pensar ultrapassa</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">O futuro, com a graça</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">De uma visão baça e escura.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">Depois de turvada a mente</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">O meu ser ébrio se sente</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">Semicego - um aprendiz.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">E o aprendiz simplesmente,</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">Por ser ingénuo, é um crente</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">Ser ente eterno e feliz."</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>(Laerte Tavares, de seu blogue... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="http://silolirico.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Silo Lírico - Literatura</a></u>).</span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBUOfrIH9zjNnqHgvQQ3ewcwSS9GGgeobTTlwa9m24SKSfhGCvcDKylrcZKFum4pkJl-uSURtnjnrFxTH4fzKgl5iFTuKViO7wKcftgb2ja4yFo9Ij3AaQxzw_rUiTarJSInzF2hyFenxtn9fcSDLgWuKNhyvaTOP81SiU74jmQpd4ZHUl0c71cgo/s2502/artandkits-foto793.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2502" data-original-width="1877" height="814" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBUOfrIH9zjNnqHgvQQ3ewcwSS9GGgeobTTlwa9m24SKSfhGCvcDKylrcZKFum4pkJl-uSURtnjnrFxTH4fzKgl5iFTuKViO7wKcftgb2ja4yFo9Ij3AaQxzw_rUiTarJSInzF2hyFenxtn9fcSDLgWuKNhyvaTOP81SiU74jmQpd4ZHUl0c71cgo/w600-h814/artandkits-foto793.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><br /></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">"I drink the wine of madness</span></i></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">Raising the glass real high.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">If time passes or does not pass</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">In doubt, I postpone to a coming time.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>When I think, at the time,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>My thoughts go beyond</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>The future, viewd with the grace</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>From a dull and dark place.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><b><i><div>After clouding the mind</div><div>My drunken being feels</div><div>As an apprentice - semi-blind.</div><div><br /></div></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">And the apprentice,</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>Naively believes</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>To be an eternal and happy presence</i></b></span></span><b><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;">."</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>(Laerte Tavares, from his blog... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="http://silolirico.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Silo Lírico - Literatura</a></u>).</span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial;"><b>A good wine is found not so much by the brand... but above all, by the quality of the friends with whom we share it...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial;">Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion, for today... </span></span></b><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/ZwIz7hIyooc" target="_blank"><u>Marito Marques feat. Ruben Lameira</u> - Tinto Tanto Quanto Canto</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial;">Photos by Ana Freire.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEharEsvHgunNxtKc2AkndzFID2TCmn8dOZLObGaxJo6bAJf1qaJieNtUXb8Ax3y5R_WQqlBuRJgy8wifl6tq8tdkPJyRto7VDaTzczWp6vNhHR7TbmpqLEM9Sp1eG91v8Rs2kSc918tUf3uvX-BqWllGDhnpROJbxVA0w-B-yjmlWMuNicsOxZuwdJw/s2493/artandkits-foto790.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2493" data-original-width="1870" height="774" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEharEsvHgunNxtKc2AkndzFID2TCmn8dOZLObGaxJo6bAJf1qaJieNtUXb8Ax3y5R_WQqlBuRJgy8wifl6tq8tdkPJyRto7VDaTzczWp6vNhHR7TbmpqLEM9Sp1eG91v8Rs2kSc918tUf3uvX-BqWllGDhnpROJbxVA0w-B-yjmlWMuNicsOxZuwdJw/w580-h774/artandkits-foto790.jpg" width="580" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></span></b></div></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com136tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-91585925762864627002023-03-20T17:30:00.004+00:002023-04-09T19:40:26.452+01:00Revival of hopes...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de paisagem natural. / Natural landscape photos.<br />Fotos de objectos. / Objects in photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial;"><b>Quando o que nos emociona, se deixa ver, sob a forma de pétalas, aromas e num despertar de mil cores... é porque chegou a Primavera, com o seu optimismo semeado em todas as flores!</b></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/yWrJDQooyw8" target="_blank"><u>Tim Janis</u> - Spring Blossom</a>.</span></span></b></div><span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-weight: bold;"><blockquote style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">"Olhei a vida pelas lentes das flores e, dentro de mim, floresceu um jardim de esperança." (Dell Delambre, numa belíssima partilha da Chica, de seus blogues... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="http://ceuepalavras.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Céus e Palavras</a></u>... <u><a href="http://fincandoraizes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Fincando Raízes</a></u>... e... <u><a href="https://duascabecase.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Duas cabeças e o Tempo</a></u>).</span></span></i></blockquote><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="font-size: large;">Votos de uma feliz Primavera para todos, e de uma doce e tranquila Páscoa!</span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Voltarei algures durante a próxima semana, após a substituição do meu router... pois o meu sinal de Net, já teve bem melhores dias... :-))</span></span></p></b><b style="font-weight: bold;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWyJE5xLKK7_cUqqASxdCadLNTVgALdIF-YHqxc5qrtndreI0HWRvBW8UXjOX5Uy1Kdly7LmIXv3zZO0LadrDOQeo0aYFbsfqPHL7RTDLEVoDGXQjmHde2djBn2R9ty0pwPRf19tGW94yOFkWfoCJsoH97NO9ERBE7Z52OZmaHHweE4i5HuId3K4cD/s2566/artandkits-foto798.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1924" data-original-width="2566" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWyJE5xLKK7_cUqqASxdCadLNTVgALdIF-YHqxc5qrtndreI0HWRvBW8UXjOX5Uy1Kdly7LmIXv3zZO0LadrDOQeo0aYFbsfqPHL7RTDLEVoDGXQjmHde2djBn2R9ty0pwPRf19tGW94yOFkWfoCJsoH97NO9ERBE7Z52OZmaHHweE4i5HuId3K4cD/w640-h480/artandkits-foto798.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #741b47;">When what move us is visible, in the form of petals, scents and in an awakening of a thousand colors... it's because Spring has arrived, with its optimism sown in all the flowers!<br />Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion for today... </span><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/yWrJDQooyw8" target="_blank"><u>Tim Janis</u> - Spring Blossom</a>.</span></span></b></div></b><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Photos by Ana Freire.</span></div><div><blockquote style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="color: #38761d;">"I looked at life through the lens of flowers and, within me, a garden of hope blossomed."</span><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d;">(Dell Delambre, in a beautiful sharing from Chica, from her blogs... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="http://ceuepalavras.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Céus e Palavras</a></u>... <u><a href="http://fincandoraizes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Fincando Raízes</a></u>... and... <u><a href="https://duascabecase.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Duas cabeças e o Tempo</a></u>).</span></span></i></span></blockquote><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">I wish you all a happy Spring, and a sweet and peaceful Easter!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial;"><b>I'll</b></span><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial;"><b> be back sometime next week</b></span></span><b style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial;">, after replacing my router... because my Net signal has seen much better days... :-))</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBwADHR5pSmU5glzIWnAPcC-BK9TOSx-RXl_nW2Mgc1Nfaio31vBtFld1o10kuVRM01usL-2hgEqD4LQRWU981AOfwOC_2znlYXIoqfyej_6JIgE67iv4Tl_fuqd-hPvXxm2opFuwSNz5UxQA6EBA4QZc34dKVjuQR6zL5py7S-AvVwNomy4YE_EG5/s2533/artandkits-foto799.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2533" data-original-width="1901" height="833" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBwADHR5pSmU5glzIWnAPcC-BK9TOSx-RXl_nW2Mgc1Nfaio31vBtFld1o10kuVRM01usL-2hgEqD4LQRWU981AOfwOC_2znlYXIoqfyej_6JIgE67iv4Tl_fuqd-hPvXxm2opFuwSNz5UxQA6EBA4QZc34dKVjuQR6zL5py7S-AvVwNomy4YE_EG5/w611-h833/artandkits-foto799.jpg" width="611" /></a></div><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p></div></div></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com175tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-52853747725625355712023-03-07T09:00:00.001+00:002023-03-07T09:00:00.290+00:00Perfect moments...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de paisagem humanizada. / Humanized landscape photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;">Um espaço inviolável... de reconfortante e transitória permanência.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;">Assim são os momentos perfeitos... para serem saboreados com uma banda sonora à altura, de preferência...</span></b></div><b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/icJjlg5e6l8" target="_blank"><u>Bruce Springsteen</u> - Hello Sunshine</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;">Fotos de Jorge Gonçalves e Ana Freire.</span></b></div></span></b></div><blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: georgia;">"Felicidade é: sentir que o sol que ilumina a alma é mais forte que o sol que brilha no céu." (Joni Baltar).</span></i></b></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF524bRZvwdWOdrM_svT7U-bryj6k1l4aFON2M1vJ7mvpf0xi5exmCV_MtvyvloSX-mWzjqefSZI9NNNO78fjaeIScb3YH6odbkxLYT7sCamZnYIYCxP5bDBkjacrXsbu5PS7SSYzcNAi2nC4GrNpkTtK3CuZWVex647kc8T74QBYQVfXRDMXgYazX/s4517/artandkits-foto797.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3389" data-original-width="4517" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF524bRZvwdWOdrM_svT7U-bryj6k1l4aFON2M1vJ7mvpf0xi5exmCV_MtvyvloSX-mWzjqefSZI9NNNO78fjaeIScb3YH6odbkxLYT7sCamZnYIYCxP5bDBkjacrXsbu5PS7SSYzcNAi2nC4GrNpkTtK3CuZWVex647kc8T74QBYQVfXRDMXgYazX/w640-h480/artandkits-foto797.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: georgia;">"Happiness is: feeling that the sun that illuminates the soul is stronger than the sun that shines in the sky." (Joni Baltar).</span></i></b></p></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial;">An inviolable space... of comforting and transitory permanence.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial;">That is how the perfect moments feel like... to be enjoyed preferably </span></b><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial;"><b>with the most appropriate soundtrack</b></span></span><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial;">...</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion for today... </b><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/icJjlg5e6l8" target="_blank"><u>Bruce Springsteen</u> - Hello Sunshine</a>.</span></span></b></div></span></b><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Photos by Jorge Gonçalves and Ana Freire.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHWHrmoSY-wZXn1767MSc-vhLlskIPW2C3GRmDs797hu3EP_zyxfcvNsyS_gIheD5AdHWmbC-TyfNQBC6-5HDDRFXdIu8bk3k7Qnky8ezWP8kofkxxQl2_8tObBSSqBLmFwOIS2up0X0bRgHH7wRT3c3WbjOg418gkR4soU1Cieel2RbfWGNbyD5z/s2521/artandkits-foto796.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2521" data-original-width="1890" height="834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHWHrmoSY-wZXn1767MSc-vhLlskIPW2C3GRmDs797hu3EP_zyxfcvNsyS_gIheD5AdHWmbC-TyfNQBC6-5HDDRFXdIu8bk3k7Qnky8ezWP8kofkxxQl2_8tObBSSqBLmFwOIS2up0X0bRgHH7wRT3c3WbjOg418gkR4soU1Cieel2RbfWGNbyD5z/w626-h834/artandkits-foto796.jpg" width="626" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div></span></b></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com128tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-42949638494747427092023-02-20T10:30:00.009+00:002023-02-20T12:32:51.754+00:00Picking the best!...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de edifícios e monumentos. / Buildings and monuments in photos.</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos do litoral. / Sea coast photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;">Mais um dia tão normal, quanto único, incerto, e apetrechado de infinitas possibilidades.</span></b></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Haverá infinitos maiores do que outros... ainda assim, nada se sabendo sobre o que o dia de amanhã nos reservará... que tal tentarmos ser felizes, colhendo o melhor do hoje, que conseguirmos para nós... ou talvez sentirmo-nos felizes por podermos contribuir um pouco, para a recuperação do bem estar de outros?</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Como sabem, o pior desastre natural na Europa, do presente século, ocorreu no passado dia 6 de Fevereiro. Deixo-vos em seguida, três links, para onde ajuda poderá ser canalizada aos sobreviventes, para quem a normalidade dos dias, ainda demorará uma infinidade a ser restabelecida:</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"><u><a href="https://donativos.unicef.pt/campanha/terramoto-siria-turquia/" target="_blank">UNICEF</a></u></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"><u><a href="https://msf.org.pt/artigos/terramoto-na-siria-e-na-turquia-o-que-a-msf-esta-a-fazer/" target="_blank">Médicos Sem Fronteiras</a></u></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"><u><a href="https://ahbap.org/" target="_blank">AHBAP -Turquia</a></u></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Termino, deixando o link com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/eLjVRKabXIU" target="_blank"><u>Frankie Chavez</u> - Cheguei Bem</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></b></div></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">"Desejo-te um dia feliz, e fico inerte.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">A retribuição, não obrigatória, que não chega.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Os passos, que se prolongam pelo silêncio</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Da caminhada, ressoam a despedida.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Gela-me um pensamento glacial,</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Nesta época seca e de degelo.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Aperta-se o meu peito, já apertado.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Será que podes não acreditar em mim?</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Como pode, alguém, ter um dia feliz,</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Nas incertezas de um tempo triste e dúbio?</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Mas, quem nos iria supor nesta condição?</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Quem diria que a guerra ainda existe?</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Que batalhões de vírus nos espreitam?</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Ainda assim, desejo-te um dia feliz,</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">O que mais me poderia desejar?"</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">(Henrique Caldeira dos Santos, do blogue... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://aurorar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Aurorar</a></u>).</span></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghP4AOOOpxSVKFywPwVvPpz00z3CG1UNLG_hq9GOAp3HT5aqhP1YTvdQrzKRFp_cAyaLzaOvnFFC8QhI2GSRl-R3E_ekV543P4CI5GuIYhHuXJCX-gXD-guRg8--qZD-LgYzxk__BuvVI2RHIms6kSHZk_Mj4XXZ5tuJ3hH8FugJIUeHDVb18SyXd-/s2504/artandkits-foto794.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1877" data-original-width="2504" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghP4AOOOpxSVKFywPwVvPpz00z3CG1UNLG_hq9GOAp3HT5aqhP1YTvdQrzKRFp_cAyaLzaOvnFFC8QhI2GSRl-R3E_ekV543P4CI5GuIYhHuXJCX-gXD-guRg8--qZD-LgYzxk__BuvVI2RHIms6kSHZk_Mj4XXZ5tuJ3hH8FugJIUeHDVb18SyXd-/w640-h480/artandkits-foto794.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">"I wish you a happy day, and I am left run out of action.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">The retribution, not required, which doesn't come.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">The steps, which linger through the silence</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">From the walk resound to farewell.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">An icy thought freezes me,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>In this dry and thaw season.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>My chest tightens, already tight.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>Could you not believe me?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>How can anyone have a happy day,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>In the uncertainties of a sad and dubious time?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>But, who would suppose us in this condition?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>Who would have thought that war still exists?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>That battalions of viruses await for us?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>Even so, I wish you a happy day,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b>What more could I wish for myself?"</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">(Henrique Caldeira dos Santos, from the blog... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://aurorar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Aurorar</a></u>).</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Another day as normal as it is unique, uncertain and equipped with infinite possibilities.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">There are infinities greater than others... even so, knowing nothing about what tomorrow will bring... how about we try to be happy, picking the best of today that we can get for ourselves... </span></b><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #073763;"><b>or perhaps feeling rejoiced for contributing a little to the recovery of the well-being of others</b></span></span><b><span style="color: #073763;">?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #073763;">As you all know, the worst natural disaster of this century in Europe, occurred on the 6th of February last. I leave you three links below, where help can be channeled to the survivors, for whom the normality of the days will still take an infinity to be restored:</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763;"><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"><u><a href="https://donativos.unicef.pt/campanha/terramoto-siria-turquia/" target="_blank">UNICEF</a></u></span></div><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"><u><a href="https://msf.org.pt/artigos/terramoto-na-siria-e-na-turquia-o-que-a-msf-esta-a-fazer/" target="_blank">Doctors Without Borders - Portugal</a></u></span></div><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"><u><a href="https://ahbap.org/" target="_blank">AHBAP - Türkiye</a></u></span></div><div style="color: black; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: black; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Finally, here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion for today... </span></b><b><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/eLjVRKabXIU" target="_blank"><u>Frankie Chavez</u> - Cheguei Bem</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Photos by Ana Freire.</span></b></div></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixUFz8iuHYqR9gczb-h8KCUj5XkiBTzlvWgNSXBGF-JieQ-XfSvzcKqPMFq0EMWYuK230Vln2oWvm37dnkxBvY6p4PYGXQayswCMPSHBn71OGan5s0ZNFAEB9c7WkH0EPbj9f8Nm5EJnSBjyzYbPk3_XXTOkZvHS1Ifs1ikyvmi1OhXO6CU4YZi3I/s2524/artandkits-foto795.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1893" data-original-width="2524" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixUFz8iuHYqR9gczb-h8KCUj5XkiBTzlvWgNSXBGF-JieQ-XfSvzcKqPMFq0EMWYuK230Vln2oWvm37dnkxBvY6p4PYGXQayswCMPSHBn71OGan5s0ZNFAEB9c7WkH0EPbj9f8Nm5EJnSBjyzYbPk3_XXTOkZvHS1Ifs1ikyvmi1OhXO6CU4YZi3I/w640-h480/artandkits-foto795.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></div></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com134tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-5153219073727758742023-02-06T13:00:00.001+00:002023-02-06T13:00:00.237+00:00Last pawn standing!...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de edifícios e monumentos. / Buildings and monuments in photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;">Seja qual for o período da História em que ocorram... todas as guerras são teias bem urdidas, que nos mostram as vias de entrada para as mesmas, mas jamais os caminhos de saída. Com a ilusão de protecção... enredam-se consciências, para que se evite sair precocemente, deste estado de coisas, uma vez iniciado... enquanto se perdem vidas, bens... e sobretudo, progressos e valores civilizacionais...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><b>As guerras só acabam... quando faltam armas ou soldados... quando a paz, acena com uma vantagem económica, superior à decorrente da manutenção de uma economia de guerra... quando as condições de segurança estão asseguradas, para um dos lados, nitidamente em vantagem... ou para todas as partes envolvidas, e neste caso, sob a forma de conversações de paz.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><b>No entretanto... os peões morrem ou matam, em nome de um jogo... que não sendo por eles decidido, deles se serve... até ao último peão em jogo.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;">Aqui vos deixo o link, em seguida, com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/RiLgp0EGdU8" target="_blank"><u>Ludovico Einaudi</u> - Experience</a>.</span></span></b></div></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #073763;">Fotos de Jorge Gonçalves e Ana Freire.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">"De súbito,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">fecharam-se todas as portas.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">O mesmo aconteceu com as janelas.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">O estranho acontecimento,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">nada o deteve.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">E não eram portas e janelas</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">deste ou daquele, nem mesmo apenas</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">as das casas de famílias enlutadas.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">Todas elas se fechavam</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">ao ritmo</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">e ao som</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">de uma música estranha, imparável,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">embora com distintos</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">começos e andamentos.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">A ordem,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">para que o céu não se cobrisse de nuvens</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">dentro dos lares,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">ninguém a deu, foi ditada</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">pelos estrondos cada vez mais próximos.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">As flores de cada jardim</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">ficaram submersas,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">de esperanças fuziladas</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">por cogumelos, torturas e violações.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">Os sobressaltados inquilinos</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">procuraram abrigo debaixo do chão</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">em casas sem portas e janelas.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">Barbaramente,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">houve uma porta, apenas uma,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">que recebeu a maldita ordem</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">para não se fechar:</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">a porta do céu,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">para que as bombas pudessem cair</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">como chuva aleatória, e as almas,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">dos seus inertes corpos separadas,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">subir à derradeira morada."</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">(Jaime Portela, de seu blogue... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://riosemmargenspoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Rio Sem Margens</a></u>).</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXcQ8DWdhAkz6OXQLyamRJ5KRjtDlnYtsVEptUKbqRj22zbIIoRoUEKImms-KzSH6XgX9aeUcWHzaQWIZCR_UwNfDmRDa_0bOmBTVh0Z87fF9zj7KLUMPRT1gtngmj2u7nvkb4WOwHPFklmYb5zxMuUG4hAWj2xlDyNH4VRVhzLtfZjzWIb1nV-6Ia/s4316/artandkits-foto791.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4316" data-original-width="3223" height="809" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXcQ8DWdhAkz6OXQLyamRJ5KRjtDlnYtsVEptUKbqRj22zbIIoRoUEKImms-KzSH6XgX9aeUcWHzaQWIZCR_UwNfDmRDa_0bOmBTVh0Z87fF9zj7KLUMPRT1gtngmj2u7nvkb4WOwHPFklmYb5zxMuUG4hAWj2xlDyNH4VRVhzLtfZjzWIb1nV-6Ia/w590-h809/artandkits-foto791.jpg" width="590" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;"><div>"Suddenly,</div><div>all the doors were closed.</div><div>The same happened with the windows.</div><div>The strange event,</div><div>could not be stopped.</div><div>And it wasn't doors and windows</div><div>of this one or that one, not even just</div><div> of those in the homes of bereaved families.</div><div>They all closed</div><div>to the rhythm</div><div>and to the sound</div><div>of a strange, unstoppable music,</div><div>although with distinct</div><div>beginnings and progressions.</div><div>The order,</div><div>so that the sky could not be covered with clouds</div><div>inside homes,</div><div>no one gave it, it was dictated</div><div>by the ever closer rumbles.</div><div>The flowers of every garden</div><div>were submerged,</div><div>of gunned down hopes</div><div>by mushrooms, torture and rape.</div><div>The frightened tenants</div><div>searched for shelter under the ground</div><div>in houses without doors and windows.</div><div>Barbarously,</div><div>there was one door, just one,</div><div>who received the damn order</div><div>not to close:</div><div>heaven's door,</div><div>so that the bombs could fall</div><div>like random rain, and souls,</div><div>of their inert bodies separated,</div><div>could ascend to the last abode."</div></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">(Jaime Portela, from his blog... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="https://riosemmargenspoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Rio Sem Margens</a></u>).</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><b>Whatever the period of History in which they occur... all wars are </b></span></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><b>well-woven webs</b></span></span><b style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;">, which show us the entry ways to them, but never the ways out. With the illusion of protection... consciences are entangled, so as to avoid premature exit from this state of things, once started... while lives, goods... and above all, progress and civilizational values are lost...</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><b>Wars only end... when there is a lack of weapons or soldiers... when peace offers an economic advantage, superior to that resulting from the maintenance of a war economy... when security conditions are assured, for one side, clearly in advantage... or to all parties envolved, and in this case, in the form of peace talks.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><b>In the meanwhile... pawns die or kill, in the name of a game... which not being decided by them, uses them... until the last pawn standing.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span style="color: #073763; font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763;"><span><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion for today... </b></span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/RiLgp0EGdU8" target="_blank"><u>Ludovico Einaudi</u> - Experience</a>.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>Photos by Jorge Gonçalves and Ana Freire.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ch8KWQeWKIZoPxi4rfAt2go5pwjmwGlcEsUB5djEk8k2aJt8vYa7eXkD0BROKP3T98lUu0D0EWETiPYbpIGHElMQY4Vqcnj96Ux9uAUT2wdkPqa8CP1io_0ppuvZBprS_C3mfw_tifPE28YV0664zxz5qF6dXEgq_HSa_g5QG39-eGQNCH9aSxxT/s2507/artandkits-foto792.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2507" data-original-width="1880" height="823" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ch8KWQeWKIZoPxi4rfAt2go5pwjmwGlcEsUB5djEk8k2aJt8vYa7eXkD0BROKP3T98lUu0D0EWETiPYbpIGHElMQY4Vqcnj96Ux9uAUT2wdkPqa8CP1io_0ppuvZBprS_C3mfw_tifPE28YV0664zxz5qF6dXEgq_HSa_g5QG39-eGQNCH9aSxxT/w592-h823/artandkits-foto792.jpg" width="592" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span></span></b></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com119tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-89665953334476439892023-01-17T21:30:00.003+00:002023-01-19T20:58:40.962+00:00Somethimg to remember...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de edifícios e monumentos. / Buildings and monuments in photos.<br />Fotos de flores. / Flower photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>A memória, é a janela que nos permite distinguir com maior nitidez, o valor de cada momento.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Aqui fica o link, com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/O-aavAlSYgc" target="_blank"><u>Elvis Presley</u> - Can´t Help Falling in Love</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">"Agora, neste flagrante momento da memória,</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">recordo o teu vestido branco</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">estampado de malmequeres.</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">O dia abria-se sempre inteiro no teu corpo,</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">onde a adolescência ainda breve te concedia</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">a leveza das crianças e dos pássaros.</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">Sei que é primavera quando os teus cabelos</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">esvoaçam no desalinho da lembrança</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">e o grito das flores irrompe das árvores</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">em que baloiçavas com alegria.</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">Sei o teu nome porque danças sobre o meu nome.</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">Sei onde moras porque o coração estremece</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">quando te pressinto."</span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">(Graça Pires, de seu blogue... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="http://ortografiadoolhar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Ortografia do Olhar</a></u>).</span></span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiz16JgzcUipf1SCbOdqGb0r1qGX7TtbfeE9VQ1y6WMccVYsAjopWrSAUB04nQXJZ3GQj1y9riMsrEiSkYRYGFCViermYKPm1msYpCBxhtvZYjJowMBN6WH80DEI8mGHWN6Vpu2CcNAfGdY2VBadib_ec7Bt_qHNzq_QQPn8JhaTwnO-5JToY4XYeF/s2545/artandkits-foto789.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1909" data-original-width="2545" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiz16JgzcUipf1SCbOdqGb0r1qGX7TtbfeE9VQ1y6WMccVYsAjopWrSAUB04nQXJZ3GQj1y9riMsrEiSkYRYGFCViermYKPm1msYpCBxhtvZYjJowMBN6WH80DEI8mGHWN6Vpu2CcNAfGdY2VBadib_ec7Bt_qHNzq_QQPn8JhaTwnO-5JToY4XYeF/w640-h480/artandkits-foto789.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #38761d;">"Now, in this glaring moment of memory,</span></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #38761d;">I remember your white dress</span></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #38761d;">with a marigold print.</span></div><div><b><span style="color: #38761d;">The day always opened wide on your body,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #38761d;">where the still-brief adolescence granted you</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #38761d;">the lightness of children and birds.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #38761d;">I know it's spring when your hair</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #38761d;">flutters in the mismatch of memory</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #38761d;">and the cry of flowers bursts from the trees</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #38761d;">on which you swayed happily.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #38761d;">I know your name because you dance above my name.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #38761d;">I know where you live because my heart trembles</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #38761d;">when I feel you."</span></b></div><div><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal;"><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: georgia;">(Graça Pires, from her blog... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="http://ortografiadoolhar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Ortografia do Olhar</a></u>).</span></span></i></b></div><div><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Memory is the window that allows us to distinguish more clearly the value of each moment.</b></span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span><span style="font-family: arial;">Here it stays the link, with my musical suggestion for today... </span></span></b><b style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/O-aavAlSYgc" target="_blank"><u>Elvis Presley</u> - Can´t Help Falling in Love</a>.</span></b></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Photos by Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><span><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWnZFnxSvpiqwsYoyuTmgMkbOdrFEajjvj2Zgt8K1CufbH-TT4QVBEB7pzEimyioEsn2Ql8Wvl4qE-oHLetJ8ezhAFu3HVbErxaX7imwqS2sbmwUtwyhY-1Lk7xWP8dPZllIfYAww9v27lGEzcgNp8igor4g8KPTpSTyJHN_reBULnOeKCz5KJahX/s2525/artandkits-foto786.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1894" data-original-width="2525" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWnZFnxSvpiqwsYoyuTmgMkbOdrFEajjvj2Zgt8K1CufbH-TT4QVBEB7pzEimyioEsn2Ql8Wvl4qE-oHLetJ8ezhAFu3HVbErxaX7imwqS2sbmwUtwyhY-1Lk7xWP8dPZllIfYAww9v27lGEzcgNp8igor4g8KPTpSTyJHN_reBULnOeKCz5KJahX/w640-h480/artandkits-foto786.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><span><br /></span></b></div></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com140tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-19706905383575191792023-01-05T17:30:00.001+00:002023-01-05T17:30:00.238+00:00As long as there are winds and sea...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de paisagem humanizada. / Humanized landscape photos.<br />Fotos do litoral. / Sea coast photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: arial;">Enquanto houver ventos e mar, a gente irá continuar... e se não formos mais ligeiros... será porque chegaremos mais devagar!</span></b></div><span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #4c1130;">O que mais importa... é que cada um, saiba aproveitar, e consiga ao máximo apreciar, todas as possibilidades e fases, da sua rota!</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #4c1130;">Vamos lá, sem pressas... e em cada dia, procurar redescobrirmo-nos a nós mesmos... em qualidade e integridade!</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #4c1130;">Aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha primeira sugestão musical, deste ano... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/sIeNIzjZKQQ" target="_blank"><u>Homenagem a Jorge Palma (Rádio Comercial)</u> - A Gente Vai Continuar</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #4c1130;">Fotos de Jorge Gonçalves e Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #4c1130;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>"Não tenho pressa. Pressa de quê?</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>Não têm pressa o sol e a lua: estão certos.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>Ter pressa é crer que a gente passa adiante das pernas,</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>Ou que, dando um pulo, salta por cima da sombra.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>Não; não sei ter pressa.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>Se estendo o braço, chego exactamente aonde o meu braço chega --- </i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>Nem um centímetro mais longe.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>Toco só onde toco, não aonde penso.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>Só me posso sentar aonde estou.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>E isto faz rir como todas as verdades absolutamente verdadeiras,</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>Mas o que faz rir a valer é que nós pensamos sempre noutra coisa,</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>E vivemos vadios da nossa realidade.</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>E estamos sempre fora dela porque estamos aqui."</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>(Alberto Caeiro, in "Poemas Inconjuntos", Heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa).</i></span></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Feliz 2023, para todos!</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCvfHD5ucKiD2nHtmKSklS7tVBqQCBY4e4S1_iU2jQJP4nNnWrSGeIxaCWX2dpkrzlgMfF2nyBZGQ_IweT4VqzOghBn_eaYjZwzTIMvSs6eij-oej6YTNN1_sh2diptCLKhDII8F1e6IoynyRFRL8FZFYuqjxHjM4p-V9YiM25gOXxzqx3LKXJZGH/s5338/artandkits-foto788.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3002" data-original-width="5338" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCvfHD5ucKiD2nHtmKSklS7tVBqQCBY4e4S1_iU2jQJP4nNnWrSGeIxaCWX2dpkrzlgMfF2nyBZGQ_IweT4VqzOghBn_eaYjZwzTIMvSs6eij-oej6YTNN1_sh2diptCLKhDII8F1e6IoynyRFRL8FZFYuqjxHjM4p-V9YiM25gOXxzqx3LKXJZGH/w640-h360/artandkits-foto788.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>"I have no hurry. What for?</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i><div style="font-weight: bold;">The sun and the moon are in no hurry: and they are right.</div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><b>Being in a hurry is believing that we can pass ahead of our legs,</b></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><b>Or that, taking a leap, we can pass over our shadow.</b></div><div style="font-weight: bold;">No; I don't know how to hurry.</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">If I extend my arm, I reach exactly where my arm reaches ---</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">Not an inch further.</div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><b>I only touch where I touch, not where I think.</b></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><b>I can only sit down where I am.</b></div><div style="font-weight: bold;">And this makes one laugh like all absolutely true truths,</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">But what is really funny is that we are always thinking of something else,</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">And we live like vagrants from our reality.</div><div style="font-weight: bold;">And we're always out of it because we're here."</div></i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia;"><i>(Alberto Caeiro, in "Poemas Inconjuntos", Heteronym of Fernando Pessoa; my own translation).</i></span></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #4c1130;">As long as there are winds and sea, we will proceed... and if we don't go faster... we will be there later.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: arial;"><b>What matters most... is that each one knows how to enjoy, and might be able to fully appreciate, all the possibilities and stages of their own journey!</b></span></span></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;">Let's move on, with no hurry... trying each day, to rediscover ourselves... in quality and integrity!</b></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><b>Here I leave you the link, with my first musical suggestion, for this year... </b><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/sIeNIzjZKQQ" target="_blank"><u>Homenagem a Jorge Palma (Rádio Comercial)</u> - A Gente Vai Continuar</a>.</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #4c1130;">Photos by Jorge Gonçalves and Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Happy 2023, to you all!</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglN4Ld8BwJXSPOF0XbuDTBa2BA1SXitMAYckC9WEQu6CkqlxnVOHu3tCYygCbuiKHh6RkNMwpWdO3VxZPeKy3iu7XktNpnsw22mjTWbDc7UI24etxccbtBJZgUEZ1milOYD2QD2eWDosxt8A3Zn_fUXpHCpiM3sLfbJP7F8-dkPNwa7DQKTvxvtcOZ/s2503/artandkits-foto787.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2503" data-original-width="1877" height="809" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglN4Ld8BwJXSPOF0XbuDTBa2BA1SXitMAYckC9WEQu6CkqlxnVOHu3tCYygCbuiKHh6RkNMwpWdO3VxZPeKy3iu7XktNpnsw22mjTWbDc7UI24etxccbtBJZgUEZ1milOYD2QD2eWDosxt8A3Zn_fUXpHCpiM3sLfbJP7F8-dkPNwa7DQKTvxvtcOZ/w606-h809/artandkits-foto787.jpg" width="606" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com116tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-72166648611554383782022-12-19T11:00:00.004+00:002022-12-29T18:18:39.391+00:00Merry Christmas and a Happy 2023!...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de objectos. / Objects in photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Em clima de alvoroço bélico, climático, económico e energético... ainda mais do que o habitual... eis que por atribulados caminhos, chegámos a mais um Natal...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Que a noite de consoada, possa ser, por todos vós, e junto dos vossos, devidamente apreciada... em segurança, com alegria, harmonia, e esperança, de que a situação pelo mundo, no próximo Natal, já se apresente bem diferente, e em versão bastante melhorada!...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">E para que o espirito de Natais passados, não se desvaneça, nas recordações de Natais mais recentes, de menos boas memórias presentes, deixo-vos em seguida o seguinte link... <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/ucWmucr4guQ" target="_blank"><u>André Rieu</u> - Home For Christmas</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Feliz Natal para todos, com os nossos melhores desejos para 2023... com saúde e paz, no topo da lista!</span></b></span><b style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>"Um anjo imaginado,</i></span></b></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>um anjo dialéctico, actual,</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>ergueu a mão e disse: - É noite de Natal,</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>paz à imaginação!</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>E todo o ritual</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>que antecede o milagre habitual</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>perdeu a exaltação.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>Em vez de excelsos hinos de confiança</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>no mistério divino,</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>e de mirra, de incenso e oiro</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>derramados</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>no presépio vazio,</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>duas perguntas brancas, regeladas</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>como a neve que cai;</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>e breves como o vento</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>que entra por uma fresta, quezilento,</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>redemoinha e sai:</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>À volta da lareira</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>quantas almas se aquecem</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>fraternalmente?</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>Quantas desejam que o Menino venha,</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>ouvir humanamente</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>o lancinante crepitar da lenha?"</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="color: #990000;">(Miguel Torga, in "Poesia Completa", 1907 - 1995; numa belíssima partilha de Albino Santos, do blogue... <span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="http://as-polyedro.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">POLYEDRO</a></u>)</span></span><span style="font-size: large;">.</span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">F</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">e</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">s</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">t</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">a</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">s</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"> F</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">e</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">l</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">i</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">z</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">e</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">s</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">,</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"> p</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">a</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">r</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">a</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"> t</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">o</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">d</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">o</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">s</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">!</span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">V</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">o</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">l</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">t</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">a</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">r</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">e</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">m</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">o</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">s </span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">e</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">m </span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">m</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">e</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">a</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">d</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">o</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">s </span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">d</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">e </span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">J</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">a</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">n</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">e</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">i</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">r</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">o</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">.</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">.</span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_lC5CucwN5xGu-4jLNUnytHyt_ePsf0qaf2hg2BdWrTC6wMlRxlttMClOp30nQke8KQb_XC1mDApRziKeUVlaPGJDxoPFh0rYLO6DR7bVbEYFyLUfX7yQKhcdjtew5-2Ux0ULRn1oy2v0hapv35ILqJaa7z4jCU5isJEe24UY6BHHYVApuUpVbmg/s2503/artandkits-foto784.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2503" data-original-width="1877" height="826" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_lC5CucwN5xGu-4jLNUnytHyt_ePsf0qaf2hg2BdWrTC6wMlRxlttMClOp30nQke8KQb_XC1mDApRziKeUVlaPGJDxoPFh0rYLO6DR7bVbEYFyLUfX7yQKhcdjtew5-2Ux0ULRn1oy2v0hapv35ILqJaa7z4jCU5isJEe24UY6BHHYVApuUpVbmg/w620-h826/artandkits-foto784.jpg" width="620" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">"An imagined, actual angel,</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">a dialectical angel, before he could leave,</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">raised his hand and said, "It's Christmas Eve,</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">peace to the imagination!"</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">And all the expected ritual</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">which before the miracle is usual</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">lost the exaltation.</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">Instead of lofty hymns of confidence</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">in the divine mystery,</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">and myrrh, frankincense and gold</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">spilled</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">in the empty crib,</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">two white questions, frozen</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">like falling snow;</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">and brief as the wind</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">that enters through a crack, quarrelsome,</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">in a swirl and a blow:</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">Around the fireplace</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">how many souls warm themselves</span></i></div><div><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>fraternally</i></b></span><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">?</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">How many wish Baby Jesus could</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">come and listen humanly</span></i></div><div><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">the </span></i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b><i>excruciating</i></b></span><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"> crackle of the wood?"</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>(Miguel Torga, in "Poesia Completa"; 1907 - 1995, in a beautiful sharing from Albino Santos, from the blog... </i></span></b><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u><a href="http://as-polyedro.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">POLYEDRO</a></u></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">;</span> my own translation)</span></span><span>.</span></i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>In a climate of warlike, climatic, economic and energetic uproar... even more than usual... behold, through troubled paths, we reached another Christmas...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>May the Christmas Eve be, by all of you, and with yours, truly enjoyed... in safety, with joy, harmony and with the hope that the situation around the world, next Christmas, will already be very different</b></span></span><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>, and in a much improved version!...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>And so that the spirit of past and happy Christmases does not fade away, in the less good memories of the most recent Christmases, I leave you the following link... </b></span></span><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/ucWmucr4guQ" target="_blank"><u>André Rieu</u> - Home For Christmas</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Merry Christmas to you all, with our best wishes for 2023... with good health and peace at the top of the list!</b></span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Photos by Ana Freire.</span></div></div></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">H</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">a</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">p</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">p</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">y</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"> H</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">o</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">l</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">i</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">d</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">a</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">y</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">s</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">, </span><span style="color: #990000; 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font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div></span></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com172tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815355238175080902.post-64853530776188891552022-12-09T13:30:00.001+00:002022-12-09T13:30:00.210+00:00Paths of peace...<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos de objectos. / Objects in photos.</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Fotos da cidade. / City photos.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Ainda que, num clima de crescentes contestações, um pouco por todo o mundo, combinado com um cenário de guerra, demasiado próxima, esta quadra festiva não se mostre como as demais...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Que o espírito do Natal nos relembre, que debaixo do mesmo céu, que nos cobre... todos somos bastante iguais... e nos permita entender, que só pelos caminhos do entendimento e da paz, podemos e devemos prosseguir... para continuarmos a progredir... e até a existir.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;"><b>Que o espirito do Natal, nos relembre, que o mundo está sempre a tempo de, a todos os níveis, consigo mesmo e em cada um de nós, se reconciliar... assim estejamos dispostos a tentar!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">E aqui vos deixo o link, com a minha sugestão musical para hoje... </span></b><b style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/wCQL-JhMJNA" target="_blank"><u>Chris Rea</u> - Driving Home For Christmas (<u>Saxophone Cover by Juozas Kuraitis</u>)</a>.</span></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: arial;">Fotos de Ana Freire.</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>"espero que me calhe aquela fava</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>que é costume meter no bolo-rei:</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>quer dizer que o comi, que o partilhei</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>no natal com quem mais o partilhava</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>numa ordem das coisas cuja lei</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>de afectos e memória em nós se grava</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>nalgum lugar da alma e que destrava</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>tanta coisa sumida que, bem sei,</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>pela sua presença cristaliza</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>saudade e alegria em sons e brilhos, </i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>sabores, cores, luzes, estribilhos...</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>e até por quem nos falta então se irisa</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>na mais pobre semente a intensa dança</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>de tempo adulto e tempo de criança."</i></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><i>(Vasco Graça Moura, 1942 - 2014, in "O Retrato de Francisca Matroco e Outros Poemas").</i></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDT77T7hQQ0M1tuE2K_F0crEEx65wGBkVQmNVm5EaiZMvx3rr2e_XN0Szm-yM-3Ydv3v0bqgffppTeb8GOJObPqOp1wg9JHIakjTbdNWC63rF_JFb9_rXQ6UhuCFnLbnGyUx9XEAXGzYDLQv-Mj0UdAfhRcz4953bOn-2ayUHvmQaj1774GRLOBVK/s2554/artandkits-foto780.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2554" data-original-width="1916" height="830" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDT77T7hQQ0M1tuE2K_F0crEEx65wGBkVQmNVm5EaiZMvx3rr2e_XN0Szm-yM-3Ydv3v0bqgffppTeb8GOJObPqOp1wg9JHIakjTbdNWC63rF_JFb9_rXQ6UhuCFnLbnGyUx9XEAXGzYDLQv-Mj0UdAfhRcz4953bOn-2ayUHvmQaj1774GRLOBVK/w604-h830/artandkits-foto780.jpg" width="604" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">"I hope I get the broad bean</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><div><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">one that is usual to be put in the kings' cake:</span></i></div><div><div><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">it means me and all mine are fine and awake</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">and that I shared with them another Christmas scene</span></i></div></div></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">in an order of things whose law</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><div>of affections and memory in us is engraved</div><div>somewhere in the soul are always saved</div><div>so many things missing that, I well know,</div></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">by its presence crystallizes</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">nostalgia and joy in sounds and sparkles,</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">flavors, colors, refrains, lights...</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">and even for the absent it irises</span></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">in the poorest seed the intense dance</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><b>from adult time with a child's glance</b></span><b>."</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia; font-weight: 700;"><i>(Vasco Graça Moura, 1942 - 2014, in "O Retrato de Francisca Matroco e Outros Poemas", my own translation).</i></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Even if this is not a Christmas like the others... in an atmosphere of growing disputes, all over the world, combined with a war scenario, much to near...</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">May the Christmas spirit remind us, that under the same sky, which covers us... we all are pretty much the same as well... and allow us to understand, that only through the paths of understanding and peace, we can and must choose to proceed... for us to continue to progress... and even to exist.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">May the spirit of Christmas remind us, that the world is always in time to reconcile with itself, and in each of us, at all levels, in the blink of an eye... as long as we are willing to try!</span></b></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">And the link to my musical suggestion for today, here it stays... </span><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/wCQL-JhMJNA" target="_blank"><u>Chris Rea</u> - Driving Home For Christmas (<u>Saxophone Cover by Juozas Kuraitis</u>)</a>.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-weight: 700;">Photos by Ana Freire.</span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-LAaOr-eXn0_2aOul8tX4OX4KigIgeixgnp4WhGxOAp161yylD6xzpZFThxWuEV8esUuV2Jw7FM1rxR6we_ejN5XLha83b0l0ZXkfW4qDZZ15zsqrO2zVngUxN2JiWDfJUXrh_pPWV_ZoPt__ZtXSsrJSHWDuipzN-pyf9gcMfIjErD-lzF3vn8QU/s2525/artandkits-foto781.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1893" data-original-width="2525" height="491" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-LAaOr-eXn0_2aOul8tX4OX4KigIgeixgnp4WhGxOAp161yylD6xzpZFThxWuEV8esUuV2Jw7FM1rxR6we_ejN5XLha83b0l0ZXkfW4qDZZ15zsqrO2zVngUxN2JiWDfJUXrh_pPWV_ZoPt__ZtXSsrJSHWDuipzN-pyf9gcMfIjErD-lzF3vn8QU/w655-h491/artandkits-foto781.jpg" width="655" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></span></div></div>Ana Freirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738719495133628497noreply@blogger.com106