tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18271217006790471102024-03-14T07:47:07.292-07:00CREPÚSCULO DE FANTASIALugar de sonhos, de palavras, de sentimentos...crepúsculohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344603959705467643noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827121700679047110.post-49522552013741690612007-11-28T04:13:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:25:20.768-08:00BOM DIA ALEGRIA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1vsZ3b764EVPaap6ApdI2pKgC_f0Vm6JUVpHHrZxDMUV_dGq1p_JjI76VXuaaYSyi3zGyeJApTVv4mPwxjeXhdcxMoSSeo9xQ4ufzZD1NcnxhNa7mfAXYPuHeu13C2PWdZ0T-mhGQUTK/s1600-h/AAA002A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137906030777431666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1vsZ3b764EVPaap6ApdI2pKgC_f0Vm6JUVpHHrZxDMUV_dGq1p_JjI76VXuaaYSyi3zGyeJApTVv4mPwxjeXhdcxMoSSeo9xQ4ufzZD1NcnxhNa7mfAXYPuHeu13C2PWdZ0T-mhGQUTK/s320/AAA002A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Bom dia alegria!!! A alegria vem de dentro e faz o nosso rosto diferente. Hoje dei comigo a reflectir sobre a alegria...principalmente a alegria das pequenas coisas do dia a dia...Há tantas coisas ainda que pequenos gestos ou simples palavras que nos transformam o dia em BOM DIA!!! Por isso bom dia alegria para Ti também!!!</div>crepúsculohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344603959705467643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827121700679047110.post-26852511665325203852007-11-13T09:20:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:25:20.889-08:00Presentes da Mãe Natureza<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwUcXRreOML9MRV6nJCScuqnJIML93x750WIgNj7gOTofylqpFAKpFSuS2goslwGY2zRV_DTQeZ-j_g70NLwLmUHdiZ88mbar5ZBDknAsNXSYMGDZVHn0ZO4QuvFXRnXwkWH5YolXfD3J/s1600-h/ABB002A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132381529783255106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwUcXRreOML9MRV6nJCScuqnJIML93x750WIgNj7gOTofylqpFAKpFSuS2goslwGY2zRV_DTQeZ-j_g70NLwLmUHdiZ88mbar5ZBDknAsNXSYMGDZVHn0ZO4QuvFXRnXwkWH5YolXfD3J/s320/ABB002A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No ciclo do tempo, neste tempo que chamam estação, a Mãe que dá vida à vida natural, é Outono na Natureza e é côr na paisagem... A transformação que renova, a seiva que não chega mas vai voltar, pinta quadros tão belos que a visão pode contemplar. São presentes da Mãe Natureza, dádivas do Infinito AMOR, abrindo as mãos se acolhe, abrindo os olhos se vê aquilo que nos é oferecido na estação do tempo, na natureza do Outono.</div>crepúsculohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344603959705467643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827121700679047110.post-16652199539692475782007-10-24T01:51:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:25:21.292-08:00Diz-se.... Sorriso<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaiPRA4aFqaDEphnbI4PbGknzWYii68ly9fxIUFfMSqWW70pMvn3haoEc66NI3BRwd67G21NQlZfguZBf7wU3soo1CwahRXEu3MnLFGZ6DUKpK2ghCrV2K64Vhwzo0qXfYjMe17X6poB_s/s1600-h/Imagem+391.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124826428695734770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaiPRA4aFqaDEphnbI4PbGknzWYii68ly9fxIUFfMSqWW70pMvn3haoEc66NI3BRwd67G21NQlZfguZBf7wU3soo1CwahRXEu3MnLFGZ6DUKpK2ghCrV2K64Vhwzo0qXfYjMe17X6poB_s/s320/Imagem+391.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Um sorriso não custa nada e produz muito.</div><br /><div>Enriquece os que o recebem,</div><br /><div>sem empobrecer os que o dão.</div><br /><div>Não dura senão um instante,</div><br /><div>mas a sua lembrança, por vezes, é eterna.</div><br /><div>Niguém é tão rico para poder passar sem ele.</div><br /><div>Ninguém é tão pobre que não o possa dar.</div><br /><div>Ele cria a felicidade.</div><br /><div>É sinal sensível de amizade.</div>crepúsculohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344603959705467643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827121700679047110.post-59224265668557248462007-10-22T09:29:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:25:21.677-08:00Motivos para...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgp8ZLvlrN2gtNoEJBkLGBjClYTe0Yg84ERVZaTjUHzmvxnexsqQaPbFeyKx_ixM5zy4j6X-Vgtu7H5oEAD0TvlaKSTec8K9fDRkVqXMvhtrwQ8W1PkOziOFPCvzxBNsWGf7Rxnf1m19KG/s1600-h/463GMN834607-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124201102932273634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgp8ZLvlrN2gtNoEJBkLGBjClYTe0Yg84ERVZaTjUHzmvxnexsqQaPbFeyKx_ixM5zy4j6X-Vgtu7H5oEAD0TvlaKSTec8K9fDRkVqXMvhtrwQ8W1PkOziOFPCvzxBNsWGf7Rxnf1m19KG/s320/463GMN834607-01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Quantos mais motivos eu tenho</div><br /><div>para o pessimismo, mais razões</div><br /><div>tenho para a ESPERANÇA!!!</div><br /><div>(J.l.S.)</div>crepúsculohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344603959705467643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827121700679047110.post-41562995443645936322007-10-11T01:41:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:25:21.864-08:00Nunca é tarde...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmuxlRY-vscJFU8SN5hHt6a6FvVk9gZ4qfY0qKmZCXWrdcd_twDIxKbnoBuHJmBbrPx8Qi1QbQPPNo4xvCo9B9hJ3-vnhEpN4YESKMbtD-iwdiRCRgyNR6nXVmrL0Sb7ydV4VPzEj1j55O/s1600-h/Sy2xDv368399-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119997596964841938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmuxlRY-vscJFU8SN5hHt6a6FvVk9gZ4qfY0qKmZCXWrdcd_twDIxKbnoBuHJmBbrPx8Qi1QbQPPNo4xvCo9B9hJ3-vnhEpN4YESKMbtD-iwdiRCRgyNR6nXVmrL0Sb7ydV4VPzEj1j55O/s320/Sy2xDv368399-02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Nunca é tarde demais para corrigir;</div><br /><div>Nunca é tarde demais para aceitar,</div><br /><div>Nunca é tarde demais para agradecer.</div><br /><div>É Sempre Tempo para DAR, SORRIR E AMAR.</div>crepúsculohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344603959705467643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827121700679047110.post-88509152590539350772007-10-10T01:12:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:25:22.141-08:00Amar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-EUtu7ln0U7Oqzv_eKNIcBgfH_kjJmSZZXED8FktmiLWND2D3VAJK6Xv1BJ0XKMVrtRvilRhMSzCE5CVyDexE7dj9jlj6QLW62VZ-VH2eqndbUR85QUrQjnV-RrFEd-xjmGha35kMJxf/s1600-h/mTjPUh729166-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119618875338615234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-EUtu7ln0U7Oqzv_eKNIcBgfH_kjJmSZZXED8FktmiLWND2D3VAJK6Xv1BJ0XKMVrtRvilRhMSzCE5CVyDexE7dj9jlj6QLW62VZ-VH2eqndbUR85QUrQjnV-RrFEd-xjmGha35kMJxf/s320/mTjPUh729166-01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>É preciso amar, não só por um instante,</div><br /><div>casualmente, mas sempre, até ao fim. </div><br /><div>(Dostoievski)</div>crepúsculohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344603959705467643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827121700679047110.post-75812525767687820652007-10-09T01:15:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:25:22.340-08:00Flores e Frutos...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpK96_HHKxwsn5mKVSKOcepEMQdP-I9XI2xFYwLNNsBY4tsl5zLYQp5hjIKw6KwOdxEguK6GtfZ05cAEk-p__s8ECyQotzanwrJBmTx7OznF5VcOyS23OMGRZy0L_Ij9SWxHHfW24I5d8O/s1600-h/05032007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119249688539785650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpK96_HHKxwsn5mKVSKOcepEMQdP-I9XI2xFYwLNNsBY4tsl5zLYQp5hjIKw6KwOdxEguK6GtfZ05cAEk-p__s8ECyQotzanwrJBmTx7OznF5VcOyS23OMGRZy0L_Ij9SWxHHfW24I5d8O/s320/05032007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Desejas?!...</div><br /><div>- És uma árvore com folhas.</div><br /><div>Esperas?!...</div><br /><div>- És uma árvore com flores.</div><br /><div>Gozas?!...</div><br /><div>- És uma árvore com frutos.</div>crepúsculohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344603959705467643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827121700679047110.post-41184630045277246062007-10-08T03:03:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:25:22.532-08:00Riqueza e Pobreza<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_UvUUCRCD_Pp02L7M1hLsD3c6pgZTC3Icf_swXhs3q1E3E1yukhDyqXZus46eB-gBPnkkekRQ20QNEbP1RYeJ89d6xBO3lj_Q4Lz41p9IC-cVlOiWDIjBIXkq10lfJ0C7spQ7myA0dco/s1600-h/13012007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118906056796367266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_UvUUCRCD_Pp02L7M1hLsD3c6pgZTC3Icf_swXhs3q1E3E1yukhDyqXZus46eB-gBPnkkekRQ20QNEbP1RYeJ89d6xBO3lj_Q4Lz41p9IC-cVlOiWDIjBIXkq10lfJ0C7spQ7myA0dco/s320/13012007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>" Não é lícito aumentar a riquesa dos ricos, confirmando a miséria dos pobres. " (P.VI)</div>crepúsculohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344603959705467643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827121700679047110.post-16307987504012803272007-10-04T07:41:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:25:22.672-08:00Nuvens da tarde<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34WID9hnC6qEan5OT88yArWqMjyx92Z2dBWIrieNQsupHMZ_oec-HUR4Q6B0fFuSQcee4KPcP4wYUPYv0-9jHpmTHrQEAhVIIBmg9SKSTDDGSv3fv7v7CdNCuKj443Fp3Intg73dI_wqw/s1600-h/1[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117493184354675090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34WID9hnC6qEan5OT88yArWqMjyx92Z2dBWIrieNQsupHMZ_oec-HUR4Q6B0fFuSQcee4KPcP4wYUPYv0-9jHpmTHrQEAhVIIBmg9SKSTDDGSv3fv7v7CdNCuKj443Fp3Intg73dI_wqw/s320/1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tarde de nuvens???</div>crepúsculohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344603959705467643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827121700679047110.post-74944691135763745312007-10-04T03:29:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:25:22.729-08:00Entre a Noite e Dia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dRgTiriixzI2A52-Iy16JOcJuDCfk0iQn-gzE2P7zkZsUN4m8Zl7_0HjK0iTyNkgv-H0VJGasFVMVn4QQV6uRrlZGkVCqQZ_gDHNZJwIisgFkrUPuwpJ8h29_KqV0FoQ2r3SOjgKLn6c/s1600-h/01112006(003).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117428622406281602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dRgTiriixzI2A52-Iy16JOcJuDCfk0iQn-gzE2P7zkZsUN4m8Zl7_0HjK0iTyNkgv-H0VJGasFVMVn4QQV6uRrlZGkVCqQZ_gDHNZJwIisgFkrUPuwpJ8h29_KqV0FoQ2r3SOjgKLn6c/s320/01112006(003).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Numa viagem, a estrada, o caminho leva-me ao lugar desejado.</div><br /><div>As emoções, as esperanças são firmes, o querer ver vencer.</div><br /><div>A noite terminou o dia, o som do apito sou, era o momento.</div><br /><div>Correr, ver, jogar... a alegria não foi celebrada, a bola não entrou,</div><br /><div>entre a noite e o dia meu coração continua a vibrar em tons encarnados...</div>crepúsculohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344603959705467643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1827121700679047110.post-42435235141731219632007-10-02T08:10:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:25:22.857-08:00Ao cair da tarde<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17fVT00XhN-RGYRuZh8a2pd-6zinQ0UzNW5PIwIpXz6fzAaT7UUCTt9j15xSPgeo7YmN4Z4989ORTMi3-6ytXPvgCk7SepeQRorSNr-y35vYw4UgmogTSldhziuNgmWJ5hAjXrjCHAM4N/s1600-h/01022007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116858310878914930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17fVT00XhN-RGYRuZh8a2pd-6zinQ0UzNW5PIwIpXz6fzAaT7UUCTt9j15xSPgeo7YmN4Z4989ORTMi3-6ytXPvgCk7SepeQRorSNr-y35vYw4UgmogTSldhziuNgmWJ5hAjXrjCHAM4N/s320/01022007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ao ritmo do tempo, o dia faz-se, avança, transforma-se..., eu, tu, nós também!!!</div>crepúsculohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00344603959705467643noreply@blogger.com0