tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39174767089823891732024-03-13T09:09:53.865+00:00 Mar à Vista Serenidade não é indiferença...anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.comBlogger3965125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-14403021059279071092023-07-01T20:34:00.007+01:002023-07-01T20:34:58.041+01:00Julho proverbial<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoBAn3iQLVabjhixZ5zHTocouuMRLksIGcZJrI9ddVmKDm99bGaYW80p6-vzajsGVSxPTDW0oYi6SjHDqjPWLk25pzerd9tzvDU9LEAbE_slOX7wbIzBos0ZX_fSkh66df5J8C_uXSpXScDpodgpbVx-U-XthaovJXBicl3bEqAmWvauOe9Vjg4objPd6F/s1032/8287d2a7906022867318ae937acffb85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoBAn3iQLVabjhixZ5zHTocouuMRLksIGcZJrI9ddVmKDm99bGaYW80p6-vzajsGVSxPTDW0oYi6SjHDqjPWLk25pzerd9tzvDU9LEAbE_slOX7wbIzBos0ZX_fSkh66df5J8C_uXSpXScDpodgpbVx-U-XthaovJXBicl3bEqAmWvauOe9Vjg4objPd6F/w479-h320/8287d2a7906022867318ae937acffb85.jpg" width="479" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">"Julho quente, seco e ventoso, trabalha sem repouso ,"</span></b></div><p></p><p><br /></p>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-27218978013827589802023-04-03T20:30:00.002+01:002023-04-03T20:32:58.206+01:00Ryuichi Sakamoto - 1952-2023<p></p><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LGs_vGt0MY8" width="320" youtube-src-id="LGs_vGt0MY8"></iframe></div><br /> </div><div class="full-article-fragment full-article-body article-content first" data-gtm-vis-first-on-screen-61446364_19="8896" data-gtm-vis-has-fired-61446364_19="1" data-gtm-vis-recent-on-screen-61446364_19="8896" data-gtm-vis-total-visible-time-61446364_19="100" id="article-body-1" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #333333; font-family: "Blacker Pro Text", serif; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 56px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="item-3 item-3-3 item-odd item-last CT-html" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 32px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: black; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b>"Ouvimos e lemos sempre coisas sobre a “universalidade” de um artista. Sobre Sakamoto também já ouvimos esse jargão. Mas isso quer dizer o quê em concreto? Em relação a Sakamoto, quer dizer que ele ilustra sentimentos humanos na sua forma mais simples e pura e com uma linguagem que é captada por qualquer ser humano. Podes ser japonês, português ou etíope, mas vais sentir as emoções de Sakamoto. Ou seja, esta universalidade é um sério problema para os relativistas que acham que cada ser humano é só o seu contexto.</b></i></span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 32px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: black; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b>No caso de Sakamoto, esta universalidade tem ainda um ponto adicional. O compositor japonês ilustra a alegria e o terror no mesmo tom calmo, pausado, cool; um tom que faz lembrar o nosso Rodrigo Leão, o músico português mais parecido com Sakamoto. Se não me engano, trabalharam juntos numa faixa de um álbum já com 20 anos de Leão.</b></i></span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 32px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: black; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b>De resto, Sakamoto e outros compositores como o nosso Rodrigo Leão mostram que o maestro Martim Sousa Tavares tem razão quando diz que a música clássica não é tão complicada como se diz e que está mais democratizada do que se pensa – devido sobretudo às bandas sonoras dos filmes e das séries. Se eu quiser ilustrar o medo perante o coração das trevas - quer do homem quer da natureza -, talvez escolha o tema central do “The Revenant”, um vórtice de terror que nos puxa para baixo. É um vórtice que atravessa diferenças de idade, nacionalidade e educação. Na faculdade ou na taberna, todos sentem o mesmo. Se eu quiser uma peça para ilustrar a alegria, talvez escolha o “Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence”, uma força ascendente que nos eleva nos ares num redemoinho que cheira a amor.</b></i></span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: black; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b>Quando me dizem que Beethoven ou Sakamoto são demasiado complexos, eu não percebo a alegação, porque estamos num campo simples, básico e universal. Aliás, eu inverto a alegação, dizendo que muitas vezes o universo pop é que tem músicas indecifráveis. São as palavras e as letras que tornam – a meu ver – muitas músicas impenetráveis, porque estão cheias de códigos relativos a um tempo, a um grupo, a uma tribo. Já a música clássica é só som. É mais simples. Pode exigir, digamos, mais coragem ou frontalidade, porque exige do ouvinte uma certa nudez, exige que se deixe penduradas as palavras e conversetas usadas no dia a dia. Mas não é mais difíci</b></i>l."</span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: black; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: black; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Excerto de crónicas de Henrique Raposo, Expresso Diário de 3 de Abril de 2023</b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6GxiqbFG_Dw" width="320" youtube-src-id="6GxiqbFG_Dw"></iframe></b></span></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><br /></b></span><p></p></div></div><div class="elements-wrapper article-share-and-author-email" style="background-color: white; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="378" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUndUmCEVeq2q4WkHzjHuAGvhGFeWQcUVuNgufJbmS9wutmen2xJnk0sUdzVgXc_GZ6HTra2rfdrRNbaJake68jFnhRFSaTzdbh5TsF8wFq655yFaFZNiRc008XwtmqyoaCI3I2xcOlKzRWtAENjsbtFcj_UGlwgFmKJqFAzEjdFDd_Rmng57Kc2udg/w248-h315/4810-1.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Natalia Correia, Fernanda Botelho e Maria João Pires</span><p></p><h1 class="h5 card-header text-center" id="hTit" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.03); border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.125); border-radius: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #6699ff; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: 1.25rem; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding: 0.5rem 1rem; text-align: center;">Creio nos anjos que andam pelo mundo</h1><div class="card-body text-center" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; flex: 1 1 auto; font-family: Quicksand; padding: 1rem; text-align: center;"><div class="card-text" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><b>Creio nos anjos que andam pelo mundo,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Creio na Deusa com olhos de diamantes,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Creio em amores lunares com piano ao fundo,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Creio nas lendas, nas fadas, nos atlantes,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Creio num engenho que falta mais fecundo<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />De harmonizar as partes dissonantes,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Creio que tudo eterno num segundo,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Creio num céu futuro que houve dantes,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Creio nos deuses de um astral mais puro,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Na flor humilde que se encosta ao muro,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Creio na carne que enfeitiça o além,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Creio no incrível, nas coisas assombrosas,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Na ocupação do mundo pelas rosas,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Creio que o Amor tem asas de ouro. Âmen.</b></div><div class="card-text" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="card-text" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Natália Correia, Poesias Completas</i></span></b></div><div class="card-text" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></b></div><div class="card-text" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Pintura de Nikias Skapinakis</i></span></b></div></div><div class="card-footer small" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.03); border-radius: 0px; border-top: 1px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.125); box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: Quicksand; font-size: 0.875em; padding: 0.5rem 1rem;"></div>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-30080819935229080232023-02-21T20:41:00.004+00:002023-02-21T20:46:04.213+00:00Prova de vida... Visitinha<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVuCR74egd4vCBjhc6yCDDzq2YuTDXG3tuh3LxBg9MNL28GWls4FR6GV-boSTW9PpAYu8C7x5AzFzNjM8yhEIM4pvmV3lt_fkmnmVIQaFe0cC_QvHqb3kQgOGi1jMYin-SHhkmqXGOToadAfrIbJ-25HFpKDB0DXhY0SXrIAyjCIVuWy9k96vqVJ8Tw/s640/332087722_929372138428121_9205243937209911696_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="508" height="437" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVuCR74egd4vCBjhc6yCDDzq2YuTDXG3tuh3LxBg9MNL28GWls4FR6GV-boSTW9PpAYu8C7x5AzFzNjM8yhEIM4pvmV3lt_fkmnmVIQaFe0cC_QvHqb3kQgOGi1jMYin-SHhkmqXGOToadAfrIbJ-25HFpKDB0DXhY0SXrIAyjCIVuWy9k96vqVJ8Tw/w346-h437/332087722_929372138428121_9205243937209911696_n.jpg" width="346" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><i><b><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Carnaval, Picasso, 1958</span><br /></b></i> <b>A motivação. Aconteceu, e por aqui estou para vos dizer que estou viva e bem de saúde, dores, só as de "crescimento "... Vocês entendem, pois a idade não perdoa. </b><p></p><p><b> Vim visitar o meu próprio Mar onde pensei ter naufragado. E, pouco a pouco, irei ao vosso encontro.</b></p><p><b> A guerra é a guerra e ela aconteceu. Mas as guerras interiores , as nossas , também causam danos colaterais e desviam-nos para outras estradas na procura de outros sentidos.</b></p><p><b>E é Carnaval. Não me levem a mal este desabafo.</b></p><p><b>E, vamos ao </b><i><b>folião.</b></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mySlLbtfFzsOZhldF5t21e7WeQQMkVaq6fdinkx65K2IRimjCbQNbeytXX3InO_A0himdKQMoCXnSBvifzhD6sAbnMpUqKU4I3S9PemdL0ap07jgsB1xqVuOyRgiMHhzQWJFN4k6MdgIxj0V-oGvyrYIhhJiJNvdnSCMgAD7yVoWnCTh4UTbfwM_EQ/s3387/20230220_134143.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="2561" data-original-width="3387" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mySlLbtfFzsOZhldF5t21e7WeQQMkVaq6fdinkx65K2IRimjCbQNbeytXX3InO_A0himdKQMoCXnSBvifzhD6sAbnMpUqKU4I3S9PemdL0ap07jgsB1xqVuOyRgiMHhzQWJFN4k6MdgIxj0V-oGvyrYIhhJiJNvdnSCMgAD7yVoWnCTh4UTbfwM_EQ/s320/20230220_134143.jpg" width="320" /></b></a></i></div><i><br /></i><p></p><p><b>Excerto de livro de Antônio Mega Ferreira, ROTEIRO AFETIVO DE PALAVRAS PERDIDAS, 2022</b></p><p><b>Um livro maravilhoso, de A a Z , sobre palavras em desuso e de outras que nem tanto, no dia a dia do escritor. Uma maravilha.</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>(<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> por algum tempo resolvi voltar ao 1º ou 2º esquema do blogue para minha própria memoria. Ele teve inicio em 2008)</span></b></p>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-56438093948665361282022-06-09T01:23:00.002+01:002022-06-09T01:23:50.694+01:00Paula Rego, 1935-2022<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7WoCrFT6x1gfzhfCu9oHqEETkKzYagB9jbj_FnSuk4-hhbCyzpLs62VdA3yVmEjIuzEg7R7kmUD5zX-1EDlwGo4vx4nd7iU6aXU6KXe_VN1WGhRplsBK0BwFAR_uf-9xzkrXFzlS1Z68GUDqg1tb2-MwlyRF4auJKf9jOiTrIqmT98eTxROj2DWtfNg/s1326/286964988_398459085657978_9040170088976700829_n%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1326" data-original-width="950" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7WoCrFT6x1gfzhfCu9oHqEETkKzYagB9jbj_FnSuk4-hhbCyzpLs62VdA3yVmEjIuzEg7R7kmUD5zX-1EDlwGo4vx4nd7iU6aXU6KXe_VN1WGhRplsBK0BwFAR_uf-9xzkrXFzlS1Z68GUDqg1tb2-MwlyRF4auJKf9jOiTrIqmT98eTxROj2DWtfNg/w367-h442/286964988_398459085657978_9040170088976700829_n%20(1).jpg" width="367" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> <b><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Não conheci Paula Rêgo em pessoa mas gostava de ter conhecido e de lhe contar os meus sonhos</span><span style="color: #050505; font-family: Segoe UI Historic, Segoe UI, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">…</span></span></b></div><p></p><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Além de lhe os contar, juro que mais gostaria de os saber desenhar e interpretar.</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Se alguma vez tivéssemos conversado, dir-lhe-ia que quando criança , depois de muitas estórias lidas de reis e rainhas, fadas e outras princesas , a par das imagens que ia vendo da verdadeira realeza em revistas da biblioteca por onde fui criada, eu queria acreditar que reis e rainhas tinham criados para lhes limpar as partes pudendas após terem feito as suas necessidades. Quem sabe que desenho faria... </b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Imprevisível. </b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Saudades, Paula Rego.</b></div>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-92056480281183907872022-06-04T23:05:00.004+01:002022-06-04T23:05:35.413+01:00Nós por cá todos bem…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMGeBNZSz6ZLNAmInQ6mTBgQ-al2sqBloqe7hNMM3R0x8c7C74GP6d9U_iNF4pPFGWBf85p6ehm862gNj6x4YV7fxsoMj1c3sY_fmyuOrZGXpUyi8Mw9Xd1yaaGhPHXu58DD5sWHM7kFLrw6fEtSPJC2XGbttXvANokQ6Q2ptwvkAk9i-YrYTrwqu4cw/s2048/286134649_395922545911632_3837534832046933686_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMGeBNZSz6ZLNAmInQ6mTBgQ-al2sqBloqe7hNMM3R0x8c7C74GP6d9U_iNF4pPFGWBf85p6ehm862gNj6x4YV7fxsoMj1c3sY_fmyuOrZGXpUyi8Mw9Xd1yaaGhPHXu58DD5sWHM7kFLrw6fEtSPJC2XGbttXvANokQ6Q2ptwvkAk9i-YrYTrwqu4cw/s320/286134649_395922545911632_3837534832046933686_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEghfCrCOsjWkx-oIgZGo1aMZuZLP6juplsuDJVXrG7ZKT0oIJStJ4GU9by1pMC22TbyUSBZNE0KjgYMILXRSUkIVkGvrXlTIhTMLdBexOsU9Hx0iKu4IR4H0zioXeWwlrHoEPvWn5ULfi94t0aU4w5f13Agibgrzg0eX5J_Ew-GT84EyYDP1dBlQiBw/s2048/285886619_395922575911629_705842950461589315_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEghfCrCOsjWkx-oIgZGo1aMZuZLP6juplsuDJVXrG7ZKT0oIJStJ4GU9by1pMC22TbyUSBZNE0KjgYMILXRSUkIVkGvrXlTIhTMLdBexOsU9Hx0iKu4IR4H0zioXeWwlrHoEPvWn5ULfi94t0aU4w5f13Agibgrzg0eX5J_Ew-GT84EyYDP1dBlQiBw/w363-h346/285886619_395922575911629_705842950461589315_n.jpg" width="363" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Para quem tinha o hábito de passar por este" mar", só vos digo que estou bem. Dores, só as da idade e da vida que também dói e muito... </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Acometida de preguiça, por vezes desinteresse... mas muitas outras leituras. Nada mais do que isso.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>A todos vos saúdo. </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Da biblioteca e arquivo de José Pacheco Pereira, saiu um livro editado pela EPHEREMA, DIÁRIOS DOS DIAS DE PESTE, escrito de 20 de Março de 2020 a Março de 2021, durante o confinamento. Adoro as crónicas e tenho partilhado algumas pelo FB. </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Hoje, deixo-vos esta e prometo ser mais assídua.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-76117927586887207272022-04-12T18:51:00.003+01:002022-04-12T18:51:38.708+01:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvo9nGnlTg0EYQzNokl74NF9arnTmVPr00fMx0fg-OfvmWYvbNPLsE3twXFxRin2LKCzK_32-XiSaXBoi4IMQ7_cbmwafiz8oJS6s9VjO3PUmmgfESuQMIstTYwJ9uiVsKubbc5lxgPy1wwZZeXVs8cLNRQZ3dlmJ_zEQENF6C6fetN7xUx6EjYOVAQ/s1200/20191215_135733.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><i><img border="0" data-original-height="545" data-original-width="1200" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvo9nGnlTg0EYQzNokl74NF9arnTmVPr00fMx0fg-OfvmWYvbNPLsE3twXFxRin2LKCzK_32-XiSaXBoi4IMQ7_cbmwafiz8oJS6s9VjO3PUmmgfESuQMIstTYwJ9uiVsKubbc5lxgPy1wwZZeXVs8cLNRQZ3dlmJ_zEQENF6C6fetN7xUx6EjYOVAQ/w445-h202/20191215_135733.jpg" width="445" /></i></b></a></div><b><i><br /> <span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 20px;">É preciso por vezes tirar os olhos do presente.</span></i></b><p></p><p class="texto" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 20px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><i>Demasiado tempo nas mesmas imagens faz queimar os olhos como se das imagens viesse uma luz moderna que mata a parte biológica que, no olho, vê. Nem só o sol, quando longamente olhado, produz cegos; também as imagens são feitas de um material quase em forma de aura ou espírito, seja lá o que isso for, que hipnotiza primeiro para depois cegar.</i></b></p><p class="texto" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 20px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><i>Se só vês uma coisa, estás cego para tudo o resto. Eis o óbvio.</i></b></p><p class="texto" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 20px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><i>A obsessão produz uma gigantesca cegueira periférica. Obcecado por uma qualquer imagem, o cidadão deste século tropeça nos próprios atacadores.</i></b></p><p class="texto" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Gonçalo M. Tavares, Revista E</span></b></p>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-30340578529735028262022-04-06T23:53:00.001+01:002022-04-06T23:53:05.292+01:00Olhares<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvit8df9nl0ykoqu6ebi5O1y7VNwhOclIL23WHL8912H_cBAmXBafKhkuGLSa_iTMAq_DeB7HyTGEtm4lccETH1XvvJROtmqzmokljmV28bDLf71xSBPaNZxMkY8ZENj6GjT9K1bEgpGpQTJSYssjbvAHZBwwZnnTXU5odZIbN5wt1h2E-PqK11MSUeQ/s1152/mw-768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="768" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvit8df9nl0ykoqu6ebi5O1y7VNwhOclIL23WHL8912H_cBAmXBafKhkuGLSa_iTMAq_DeB7HyTGEtm4lccETH1XvvJROtmqzmokljmV28bDLf71xSBPaNZxMkY8ZENj6GjT9K1bEgpGpQTJSYssjbvAHZBwwZnnTXU5odZIbN5wt1h2E-PqK11MSUeQ/w285-h376/mw-768.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><br /> <span style="color: #39b1bd; font-family: Firme, Avenir, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 600;">Esta escultura do artista argentino León Ferrari (1920-2013) chama-se “La Civilización Occidental y Cristiana” e é de 1965. Faz parte da coleção do Museo Reina Sofía</span><p></p>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-84810515033547609272022-03-16T01:15:00.001+00:002022-03-16T01:15:59.690+00:00Sobre o lado esquerdo de Carlos Oliveira, dito por Jorge Silva Melo<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/rysbLMgQHZ4" frameborder="0"></iframe>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-30120265540340260392022-03-16T00:27:00.002+00:002022-03-16T00:27:36.605+00:00Jorge Silva Melo e Deus , 1948-2022<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/CggRdwPToRU" frameborder="0"></iframe>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-56853831772186142012022-03-12T23:24:00.001+00:002022-03-12T23:24:11.882+00:00Diáspora portuguesa<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvXh1lWDAfDgrOWVB_Jh_R00vhB2q_t4-CC4DwBklkkJr8MF2uW_-g9ZkyNobEy11WYLQxFz4YwyYgJfW1Ak4D1dvSrip-1dHpOw2FCejC8E9aRfmeemoJgYMorLXGs7n8MeQOH8zCX7Ou_P9d8tGzF-OWkZJ9nJgrF6GfR5S0827qWTXYqRBLAr3W9g=s1285" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1285" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvXh1lWDAfDgrOWVB_Jh_R00vhB2q_t4-CC4DwBklkkJr8MF2uW_-g9ZkyNobEy11WYLQxFz4YwyYgJfW1Ak4D1dvSrip-1dHpOw2FCejC8E9aRfmeemoJgYMorLXGs7n8MeQOH8zCX7Ou_P9d8tGzF-OWkZJ9nJgrF6GfR5S0827qWTXYqRBLAr3W9g=w487-h320" width="487" /></a></div><br /><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Já me telefonaram várias pessoas a perguntar por Portugal. A minha mensagem é sempre a mesma: é um país magnífico, que recebe toda a gente de braços abertos.” A garantia é dada por Oleh Hutsko, 59 anos, e uma das cerca de 40 mil pessoas que compõem a diáspora ucraniana em terras lusas. “A diáspora até pode aumentar a longo prazo por causa desta guerra, porque em Portugal já há muitos ucranianos e as pessoas vêm para cá muito na base do ‘passa a palavra’”, explica Oleh, que chegou a Portugal em 1999 e já é cidadão nacional."</span></span></b><p></p><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Excerto de crónica da Revista E, Expresso, sobre a diáspora.</span></b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; transition-property: none !important;">T<b>exto de Tiago Soares e ilustração de Cristiano Salgado</b></div></div>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-52114674126459403272022-03-10T23:25:00.004+00:002022-03-10T23:38:47.154+00:00Olhares...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGz6hktrzzhd3tOOZuIuN9ZntR_KJ73iMBhMCJbmf7NXEZqbfY0agCPCc768n8xfhTgKu5vF7-yskbDof9Rl12lPLcUicOqvL-2nSKJJcxKetiG12axggOQfdcFuGXocMBPk0affNqf356pCCwbRIA_uG8KON2trfQpBWzvBFcnyStJydRE2rphTjf0A=s600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="499" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGz6hktrzzhd3tOOZuIuN9ZntR_KJ73iMBhMCJbmf7NXEZqbfY0agCPCc768n8xfhTgKu5vF7-yskbDof9Rl12lPLcUicOqvL-2nSKJJcxKetiG12axggOQfdcFuGXocMBPk0affNqf356pCCwbRIA_uG8KON2trfQpBWzvBFcnyStJydRE2rphTjf0A=w487-h320" width="487" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEglVHB8SqrW5ua5WmYuXpuNC8dpeCdfhullW4uSFBZAjrahQ6D2oWskmdWMJAEc8Zt4LgqxORjlvzM89qGec07Qkh44QLw91czpEJAP9JZMKFP-HA2Ra60-AbCTWogJ-zH-rg_dk49w3sWu2A9Lb8cg-8S49hBrtiOY6jKmK0f52NtNR6Ptoo1el0y1mQ=s600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="598" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEglVHB8SqrW5ua5WmYuXpuNC8dpeCdfhullW4uSFBZAjrahQ6D2oWskmdWMJAEc8Zt4LgqxORjlvzM89qGec07Qkh44QLw91czpEJAP9JZMKFP-HA2Ra60-AbCTWogJ-zH-rg_dk49w3sWu2A9Lb8cg-8S49hBrtiOY6jKmK0f52NtNR6Ptoo1el0y1mQ=s320" width="319" /></a></div><br /> </div></div><p></p><h1 class="firstHeading mw-first-heading" id="firstHeading" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); font-family: "Linux Libertine", Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 1.3; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; overflow: visible; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small;">~</span><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Ivan Marchuck</strong> é um artista de renome, um patriarca da vanguarda ucraniana, <a href="https://fahrenheitmagazine.com/pt/arte/pl%C3%A1stico/anatoliy-kryvolap-entre-pintura-figurativa-e-abstra%C3%A7%C3%A3o#view-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007bff; font-style: italic; text-decoration-line: none;">uma lenda da pintura ucraniana</a>, um gênio que criou cerca de 5 obras, abriu mais de 150 exposições monográficas e 50 coletivas e inventou seu próprio estilo único, o “<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">pliontanismo</em>".</h1><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i>Ivan nasceu numa família camponesa em 1936. Toda a esperança estava depositada nele, mas escolheu a via artística . Após a escola, ele entrou na Escola de Artes Decorativas e Aplicadas de Lviv, e mais tarde se formou no Instituto de Lviv.</i></b></p><p class="gt-block" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i>Ele formou se no e<span style="box-sizing: border-box;">l Instituto de Artes Decorativas e Aplicadas</span> de <span style="box-sizing: border-box;">Lviv</span> e trabalhou como artista numa fábrica de móveis e pintou cartazes no cinema, mas encontrou seu próprio estilo em 1965, quando se mudou para Kiev e trabalhou na<span style="box-sizing: border-box;"> Instituto de Materiais Superduros.</span></i></b></p><p class="gt-block" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i>Até 1988 foi-lhe negada a adesão ao Sindicato dos Artistas de <span style="box-sizing: border-box;">Ucrânia</span> porque seus temas e estilo não se encaixavam <a href="https://fahrenheitmagazine.com/pt/arte/visuais/a-magia-da-fotografia-documental-pela-ucraniana-lisa-bukreyeva" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007bff; text-decoration-line: none;">realismo socialista</a>. em <span style="box-sizing: border-box;">Kiev</span></i></b></p><div class="banner-content" style="box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; text-align: center;"><ins class="staticpubads89354 adCreator" data-sizes-desktop="300x250,336x280,360x300" data-sizes-mobile="300x250" data-slot="6" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; min-height: 325px; overflow: hidden;"><div data-dest="placeholder" id="oa-360-1646954887527_rqim2heh6" style="align-items: center; background-image: linear-gradient(transparent, transparent); box-sizing: border-box; display: flex; justify-content: center; margin: 0px auto; min-height: 325px; width: 762.125px;"><div id="oa-360-1646954887526_ehyqi80lb" style="align-self: flex-start; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Barlow Condensed", sans-serif; min-height: 1px; min-width: 1px; position: sticky; top: 0px; visibility: hidden;"><b><i><div id="oa-360-1646954887527_w1i0a3irt" style="box-sizing: border-box; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6gje9vQYGOjlWZrBWysSX7rH3bkds5H7UNZcd1GMUb_PLwgRq4wNiL9hXx0D_wbo999wtstYAjD_z2toFKL_RK5TjKjIIGYPRQNIQXkMNAHdWPQC1SYUjyDvCNk2yrRb2iN-nY_02P6tx1A8COUUPYtgxjMoMRav4s3W7PFRT3ycG7qm65E7KvHfjWA=w459-h240" width="459" /></a></div><b><br /> Na biblioteca do faraó Ramsés II estava escrito por cima da porta de entrada: «Casa para tera..pia da alma»</b><p></p><p><b>É o mais antigo mote bibliotecário.</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/B0DP32-mzmU" width="320" youtube-src-id="B0DP32-mzmU"></iframe></b></div><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lido no livro de Afonso Cruz, O vício dos livros</span></b><p></p>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-33811768776821820822022-03-08T23:36:00.002+00:002022-03-08T23:36:12.389+00:008 de Março de 2022<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Hoje há um choro mais concreto e foram para essas lágrimas que caminharam e caminham os meus pensamentos. </b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-47043426436017977512022-03-08T23:25:00.001+00:002022-03-08T23:25:31.777+00:00Prova de vida ... <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqTnRI-HkW-sR_OvcG8ySp1AJwu9UUvNckxc8jkZ2dEkLJBKanmm6T2mhm69zVyzdYAQLPMSu3plFIskeDtB7iM9CyoqyjpFdPCtU6vRt_h1ulxMR7eodhFmaN3VGjoNG05opOF981bgn8hiewFVe8MhBG9O1ALucEkz02-XOtizt47eQsy1clkVlPBg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif;">Rosa Carvalho</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif;"> (</span><a href="https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lisboa" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Lisboa">Lisboa</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif;">, </span><a href="https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1952" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; text-decoration-line: none;" title="1952">1952</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif;">) é uma </span><a href="https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pintura" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Pintura">pintora</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif;"> portuguesa, conhecida por reproduzir minuciosamente obras de pintores como </span><a href="https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran%C3%A7ois_Boucher" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; text-decoration-line: none;" title="François Boucher">François Boucher</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif;">, </span><a href="https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francisco_de_Goya" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #faa700; font-family: sans-serif; outline-color: rgb(51, 102, 204);" title="">Francisco de Goya</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif;">, </span><a href="https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rembrandt" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Rembrandt">Rembrandt</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif;"> e </span><a href="https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diego_Vel%C3%A1zquez" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0645ad; font-family: sans-serif; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Diego Velázquez">Diego Velasquez</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif;"> subtraindo das mesmas as figura femininas, presentes nas pinturas originais.</span></i></b></p><p><br /></p>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-17245033617387418342021-12-31T19:26:00.005+00:002021-12-31T19:26:54.701+00:00 Mais uns pulinhos e estaremos em ...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzbZivQ5PESd_p8rt-cwz1YKpqWHx8hFabvHFIyDgeB997s7m49_tXJZvubqASUkWPv8KxIi8exEVhNi4ioFEuLJTwYfmiKrbyBP2HPnFQqU_zzOP9_LjRKl1YwEQhIXldUeizx8Oq6z7Xhrn5A45FhctTB642tu9fFfnVb237LstCetN-hcvR2cOv5g=s630" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="630" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzbZivQ5PESd_p8rt-cwz1YKpqWHx8hFabvHFIyDgeB997s7m49_tXJZvubqASUkWPv8KxIi8exEVhNi4ioFEuLJTwYfmiKrbyBP2HPnFQqU_zzOP9_LjRKl1YwEQhIXldUeizx8Oq6z7Xhrn5A45FhctTB642tu9fFfnVb237LstCetN-hcvR2cOv5g=w428-h240" width="428" /></a></div><b><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ano novo</span></span></b><p></p><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Lá bem – o alto do décimo segundo andar do ano</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Vive uma louca chamada Esperança</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>E ela pensa que quando todas buzinas</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Todos os tambores</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Todos os reco-recos tocarem:</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>– Ó delicioso vôo!</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Ela será encontrada miraculosamente incólume na calçada – outra vez criança</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>E em torno dela indagará o povo:</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>– Como é o teu nome, meninazinha dos olhos verdes?</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>E ela lhes dirá</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>( É preciso dizer-lhes tudo de novo )</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Ela lhes dirá bem alto, para que não se esqueçam:</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>– O meu nome é ES – PE – RAN – ÇA …</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Mário Quintana</b></div></div>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-81032700298765158692021-12-14T21:11:00.004+00:002021-12-14T21:11:29.222+00:00Presentes de Natal ( 1)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTNjgguUbR46qVe_DXLbrYoUS8jiFUr21I9gPtUVBp51fhQhuIVlhEzZD2Na0ldaT77ufvR32DvN4xOFmoZ1y1fon2SW81Ng0w3akjXna2bSMbMbJGk8rtM1Zia1aAPagd21eGntYMdJSgQ14Caoak6MRwjLS0fQiK3uKPddXvGiQSgJI444critLsSw=s1398" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1398" data-original-width="1000" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTNjgguUbR46qVe_DXLbrYoUS8jiFUr21I9gPtUVBp51fhQhuIVlhEzZD2Na0ldaT77ufvR32DvN4xOFmoZ1y1fon2SW81Ng0w3akjXna2bSMbMbJGk8rtM1Zia1aAPagd21eGntYMdJSgQ14Caoak6MRwjLS0fQiK3uKPddXvGiQSgJI444critLsSw=w328-h379" width="328" /></a></div><i><b><br /> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;">Já são horas de ir para a mesa? Essa é uma das questões existenciais de Obélix, o carregador de menires e devorador de javalis que caiu no caldeirão de poção mágica quando era pequenino. E não lhe falem de obesidade, que se amofina.</span></b></i><p></p><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><i><b>O cão ambientalista Ideiafix passeia-se agora com um osso entre os dentes. É de noite e os javalis estão a fumegar, sobre aquela mesa corrida que imaginamos sempre posta. O banquete acontece ao ar livre na irredutível aldeia gaulesa, com o bardo amordaçado e afastado de cena. Como se quer. As histórias de Astérix e Obélix costumam terminar assim, com um banquete, nos livros de banda desenhada de René Goscinny.</b></i></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><i><b> “Embora seja difícil de acreditar, existem outras carnes além do javali. O carré de borrego, acompanhado de um molho com hortelã bem suave e aromática, ser-lhe-ia servido em todas as boas estalagens bretãs com um pouco de cerveja morna.”</b></i></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Do que precisa</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>6 c. de sopa de azeite</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>1 c. de café de cominhos moídos</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>1 c. de café de gengibre moído</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>½ c. de café de sal</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>½ c. de café de pimenta-de-caiena</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>10 folhas e 1 molho de hortelã fresca</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>2 pedaços de carré de borrego</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>600 g de batatas</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>80 g de açúcar</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>20 cl de vinagre de sidra</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Sal q.b</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Como se faz</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Aqueça o forno a 200 °C (termostato 6-7). Numa tigela, deite o azeite, os cominhos, o gengibre, o sal e a pimenta-de-caiena. Lave e pique uma dezena de folhas de hortelã, e adicione-as à tigela. Pincele generosamente com esta marinada os pedaços de borrego e disponha-os num tabuleiro. Deite metade da restante marinada sobre a carne e leve ao forno durante 30 a 35 minutos. Entretanto, prepare as batatas. Lave-as e seque-as. Corte-as ao meio e coloque-as na marinada que sobrou. Misture bem e disponha-as noutro tabuleiro.</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>Tempere com sal fino e leve ao forno durante 25 minutos. Para terminar, prepare o molho: lave o molho de hortelã. Separe as folhas dos caules. Pique as folhas e coloque-as num almofariz. Junte o açúcar e esmague tudo até obter uma pasta verde. Coloque esta pasta num tacho pequeno e adicione o vinagre. Leve ao lume até ferver, misturando bem e reserve. Empratamento: corte ao meio cada pedaço de carré, servindo uma metade a cada conviva. Acompanhe com as batatas assadas no forno e o molho de hortelã.</b></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>(fonte, REVISTA E, Expresso)</b></div></div>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-71809960431031215872021-12-07T20:59:00.003+00:002021-12-07T20:59:28.495+00:00Lido...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgvzwdrJrj7sf07p2Olvdf47D8ynWEx6j06j3uAHOB4QBNdgLbZUa24sQkF7hpHvSlKOAcoe2y2ZWWYQaizr4q7TMkYWfM1iDW_QoYg6eBfTYXJDwyFdBKObTjH53QzT6fgnIKzKWahlmTGXRnf30c2cwtmpHW9ysgzSykl3dKewDBp7bY1fMA6MXdeg=s900" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="707" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgvzwdrJrj7sf07p2Olvdf47D8ynWEx6j06j3uAHOB4QBNdgLbZUa24sQkF7hpHvSlKOAcoe2y2ZWWYQaizr4q7TMkYWfM1iDW_QoYg6eBfTYXJDwyFdBKObTjH53QzT6fgnIKzKWahlmTGXRnf30c2cwtmpHW9ysgzSykl3dKewDBp7bY1fMA6MXdeg=s320" width="251" /></a></div><br /> <em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Já que temos de acreditar em algo que não se vê, eu sempre preferiria os milagres às bactérias”</em><p></p><span class="nome" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Firme, Avenir, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 600; line-height: 1.4em; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Karl Kraus</span>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-31942043526816559402021-11-16T11:47:00.000+00:002021-11-16T11:47:05.105+00:00Centenário de José Saramago, "saramagando"<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">E, por hoje, José Saramago</span></p><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">"</span><b> Eu vos saúdo, raparigas e rapazes deste cansado mundo, que andais a passear flores em selvas de cimento armado</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>e florestas de anúncios luminosos! Comprometido entre o sonho e a vida, dou por mim a sofrer do mal da inveja nesta ilha</b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b>que sou, povoada de algumas rugas e não poucos cabelos brancos. Povoada também de uma imortal presença a que dou o nome de esperança, e às vezes de alegria."</b></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></b></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ozleF3H_TjE" width="320" youtube-src-id="ozleF3H_TjE"></iframe></div><br />Excerto de conto HIP, HIP, HIPPIES!, do livro DESTE MUNDO E DO OUTRO</span></b></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Filme, A MAIOR FLOR DO MUNDO, José Saramago</span></b></div></div>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-14060428636451903222021-11-07T19:51:00.003+00:002021-11-07T19:51:14.736+00:00Vamos lá então dar dois dedos de conversa...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDeiKB7-2tQAhoAonQ_lTeeEsqDNZZ7JAbB-uNDI6qlBpSC0Jqmhw_tJ1b2rgmSEbLkskFz7Nr61CRZKRL_CX62MVbK8nSsRUl7ZlApusP6RSiua139FHUlXoxT73w6yyVtwprKIZPgnN/s2048/20191122_173022+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDeiKB7-2tQAhoAonQ_lTeeEsqDNZZ7JAbB-uNDI6qlBpSC0Jqmhw_tJ1b2rgmSEbLkskFz7Nr61CRZKRL_CX62MVbK8nSsRUl7ZlApusP6RSiua139FHUlXoxT73w6yyVtwprKIZPgnN/w312-h378/20191122_173022+%25281%2529.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;"><i><b>Chove. Começou o inverno.</b></i></span><p></p><p class="texto" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b>Por aqui? Cada vez mais isto: silêncio, vontade de isolamento, árvores e montanha.</b></i></p><p class="separador" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: initial; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-top-style: dotted; border-width: 1px 0px 0px; box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; margin: 28px 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></p><p class="postitulo" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: GlosaDisplay, "Hoefler Text", serif; font-size: 36px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="info02" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #39b1bd; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b>11.</b></i></span></p><p class="texto" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="eleminar" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b>Volto aos conselhos de um avô ao seu pequeno neto, o poema de Drummond de Andrade.<br style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" />“Admito que amo nos vegetais a carga de silêncio, Luís Maurício.<br style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" />Mas há que tentar o diálogo, quando a solidão é vício.” </b></i></span></p><p class="texto" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="eleminar" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Excerto de cronica de M. Gonçalo Tavares, Revista E</span></b></span></p><p class="texto" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="eleminar" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fotografia de Anamar (je)</span></b></span></p>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-39360495650245422002021-10-18T17:55:00.001+01:002021-10-18T17:56:43.002+01:00Porque 18/10 se tornou num dia especial ?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz-Cbl3cY9nS-KBrC1iPHEQ7XszfUK0RNQovskDtCTBTPshbZRzzFZXnHT_E6RjTUO4T5TJEK0ACqsmekxDW7aYvXR5D8nFXr4jQNkEVnBG_z2PMNmWETLcvv-K8LSXTp6H7VTP3idSLoY/s737/246369129_244927604344461_7049284879395206811_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="737" data-original-width="576" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz-Cbl3cY9nS-KBrC1iPHEQ7XszfUK0RNQovskDtCTBTPshbZRzzFZXnHT_E6RjTUO4T5TJEK0ACqsmekxDW7aYvXR5D8nFXr4jQNkEVnBG_z2PMNmWETLcvv-K8LSXTp6H7VTP3idSLoY/w401-h406/246369129_244927604344461_7049284879395206811_n.jpg" width="401" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Porque há 43 anos fui </b><span style="text-align: left;"><b>mãe . Esta ideia de superioridade só se atinge quando chegamos ao topo da carreira, o ser-se avó. E sou.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><b>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>E por vezes as noites duram meses</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>E por vezes os meses oceanos</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>E por vezes os braços que apertamos</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>nunca mais são os mesmos . E por vezes ...</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">David Mourão Ferreira</span></b>,<b> <i>E por vezes</i></b><i> </i></div><br /> <p></p>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-55353412621286097092021-10-13T23:28:00.001+01:002021-10-13T23:36:12.160+01:00Finalmente, azul... <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsFuk08w7KJMeubmi1mfqanTMFrU-4rJ7VlRWom4-sTWh99GO8Ny2I83cOsZetr2UjezfSWhAbqD07kjhXV1KSS89m8uy8ZNX6Y0dtv5Fg54-En4UhyKPqPoFmh2zxTPdrPxjch68T7MNa/s500/c53af018139a494f587e12ccb2bebdef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="375" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsFuk08w7KJMeubmi1mfqanTMFrU-4rJ7VlRWom4-sTWh99GO8Ny2I83cOsZetr2UjezfSWhAbqD07kjhXV1KSS89m8uy8ZNX6Y0dtv5Fg54-En4UhyKPqPoFmh2zxTPdrPxjch68T7MNa/s320/c53af018139a494f587e12ccb2bebdef.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ilDsvdSAm4k" width="320" youtube-src-id="ilDsvdSAm4k"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Azul</span>, cor, significa tranquilidade, serenidade, harmonia e espiritualidade, mas também está associada à depressão. Simboliza a água, o céu e o infinito</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Video do filme Azul com Juliette Binoche</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Imagem, Yves Klein, "blue Klein"</b></div><p></p>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-46517484632095645272021-10-11T00:26:00.006+01:002021-10-11T00:30:52.454+01:00E não consigo sair do cor-de-rosa ...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xeAiFDq3sH52XgCWaXq3fWcI6j4hyI0sshyq-CvW-4WgKzdhrD2qsYTSzeDw_4KVTALXswLOjDzCMNkfRAknCISdGRyWtAvQr1wT0J4_rLUWzXPyJXh5jal-7aOociCGPFbOl5hNUTs6/s720/9bb5e1faaaf8836cabb260f53d234d9b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="551" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xeAiFDq3sH52XgCWaXq3fWcI6j4hyI0sshyq-CvW-4WgKzdhrD2qsYTSzeDw_4KVTALXswLOjDzCMNkfRAknCISdGRyWtAvQr1wT0J4_rLUWzXPyJXh5jal-7aOociCGPFbOl5hNUTs6/s320/9bb5e1faaaf8836cabb260f53d234d9b.jpg" width="245" /></a></div> <i><b> Pintura de Henri Matisse</b></i><p></p><p><i><b><br /></b></i></p><p><i><b><br /></b></i></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">Um destes dias será</span></b><span style="font-size: large;"><b>…</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Eu, que nem da dita cor gosto. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Boa semana a quem vai passando.</b></span></p>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917476708982389173.post-78998753742579859882021-10-10T23:57:00.003+01:002021-10-10T23:57:48.758+01:00Quando não há cão ...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2u-FKEoC0JHfYLkG_cQgC1M0H-LGKXxxWcEXXiSGy6o-_4pL7fw_-4zzAC-HYu770IRWHrh_Wa6AhDE-35BcKYLDkvDGQpRQZwMLGSbhvDmdTxETc6ovCR-Kx6_Xr9TJzShaa7DHW_ua/s900/img_168317_pinkandorangetaxis-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="900" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2u-FKEoC0JHfYLkG_cQgC1M0H-LGKXxxWcEXXiSGy6o-_4pL7fw_-4zzAC-HYu770IRWHrh_Wa6AhDE-35BcKYLDkvDGQpRQZwMLGSbhvDmdTxETc6ovCR-Kx6_Xr9TJzShaa7DHW_ua/w448-h178/img_168317_pinkandorangetaxis-1.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><i><b><br /> <span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;">“Na Tailândia, táxis parados servem para cultivar alimentos”, eis o título.</span></b></i><p></p><i><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;">O final da pandemia está apenas no início, poderia alguém dizer.</span><br style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;">A notícia esclarece: “Num estacionamento da capital tailandesa, Banguecoque, há vegetais a brotar dos tejadilhos dos táxis.”</span><br style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;">Quando ninguém se movimenta na cidade, os meios de transporte deixam de ser de transporte e passam a ser imóveis que não se podem arrendar (pese embora, em algumas cidades, o carro parado alugar-se mesmo, como desesperado alojamento no inverno).</span><br style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;">O aparecimento de vilas temporárias onde cadáveres temporários de automóveis permanecem esperançados, mas quietos, multiplicou-se em alguns pontos do mundo. A Tailândia não é caso único.</span><br style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;">“As restrições da pandemia na Tailândia deixaram o país sem turistas e os motoristas sem trabalho, com os carros parados num autêntico cemitério de táxis.” Inúteis, mas não avariados: talvez por isso a ressurreição seja mais simples. Não se trata de resgatar o morto para outro estado, quase oposto — basta dar-lhe utilidade.</span><br style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;">De qualquer maneira, os cemitérios de objectos feitos para a pura deslocação — mesmo que não avariados em definitivo — atiram a nostalgia em dois sentidos: tristeza pelo que passou, tristeza pelo que aí vem. Podem os objectos inanimados estar ansiosos? Sim, é a resposta.</span><br style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;">Uma fotografia de um ponto de vista aéreo (quem subiu lá acima?) mostra o tejadilho de vários táxis de Banguecoque cobertos por um plástico onde um bocado de terra permite que alguns alimentos futuros ali tenham o seu aparecimento.</span><br style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;">A tragédia vem, em muitos países pobres, em forma de ready-made mais que necessário, urgente. E a pobreza sempre se defendeu assim: ligando elementos do mundo que o bem-estar por norma separa. Um carro não é um campo de cultivo enquanto o desespero não é desespero.</span><br style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;">Diz a notícia que foi a empresa “Ratchaphruek Taxi Cooperative” que decidiu “usar o tecto dos veículos para criar pequenas hortas que esperam poder ajudar na alimentação dos taxistas desempregados.”</span><br style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" /></b></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;"><i><b>Os taxistas plantaram, no tejadilho dos seus táxis, “pimenta, pepino e curgete.” A ansiedade deve estar no meio da terra, revolvida para passar despercebida — na fotografia, vista de cima</b></i>,<i><b> não se vê.</b></i></span><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px;"><b>Gonçalo M. Tavares</b></span></div>anamarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180536011441159910noreply@blogger.com0