tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89720783824255567972024-03-14T03:17:06.689+00:00Lady with the spinning headMarie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.comBlogger302125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-57179231797331773882012-04-14T22:48:00.002+01:002012-04-14T22:54:14.949+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBGEtYMcoOrNkXD36DG_zQ3LMmj__wBpd7jwunJlM5zeZfwJ_QS6xyw_DQ6scjtFXF4NY2VDnkkZeix2vvqBlZIi_bgLeB9VyYdWEWBea3maH_8DK5BgITvTFoMh-k0eLVdnytqbInSFf/s1600/IMG_4706a.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBGEtYMcoOrNkXD36DG_zQ3LMmj__wBpd7jwunJlM5zeZfwJ_QS6xyw_DQ6scjtFXF4NY2VDnkkZeix2vvqBlZIi_bgLeB9VyYdWEWBea3maH_8DK5BgITvTFoMh-k0eLVdnytqbInSFf/s400/IMG_4706a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731376883235980242" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="color: rgb(11, 45, 124); font-style: italic; line-height: 22px; text-align: right; background-color: rgb(255, 246, 229); " >"Animais - eles são a medida da nossa paz com o mundo criado; eles são um dado de consolação porque não mudam para como quem tanto muda como nós, humanos."</span> </div><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="color: rgb(11, 45, 124); font-style: italic; line-height: 22px; text-align: right; background-color: rgb(255, 246, 229); "><span >Agustina Bessa-Luís</span></span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-18490586354845402922012-04-14T22:40:00.002+01:002012-04-14T22:53:18.115+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-CieV5cm_j8eM_tnMDNGDp-hMv0UNhgeYu3KYJ2g11ihMz0axDfC_-JWPQY07Flh61JZJIeg3rqX67tiAcCrgR-SgJQdNL9VQYbCbMyrd-XUdq4nXalkKSLIP5L_gOMVIhRnX1Irt0mJn/s1600/IMG_4746.JPG" style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-CieV5cm_j8eM_tnMDNGDp-hMv0UNhgeYu3KYJ2g11ihMz0axDfC_-JWPQY07Flh61JZJIeg3rqX67tiAcCrgR-SgJQdNL9VQYbCbMyrd-XUdq4nXalkKSLIP5L_gOMVIhRnX1Irt0mJn/s400/IMG_4746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731374872400885730" /></a><br /><div style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="color: rgb(11, 45, 124); font-style: italic; line-height: 22px; text-align: right; background-color: rgb(255, 246, 229); " ><b>"Nós, os seres humanos, matamos mais que a morte."</b></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span><span style="line-height: 22px; " ><i>José Saramago</i></span></span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-53433142613884218502011-01-22T01:47:00.003+00:002011-01-22T01:52:06.131+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifg4o6kZmk1sGGZFsn70hEThdYIuXocCzGrDtxIqAelGUuEisVH7NK2y_DLIp3B1L_XH7GLBil_-coauMAmLJQw1gx2-gFqF_YzjiTkwO9LoC1VbwNxRfn5PJtlrrvoUz6JndBK34aOAu/s1600/P1010607.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifg4o6kZmk1sGGZFsn70hEThdYIuXocCzGrDtxIqAelGUuEisVH7NK2y_DLIp3B1L_XH7GLBil_-coauMAmLJQw1gx2-gFqF_YzjiTkwO9LoC1VbwNxRfn5PJtlrrvoUz6JndBK34aOAu/s400/P1010607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564821042182974402" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Foto: Matosinhos</span></div><div><b>Com a alma turva, nublado, poluída.</b></div><div><b>A sentir a veia da inquietude e da insatisfação a latejar.</b></div><div><b>Irritada comigo mesma e com o resto do mundo, </b></div><div><b>por ambos permitirmos que eu esteja assim!</b></div><div><br /></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-27853364669479665522011-01-22T01:44:00.003+00:002011-01-22T01:52:30.337+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWc7hzDHW3Yaz3KL8rKbkbbb62Z6OOtbvlU2tZ9WWZMfVxJ_HLS4y2ffESIyWuta1GrKrW5w1zhDutcxL5D3bsDApXfTGRQqy_ZmOvO0P1M4lNEAcTJ4Dn6jTzdg7cfTLworD6a9mdPtZt/s1600/PC240619.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWc7hzDHW3Yaz3KL8rKbkbbb62Z6OOtbvlU2tZ9WWZMfVxJ_HLS4y2ffESIyWuta1GrKrW5w1zhDutcxL5D3bsDApXfTGRQqy_ZmOvO0P1M4lNEAcTJ4Dn6jTzdg7cfTLworD6a9mdPtZt/s400/PC240619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564820429082785250" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Parte das prendinhas de Natal do ano passado, fiquei tão orgulhosa do resultado que tirei foto!</b></span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-54274651748213963902011-01-22T01:40:00.003+00:002011-01-22T01:52:47.981+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM5hxT5B8qZ62h5dBWrNjEu-_wS3dSJiMEihQwvvcLODPd09EWSKW1_g1pQFBK3TJKHedoE5pgNbuak0dwWGwVEg1XUAVv442AthkwPJlR5bwmJI7nj79VCHv_YuzHEUysK17XvyBc2IEq/s1600/PC180616.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM5hxT5B8qZ62h5dBWrNjEu-_wS3dSJiMEihQwvvcLODPd09EWSKW1_g1pQFBK3TJKHedoE5pgNbuak0dwWGwVEg1XUAVv442AthkwPJlR5bwmJI7nj79VCHv_YuzHEUysK17XvyBc2IEq/s400/PC180616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564819517614943122" /></a><br /><div><b>Acho um pouco insultuoso os bolsos deste casaco terem indicações dos itens que lá podem ser colocados... afinal de contas o casaco é meu, os bolsos também e tendo tudo isto em conta consigo decidir o que lá colocar, certo? Certo!</b></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-41303994058319338762010-09-26T00:45:00.003+01:002011-01-22T01:39:48.965+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qsQSHrpyygm9U3L677myPKZXAyjmuwMEkz0G5V-9o8KCDzttStU21orPQzPNk6sU5R-r7Y0gqDsr6jGTjgYkQ6Lh31Z1Lqm3pff2eA1Uq9rwOkDl66LibiFiQEONHlHKJpDoxA6rsTd8/s1600/P1180630.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qsQSHrpyygm9U3L677myPKZXAyjmuwMEkz0G5V-9o8KCDzttStU21orPQzPNk6sU5R-r7Y0gqDsr6jGTjgYkQ6Lh31Z1Lqm3pff2eA1Uq9rwOkDl66LibiFiQEONHlHKJpDoxA6rsTd8/s400/P1180630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564818524092742098" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Foto: Costa da Caparica</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px; " ><i><p>"Vem por aqui" — dizem-me alguns com os olhos doces<br />Estendendo-me os braços, e seguros<br />De que seria bom que eu os ouvisse<br />Quando me dizem: "vem por aqui!"<br />Eu olho-os com olhos lassos,<br />(Há, nos olhos meus, ironias e cansaços)<br />E cruzo os braços,<br />E nunca vou por ali...<br />A minha glória é esta:<br />Criar desumanidades!<br />Não acompanhar ninguém.<br />— Que eu vivo com o mesmo sem-vontade<br />Com que rasguei o ventre à minha mãe<br />Não, não vou por aí! Só vou por onde<br />Me levam meus próprios passos...<br />Se ao que busco saber nenhum de vós responde<br />Por que me repetis: "vem por aqui!"?</p><p>Prefiro escorregar nos becos lamacentos,<br />Redemoinhar aos ventos,<br />Como farrapos, arrastar os pés sangrentos,<br />A ir por aí...<br />Se vim ao mundo, foi<br />Só para desflorar florestas virgens,<br />E desenhar meus próprios pés na areia inexplorada!<br />O mais que faço não vale nada.</p><p>Como, pois, sereis vós<br />Que me dareis impulsos, ferramentas e coragem<br />Para eu derrubar os meus obstáculos?...<br />Corre, nas vossas veias, sangue velho dos avós,<br />E vós amais o que é fácil!<br />Eu amo o Longe e a Miragem,<br />Amo os abismos, as torrentes, os desertos...</p><p>Ide! Tendes estradas,<br />Tendes jardins, tendes canteiros,<br />Tendes pátria, tendes tetos,<br />E tendes regras, e tratados, e filósofos, e sábios...<br />Eu tenho a minha Loucura !<br />Levanto-a, como um facho, a arder na noite escura,<br />E sinto espuma, e sangue, e cânticos nos lábios...<br />Deus e o Diabo é que guiam, mais ninguém!<br />Todos tiveram pai, todos tiveram mãe;<br />Mas eu, que nunca principio nem acabo,<br />Nasci do amor que há entre Deus e o Diabo.</p><p>Ah, que ninguém me dê piedosas intenções,<br />Ninguém me peça definições!<br />Ninguém me diga: "vem por aqui"!<br />A minha vida é um vendaval que se soltou,<br />É uma onda que se alevantou,<br />É um átomo a mais que se animou...<br />Não sei por onde vou,<br />Não sei para onde vou<br />Sei que não vou por aí!</p><p>Cântico Negro - José Rrégio</p></i></span>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-11073157302079994852010-09-26T00:37:00.003+01:002010-09-26T00:43:21.215+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtq7SfbMtsgL8lgeWsVadtq4L8e6OpaUAgFVhVKKV0Hnq1mO2lOYsBcyWzZoQ9nfmRm3wgY_5y70_dz4VSc8CkZ8UfI1Groao7PE0gvBqIuEQfDc7v222a3viytXlWHc6aPJE3fxb-SgEu/s1600/12072010300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtq7SfbMtsgL8lgeWsVadtq4L8e6OpaUAgFVhVKKV0Hnq1mO2lOYsBcyWzZoQ9nfmRm3wgY_5y70_dz4VSc8CkZ8UfI1Groao7PE0gvBqIuEQfDc7v222a3viytXlWHc6aPJE3fxb-SgEu/s400/12072010300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521000821893605138" /></a><br /><i><b>As coisas que estão à venda nos supermercados...</b></i><div><br /></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-74717980850365083582010-07-05T00:07:00.006+01:002010-09-26T00:10:16.445+01:00<div> </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwiuN4yT-G8bEDxiPLpxkty20vCEW1h4E1ogkBX4Bb0FmmDwyM02tHw6uNUeb2UMA517mJHy5YR9oISmGZphUtFtLAQJw_zOy0sSpO60roZCGeS3WKiDvgfCRQ6koXaH3vkUF06-_fgsxK/s1600/P9270163.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490193730511198898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwiuN4yT-G8bEDxiPLpxkty20vCEW1h4E1ogkBX4Bb0FmmDwyM02tHw6uNUeb2UMA517mJHy5YR9oISmGZphUtFtLAQJw_zOy0sSpO60roZCGeS3WKiDvgfCRQ6koXaH3vkUF06-_fgsxK/s400/P9270163.JPG" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><i><b>Keep a light on those you love</b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i><b>They will be there when you die<br />Baby there's no need to fear<br />Baby there's no need to cry<br />Every little piece in your life<br />Will add up to one<br />Every little piece in your life<br />Will it mean something to someone?<br />You fuse my broken bones<br />Back together and then<br />Lift the weight of the world<br />From my shoulders again<br />Every little piece in your life<br />Will add up to one<br />Every little piece in your life<br />Will it mean something to someone?<br />Every little piece in your life<br />Will add up to one<br />Every little piece of your life<br />Will mean something to someone<br />You touch my face god whispers in my ears<br />In my..<br />There are tears in my eyes<br />Love replaces fear<br />You touch my face<br />god whispers in my ears<br />In my year (ear)..<br />There are tears in my eyes<br />Love replaces fear<br />Fear<br />Every little piece in your life<br />Will add up to one<br />Every little piece in your life<br />Will mean something to someone<br />Every little piece in your life<br />Will add up to one<br />Every little piece of your life<br />Will mean something to someone </b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The Weight of the World - Editors</span></span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-2074176242081430542010-07-04T23:55:00.004+01:002010-07-05T00:06:41.684+01:00<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiX0vm5kPIkUIqIkdGF9eYGfKCMv8ofcnP7yL3fI0shdwuhsQM1sMAzDaHZQzaJ9UKRSmxzjRYZE9KQLQjgjEz3PfXJoyhGZUJ1gKgfwex9yS94Spbex6Up7sXns1nzp7VwiGT0qNKQnWt/s1600/PA050260.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490190469632614146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiX0vm5kPIkUIqIkdGF9eYGfKCMv8ofcnP7yL3fI0shdwuhsQM1sMAzDaHZQzaJ9UKRSmxzjRYZE9KQLQjgjEz3PfXJoyhGZUJ1gKgfwex9yS94Spbex6Up7sXns1nzp7VwiGT0qNKQnWt/s400/PA050260.JPG" /></a> Sabemos que algo é bom quando um arrepio nos percorre enquanto o experienciamos...</div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: Lisboa<br /></div></span><div align="left">Editors - The weight of the world<br /></div><p align="right"><br /><object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wRsqm7nHb_c/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRsqm7nHb_c&hl=pt_BR&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRsqm7nHb_c&hl=pt_BR&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><div align="right"><br /></div><p align="right"></p><div align="right"><br /></div><p align="right"></p>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-21796363271648075172010-07-04T23:40:00.001+01:002010-07-04T23:42:03.439+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwgKK8zyICtAL4KjnEyaVp-mkrwlXaV2JYclMdzveFaiNfGhdjvUsw9WZmSzv7QinDUfwVGxYdetFkrAjl1L2VHhw7KFGszaiE8yVDJCbJiHqr4OWKhUdPOCjIM4BpcKXOq_My-RTLoO0/s1600/P5020022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490184766522508322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwgKK8zyICtAL4KjnEyaVp-mkrwlXaV2JYclMdzveFaiNfGhdjvUsw9WZmSzv7QinDUfwVGxYdetFkrAjl1L2VHhw7KFGszaiE8yVDJCbJiHqr4OWKhUdPOCjIM4BpcKXOq_My-RTLoO0/s400/P5020022.JPG" /></a><br /><div><strong>E no dia em que fiquei vermelha de raiva com as chinchilas digo SIM a mais duas...</strong></div><div><strong>Estarei louca?</strong></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-35748338764731789602010-07-03T23:06:00.003+01:002010-07-03T23:10:20.419+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjviZEzh72P9j5i8NYcbDhWoaKie1_jYWfOOOWzAL1rvOINrcualSCHFoXhAAj3WpzqkDWPsNYxaOH4-eRxiBX88ByRaXoRnaNVS6RwaelAnDCHnEfk3mQkAhvBYbloME4mlG89lu_OIMW/s1600/P9120688.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489805243097870866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjviZEzh72P9j5i8NYcbDhWoaKie1_jYWfOOOWzAL1rvOINrcualSCHFoXhAAj3WpzqkDWPsNYxaOH4-eRxiBX88ByRaXoRnaNVS6RwaelAnDCHnEfk3mQkAhvBYbloME4mlG89lu_OIMW/s400/P9120688.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Andos às voltas com o que será suposto;</div><div>Amargurar-me com a análise de todos os obstáculos que surgem pela frente,</div><div>ou ignorá-los não retirando nada de edificante da experiência?</div><div> </div><div>Preciso de um meio termo que não estou a conseguir alcançar...</div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-14196093608236708392010-07-03T22:57:00.002+01:002010-07-03T23:03:08.958+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0XjhuiuK0XCt5aGwEj1PosWv_HNYq93VFE-aTtVDLmybu8EodvIdESDuiqttx1f5VE3WnqMg-JEXTIycKEkYtNm8Vbz502LghE4zymPfpVeZKKDtRGzUtyG2YVMgc6K-Kn1RaATYw42Q/s1600/222.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489803667120101298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0XjhuiuK0XCt5aGwEj1PosWv_HNYq93VFE-aTtVDLmybu8EodvIdESDuiqttx1f5VE3WnqMg-JEXTIycKEkYtNm8Vbz502LghE4zymPfpVeZKKDtRGzUtyG2YVMgc6K-Kn1RaATYw42Q/s400/222.JPG" /></a><br /><div><strong>Gosto quando os dias estão tão baralhados que nem os distinguímos, gosto de sextas feiras ignoradas, de domingos não angustiados e de 2feiras não deprimidas e de 4feiras indiferentes.</strong></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-30477583086329563832010-06-24T22:41:00.002+01:002010-06-24T22:54:37.421+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvrBMah_O5V_k_88tf1M3QBQAeKUOpRTQQVmwkjS2NA6i0lpMV4teTcZWcdMY-ViseoY5Ti4RbssEily6ke2glhejje-SFFfeNtio9bblWqi7ir8JctASfUqcND1Eie1zXhOmaTwLoLw6/s1600/23.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486461813302060322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvrBMah_O5V_k_88tf1M3QBQAeKUOpRTQQVmwkjS2NA6i0lpMV4teTcZWcdMY-ViseoY5Ti4RbssEily6ke2glhejje-SFFfeNtio9bblWqi7ir8JctASfUqcND1Eie1zXhOmaTwLoLw6/s400/23.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">"Enquanto respiro, mantenho a esperança"</span></em></div><div align="center">Cicero</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">foto: Madeira</span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-6474315146347681132010-06-24T19:48:00.004+01:002010-06-24T20:01:07.064+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuKPa4X1Mlg9_x8ySpWKLWHL2ePJ_al_s1i2aF1fhpGibArlfPFKEb-GLXMbshNtlDk2X3OBvV2fTooUw-RMV9kpCYKnY9U-FEs9KzWEh_7ctwb8NrZs5Fq0xQDZCIeX7pYc3hNf_hIvm/s1600/118.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486417087702799938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuKPa4X1Mlg9_x8ySpWKLWHL2ePJ_al_s1i2aF1fhpGibArlfPFKEb-GLXMbshNtlDk2X3OBvV2fTooUw-RMV9kpCYKnY9U-FEs9KzWEh_7ctwb8NrZs5Fq0xQDZCIeX7pYc3hNf_hIvm/s400/118.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>"Muda! Quando a gente muda o mundo muda com a gente</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A gente muda o mundo na mudança da mente.</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E, quando a mente manda ninguem manda na gente...</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Na mudança do presente a gente molde o futuro."</strong></span></em></div><div align="center">Gabriel, o pensador</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">foto: Óbidos</span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-67014676933059718772010-06-24T19:38:00.002+01:002010-06-24T21:28:35.795+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix7ezxJ_sUVWs2jiVlhamreIeAKLEpnNsdvyReFIsOc0PSBYzlLYG0qUqu5OdhlA6kAUBVOHnQrumCPkcXHXnQVnUHCToLmvXGzdE9IT7aiNeu-S8gHCUp3FaaUZlm-kOGNfBLMEOXNazr/s1600/P9270162.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486412693725622098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix7ezxJ_sUVWs2jiVlhamreIeAKLEpnNsdvyReFIsOc0PSBYzlLYG0qUqu5OdhlA6kAUBVOHnQrumCPkcXHXnQVnUHCToLmvXGzdE9IT7aiNeu-S8gHCUp3FaaUZlm-kOGNfBLMEOXNazr/s400/P9270162.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"The mistery of love is greater than the mistery of death"</span></strong></em></div><div align="center">Oscar wilde </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">foto: baixa de Lisboa</span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-18938013443093124682010-06-23T00:32:00.003+01:002010-06-23T00:40:42.055+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhxFe6RjqvF7PF3QDUk0mI_N2XgWWAzczcEJ9UTh4g6U1O-VlHniTG9oYKS1zdp4iVZoBfIiADuldUTIPkYkpqscb9ErFqIzQCUU7Ukw415maSJmAEa4hxcqiiPSPBbFcXXmL8LN6P4ej/s1600/21062010292.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485745952134707394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhxFe6RjqvF7PF3QDUk0mI_N2XgWWAzczcEJ9UTh4g6U1O-VlHniTG9oYKS1zdp4iVZoBfIiADuldUTIPkYkpqscb9ErFqIzQCUU7Ukw415maSJmAEa4hxcqiiPSPBbFcXXmL8LN6P4ej/s400/21062010292.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwJ7P3psAG0g2m7j9U9oORkz-my5a1p4WysE2EUcVlhLdHdxWpcsALHl1kh2uMytEwbaxfizLsKIsHrA3QI7R55RYIs6KG6bPEIlUlaB8W42l9o1hq8pwbOMiLUFpVRacnPsi0ehAMfMtC/s1600/21062010277.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485745942799428802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwJ7P3psAG0g2m7j9U9oORkz-my5a1p4WysE2EUcVlhLdHdxWpcsALHl1kh2uMytEwbaxfizLsKIsHrA3QI7R55RYIs6KG6bPEIlUlaB8W42l9o1hq8pwbOMiLUFpVRacnPsi0ehAMfMtC/s400/21062010277.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>Padrões das minhas futuras novas cortinas :)</strong></div><div><strong>(sala e cozinha, respectivamente)</strong></div></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-89111960105021592602010-06-22T00:44:00.000+01:002010-06-22T00:48:49.951+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHGDoYyrvRnNFi-rqm-_ZScVLAWDxconQapFZX3oiJlr5rNLB0wQ6xC5eJoqmFeA8WZaTwucDGCWJXXSY24aMoH-56khboZYIHEU59bS_4FQ9X85s8W00plzKjiF46R6jbluZjHch7Mbg/s1600/27032010223.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485378082562358530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHGDoYyrvRnNFi-rqm-_ZScVLAWDxconQapFZX3oiJlr5rNLB0wQ6xC5eJoqmFeA8WZaTwucDGCWJXXSY24aMoH-56khboZYIHEU59bS_4FQ9X85s8W00plzKjiF46R6jbluZjHch7Mbg/s400/27032010223.jpg" /></a><br /><div>O "X" costuma marcar o local...</div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-50071848141935439352010-06-21T13:08:00.005+01:002010-06-22T00:36:50.131+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirq8GoGdQJj6YowoSAIqK6S_MQt4_lr4cIPaU2sZgWFE7obGc0AhUaDBVpufQYs9IVPfMZuWZTfBsCy6PuYVQS35j2zirmZ2bGKiGzThEbbrUDOFALtvQDRskkPuaSmGO3XvGCwtBnE_ux/s1600/9.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485374686309363154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirq8GoGdQJj6YowoSAIqK6S_MQt4_lr4cIPaU2sZgWFE7obGc0AhUaDBVpufQYs9IVPfMZuWZTfBsCy6PuYVQS35j2zirmZ2bGKiGzThEbbrUDOFALtvQDRskkPuaSmGO3XvGCwtBnE_ux/s400/9.JPG" /></a><br /><div><strong>Não te preocupes</strong></div><div><strong>não disse a ninguém que não me falas</strong></div><div><strong>que em capricho me desligaste o telefone na cara</strong></div><div><strong>fica o nosso segredo...</strong></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-9915167800184476412010-06-13T13:28:00.001+01:002010-06-13T13:33:53.611+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9_ZQhdHXeA9ujqeagyGNpHEyofanDaeTBv5xLhUUpdSQ0BDa74h052OoqZfxGpbyHZuvfL6MCcI5sgheHh2EIqZC9YcntiwGLOQbcVo_nwA4czl9kxEUwCbwzceFi0AnlfWRp-P7cLRhb/s1600/192.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482235244385875570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9_ZQhdHXeA9ujqeagyGNpHEyofanDaeTBv5xLhUUpdSQ0BDa74h052OoqZfxGpbyHZuvfL6MCcI5sgheHh2EIqZC9YcntiwGLOQbcVo_nwA4czl9kxEUwCbwzceFi0AnlfWRp-P7cLRhb/s400/192.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"If you have no fear you are completly free"</span></strong></em></div><div align="center">Autor desconhecido</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: Baleal</span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-28122955359932770342010-06-13T13:16:00.002+01:002010-06-13T13:23:22.154+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgh9F3Z5u5sER1BpGCuW4fGqvbk1-KMl6e8BPE1AxyOhOwxvf-RUfAfoafVyVlmSp8nX1AZONVbpjPVi1EzKR81rEKHVJa5tAIjea217vBI1gz4yKsVaRtzaH3q6yBirZVymi6-Enk4nNU/s1600/marginal.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482232656206597970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgh9F3Z5u5sER1BpGCuW4fGqvbk1-KMl6e8BPE1AxyOhOwxvf-RUfAfoafVyVlmSp8nX1AZONVbpjPVi1EzKR81rEKHVJa5tAIjea217vBI1gz4yKsVaRtzaH3q6yBirZVymi6-Enk4nNU/s400/marginal.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"There are no coincidences only the ilusion of coincidence"</span></strong></em></div><div align="center">Autor desconhecido</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: marginal</span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-14157131219304214992010-05-28T14:00:00.003+01:002010-05-28T14:13:58.901+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzYAcK-gGQakywjOXGZbPGIGi3aUNrq2jn1Qz0BaxC1sO20REHx0vgtD0gzfPDdVfd1UY4n3qNpYvXivJoEC3epFv0EV5d-IBRMTC4YVzrhQHt_f1VQwqD0Cy6rokygpU13n9ifYyUk_1K/s1600/P8260155.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476306846075133362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzYAcK-gGQakywjOXGZbPGIGi3aUNrq2jn1Qz0BaxC1sO20REHx0vgtD0gzfPDdVfd1UY4n3qNpYvXivJoEC3epFv0EV5d-IBRMTC4YVzrhQHt_f1VQwqD0Cy6rokygpU13n9ifYyUk_1K/s400/P8260155.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">"Se o infinito não tivesse desejado que o homem fosse sábio, não lhe teria concedido a faculdade do conhecimento."</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Autor desconhecido</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: Detalhe de pórico em sintra</span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-64466552276160486602010-05-28T13:45:00.005+01:002010-05-28T14:11:19.620+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cxxOSg9vcxbdknK0EEDOHiZpjA4OTX8zyksVQNJwMuvb9ObgQLdgTLMXummE7nESahU0Z8Q5ftq6KPwhALjK8QQI-AENNBJ3mCiJqiK3DZcNw8WIGFIkdA_dMQrwcEAHU9-yQAeqwLab/s1600/158.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476303200973891762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cxxOSg9vcxbdknK0EEDOHiZpjA4OTX8zyksVQNJwMuvb9ObgQLdgTLMXummE7nESahU0Z8Q5ftq6KPwhALjK8QQI-AENNBJ3mCiJqiK3DZcNw8WIGFIkdA_dMQrwcEAHU9-yQAeqwLab/s400/158.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">"Porque não há coisa oculta que não venha a manifestar-se; porque não há coisa escondida que não se saiba e venha à luz."</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Autor desconhecido</span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-71110771252086390232010-01-17T14:57:00.003+00:002010-01-17T15:54:36.160+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ-6cha4zWiBP0r5sHAtUDbvZhYRtFalBp9Ef1BBgjCf8yfiA31yW17hEerSDDJPCIjStaZRdNdCbhKvlzUuD2ezymymfkYqXFaImgg5_S-xpdVd4OymLQYMMZ4PiORZPVXRvSbRFkmC7F/s1600-h/060.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427723051739035490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ-6cha4zWiBP0r5sHAtUDbvZhYRtFalBp9Ef1BBgjCf8yfiA31yW17hEerSDDJPCIjStaZRdNdCbhKvlzUuD2ezymymfkYqXFaImgg5_S-xpdVd4OymLQYMMZ4PiORZPVXRvSbRFkmC7F/s400/060.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"As cidades, sinto-as febris como adolescentes, dançando sobre as pistas da sua própria luz, consumidas por uma inquietação difusa, crueis, livres, impuras, amantes obsoletas do novo, com toda a sua sujidade inaugural, sitios de queda e construcção, leviandade e levitação, onde os acontecimentos se precepitam em cadeia e a verdade pequena de cada um existe verdadeiramente, alterando a composição quimica do todo a cada passo.</span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A poluição urbana é feita do lastro azul das almas que gravitam sobre elas, almas antigas e futuras que lutam para se infiltrar na carne do presente, para fazer da memória uma casa em obras.</span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">As cidades dão-nos a medida constante do inatingivel, por isso não conseguimos afastar-nos delas."</span></strong></em></div><div align="center">Inês Pedrosa</div><div></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: Lisboa vista do Elevador de Santa Justa</span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-74331486963339740032010-01-17T14:42:00.004+00:002010-01-20T00:02:33.455+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFMdBFXbts0TBPyb1hPwjivMEsFdLlj1EjJ4Pel0TV6lsHzwsK3HKTVecS75rRKAz4IqntpXcX6rEwMxntiCgXK8rFME2ZWWTJoAzRkYUl8x9KaAoRqfW2MrcZW8ZRg8U-7LQnl39rX5h/s1600-h/Maq.+Helder+072.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427720065007838738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFMdBFXbts0TBPyb1hPwjivMEsFdLlj1EjJ4Pel0TV6lsHzwsK3HKTVecS75rRKAz4IqntpXcX6rEwMxntiCgXK8rFME2ZWWTJoAzRkYUl8x9KaAoRqfW2MrcZW8ZRg8U-7LQnl39rX5h/s400/Maq.+Helder+072.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"Fazer amor não existe, porra, o amor não se faz. O amor desaba sobre nós já feito, não o controlamos - por isso o sistema se cansa tanto a substituí-lo pelo sexo, coisa gráfica, aparentemente moldável. Também não era foder, fornicar, copular - essas palavras vioentas com que tentamos rebentar o amor. Como se fosse possivel. Como se o amor não fosse exactamente essa fornicação metafisica que não nos diz respeito - sofremos-lhe apenas os estilhaços, que nos roubam a vida e a vontade. eu queria oferecer-te o meu corpo para que o absorvesses no teu."</span></strong></em></div><div align="center">Inês Pedrosa</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: Não é da minha autoria</span></div>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972078382425556797.post-65849127627772227072010-01-17T14:29:00.004+00:002010-01-20T00:03:04.783+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwDomXihc0JJyBpVq_jr0bOGZhv-WzuaZEHFtCrpVOL7y5LZNlOl3VH3KQm2euOcObZ9CT8NYMYq_x_AMSnpvclRVtBD2mvurnv2q1a6o4fU_hFXUGKsXAdx3iWfDxOG83FPYTkmPwqsXs/s1600-h/Maq.+Helder+200.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427716672253131410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwDomXihc0JJyBpVq_jr0bOGZhv-WzuaZEHFtCrpVOL7y5LZNlOl3VH3KQm2euOcObZ9CT8NYMYq_x_AMSnpvclRVtBD2mvurnv2q1a6o4fU_hFXUGKsXAdx3iWfDxOG83FPYTkmPwqsXs/s400/Maq.+Helder+200.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"Há cem milhoes de estrelas, só na nossa galáxia. E em todas elas o teu olhar existe, cintilação fria da mentira de mim. Quem sou eu, neste inferno deslumbrante preenchido pelo negro da tua ausência?"</span></strong></em></p><p align="center">Inês pedrosa</p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: Céu da Ericeira em noite de ano novo (2009/10) e não é da minha autoria</span></p>Marie Louise de L'Enferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972196577286617370noreply@blogger.com0