tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32752251430195853982011-04-21T12:39:41.806-07:00...filosofias do momento...meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275225143019585398.post-48234490848864289302009-04-30T04:04:00.000-07:002009-04-30T04:04:48.004-07:00<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/SfmFz19c7jI/AAAAAAAAADg/FHrzRUGrIN8/s1600-h/DSCF4245.jpg'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/SfmFz19c7jI/AAAAAAAAADg/FHrzRUGrIN8/s320/DSCF4245.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a>&nbsp;</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275225143019585398-4823449084886428930?l=estoriascomcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275225143019585398.post-63260740647701108572009-04-30T03:57:00.000-07:002009-04-30T04:01:31.915-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/SfmEiT0AEXI/AAAAAAAAADY/pU7EOiccaVM/s1600-h/ORA+-+ARA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/SfmEiT0AEXI/AAAAAAAAADY/pU7EOiccaVM/s200/ORA+-+ARA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330437358938493298" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275225143019585398-6326074064770110857?l=estoriascomcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275225143019585398.post-44885015272521955832009-04-30T03:56:00.000-07:002009-04-30T03:56:26.902-07:00<a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/SfmD2XdWOMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oAKNcps0M9E/s1600-h/DSCF2635.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/SfmD2XdWOMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oAKNcps0M9E/s320/DSCF2635.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a>&nbsp;<div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/SaPw2hAujiI/AAAAAAAAACY/_tLZ4ZxdanM/s200/DSCF2620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306349605337599522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/SaPw2Z5m2LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mxj7cY7K4eY/s1600-h/DSCF2610.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/SaPw2Z5m2LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mxj7cY7K4eY/s200/DSCF2610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306349603428686002" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275225143019585398-3052092748945251170?l=estoriascomcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275225143019585398.post-11754378680822358172008-04-08T14:00:00.000-07:002008-12-08T13:24:31.463-08:00<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><A HREF='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/R_vc_nCYl4I/AAAAAAAAABU/xSJV_74jj1w/s1600-h/2007_1212M%C3%A1quinaNova30124.JPG'><IMG SRC='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/R_vc_nCYl4I/AAAAAAAAABU/xSJV_74jj1w/s320/2007_1212M%C3%A1quinaNova30124.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' ></A>&nbsp;</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div> Lá vou, mais uma vez à descoberta do desconhecido. <br /><br />Coloco-me no seu seio, com todos os sentidos despertos.<br /><br />A intenção de encontrar o fluir certo dos sentimentos invasores da minha alma,<br /><br />É mais forte do que eu!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275225143019585398-1175437868082235817?l=estoriascomcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275225143019585398.post-91347030726391306522008-04-05T14:11:00.000-07:002008-12-08T13:24:31.639-08:00<A HREF='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/R_frCHCYl3I/AAAAAAAAABM/bSkf0yFc7l0/s1600-h/organizar+190.jpg'><IMG SRC='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/R_frCHCYl3I/AAAAAAAAABM/bSkf0yFc7l0/s320/organizar+190.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;'></A>&nbsp;<br /><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275225143019585398-9134703072639130652?l=estoriascomcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275225143019585398.post-44304961634383179092008-04-03T13:48:00.000-07:002008-12-08T13:24:31.844-08:00<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><A HREF='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/R_VCmXCYl2I/AAAAAAAAABE/yr3ltCcDJPA/s1600-h/organizar+212.jpg'><IMG SRC='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/R_VCmXCYl2I/AAAAAAAAABE/yr3ltCcDJPA/s320/organizar+212.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' ></A>&nbsp;</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275225143019585398-4430496163438317909?l=estoriascomcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275225143019585398.post-34781754431511804792008-04-02T07:41:00.000-07:002008-04-02T07:44:00.955-07:00Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus<br /> amores.<br /> Mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!<br /> A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem...<br /> Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida....<br /> ...mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro,<br /> ...embora não declare e não os procure sempre...<br /> <br /> Isso é dedicado as pessoas que fazem parte da minha vida...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275225143019585398-3478175443151180479?l=estoriascomcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275225143019585398.post-54882126102445556532008-04-01T14:10:00.000-07:002008-04-01T14:13:15.719-07:00Na vida,<br />o importante não é ser, ter ou parecer...<br />O importante é fazer, construir, desenvolver...<br />Uma pancada nos olhos faz ver !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275225143019585398-5488212610244555653?l=estoriascomcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275225143019585398.post-77633224060525303592008-03-28T15:39:00.000-07:002008-12-08T13:24:31.982-08:00Lugares que marcam a vida de muitos. Este é especial, guarda muitas memórias de quem por lá passou. Ai se os degraus falassem?! As alegrias com os sorrisos e gargalhadas contagiantes... Uma pinga do meu, do teu e do copo dela... É esta, a pontezinha! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/R-1zwnCYl1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEFqbk9C1_c/s320/1%C2%BA+anivers%C3%A1rio+do+Gaspar+(61).jpg" border="0" />A ponte das declarações de amor! Da plenitude na entrega da alma e coração ao universo!<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275225143019585398-7763322406052530359?l=estoriascomcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275225143019585398.post-25401957754706292322008-03-24T15:57:00.000-07:002008-03-24T16:05:29.401-07:00Será aqui o fim?<br />Do correr paranóico, atiçado pela fúria de querer o impossível,<br />instalado no infinito.<br />As hipóteses sem matéria para testar.<br />Deve ser agora.<br />É o mudar de direção,<br />o encontro da festa sentimental,<br />da surpresa constante.<br />Crescem projectos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275225143019585398-2540195775470629232?l=estoriascomcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275225143019585398.post-15841536715166920372008-03-22T08:34:00.000-07:002008-12-08T13:24:32.196-08:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/R-UnFHCYl0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I1ZjfBKa8yA/s1600-h/gaspar+praia-Cascais+(31).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZL-LZtiC3rc/R-UnFHCYl0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I1ZjfBKa8yA/s320/gaspar+praia-Cascais+(31).JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><em>A bela praia em Outubro de 2006. O começo de uma nova viagem. Que dias como este se repitam muitas vezes nesta viragem.<br /></em><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><em></em> </blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275225143019585398-1584153671516692037?l=estoriascomcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3275225143019585398.post-5150154245000344722008-03-14T13:17:00.000-07:002008-03-14T13:21:04.049-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">Jornalisticamente II<br />A senhora Secretária de Estado da Educação veio ao Algarve visitar algumas escolas e dizer que o governo pretende reforçar o ensino da língua portuguesa aos estudantes estrangeiros. Acho bem, sim senhor. Mas pergunto, então e o estudo do português pelo alunos portugueses? Cada vez se fala (e escreve) pior português, e agora já ninguém sabe quem é quem na história da literatura portuguesa. Como as coisas vão, já só falta eliminarem a disciplina em si, por completo. Quer dizer, já tiraram 2 dos nossos maiores poetas do programa curricular da disciplina, e eu quero é saber, quem será o senhor que se segue?<br />Publicado por Ju em </span><a href="http://issagora.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/087672.html"><span style="font-size:85%;">11:47 PM</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> <br />Jornalisticamente...<br />Li esta tarde, uma rubrica, da Srª Deolinda Lopes, intitulada, O Direito à Cultura, e aplaudo a mesma, pois todos nós, cidadãos, temos efectivamente ese direito.Nesta rubrica, fala-se das instituições que, em Faro, fazem o que podem para promover eventos culturais, como o Cineclube de Faro, o I.P.J., a associação ARCA ou a Biblioteca Municipal. Fala-se também da "...falta de iniciativa do executivo camarário para dinamizar e desenvolver a política cultural." justiça lhe seja feita, grande verdade, parece que a vontade dos senhores não é muita...<br />Mas este "postre" é para apontar um item em particular, a srª fala aqui do novo bar existente no I.P.J. (e agora vou puxar a brasa à sardinha, que eu sei que a patroa vai gostar;-)), diz que é um espaço com boas comidas, mas, e isto digo eu, é também um espaço que promove eventos diversos a nível cultural. Mas a dita srª enganou-se! D.Deolinda, o bar não se chama "Café com Estórias", mas sim "Estórias com Café"! Um pequeno engano, dirão alguns. Talvez, mas ainda assim...<br />Publicado por Ju em </span><a href="http://issagora.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/087665.html"><span style="font-size:85%;">11:28 PM</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> <br /><br /><br />In http://issagora.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/2004_03.html<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3275225143019585398-515015424500034472?l=estoriascomcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042954709077014446noreply@blogger.com0