tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86331937001013978472024-03-24T15:59:13.458-07:00PINTURAS DE MALEMA Apenas um lugar, onde a pintura me leva no tempo - agora.Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.comBlogger357125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-5400589541894788662024-03-20T01:36:00.000-07:002024-03-20T07:33:29.964-07:00TEMPO DE PAPOILAS.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNhvho7Sau6aOC4ekCXyR0mcdTl1I54gFZb-_1tz68GlvFfZXpjcR0RjjJL6bTGcS8KldsqH0hoLE1akmgEOv61i6-_R5BLW38MhNjSLi5M7Li7QaRnhhaskWTFlPI7eTgmwx-Ly5OR7ODRFzPL2pG4vPAY8L_ZeU7rpj5gdbqq9cRb9oAbgxYexcSeQEn" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="2863" data-original-width="3627" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNhvho7Sau6aOC4ekCXyR0mcdTl1I54gFZb-_1tz68GlvFfZXpjcR0RjjJL6bTGcS8KldsqH0hoLE1akmgEOv61i6-_R5BLW38MhNjSLi5M7Li7QaRnhhaskWTFlPI7eTgmwx-Ly5OR7ODRFzPL2pG4vPAY8L_ZeU7rpj5gdbqq9cRb9oAbgxYexcSeQEn=w400-h316" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Eu gostava de ser como as papoilas</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">De aveludadas hastes e corolas<br />Ondulando ao vento no meio dos trigais...<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ter a cor do sangue e da esperança<br />E viver a vida como quem a dança<br />Sem me importar de enredos ou finais.<br />....<br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Felipa Monteverde</span></div></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-51557052498271011312024-03-07T00:51:00.000-08:002024-03-14T01:20:01.662-07:00VIVER COM ALEGRIA.<div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1357" data-original-width="1780" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMmrtdeSxCZLZNGTaKmqyzpR6teNMMkRpxqRVcn4dMhzGbSIOlZpFQ3uDapav6UBclBzDR9j5o03BPziTFwDQT70v7eOQlvI83K-6h48ngqr8NtvvZBEoDOfmEqgcU6ESgz-qPBCF3WKu_D65yMpioe2iE_qXr0sfbdeKlx6xFsGRMlp05TGEQvf55sQjw/w400-h305/20230523_134218.jpg" width="400" /></div></div><p></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div> De repente tudo vai ficando tão simples que assusta.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">A gente vai perdendo as necessidades, vai reduzindo a bagagem.<br />As opiniões dos outros, são realmente dos outros, e mesmo que sejam sobre nós, não tem importância.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Paramos de julgar, pois já não existe certo ou errado e sim a vida que cada um escolheu experimentar.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Por fim entendemos que tudo o que importa é ter paz e sossego, é viver sem medo, é fazer o que alegra o coração.<br />E só.</span></div><div><p></p><div><div class="gmail_default"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Mario Quintana</span></div></div></div></div></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-758500180669352262024-02-21T00:12:00.000-08:002024-03-07T10:28:12.183-08:00A ESPANTOSA REALIDADE DAS COISAS!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemfvUHR6J5CKmFu38z8eRaRXfnqlavLthMn3qEWsJggV5YB8XCCEmKxakvg7yI-C8Bq9pMruI3ZOn3Aq5LVLEEiG0VsYz1TvvbFQhSR8Tg43_-VIh1J4wbggYZSw55X5bBVhVfSZ6JYi6NyduPIuyq5jCHqFoxu8pDiKEbEuD1_vPJpa3H4Oh6VPvWyVK/s4331/20220723_163713.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4331" data-original-width="2604" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemfvUHR6J5CKmFu38z8eRaRXfnqlavLthMn3qEWsJggV5YB8XCCEmKxakvg7yI-C8Bq9pMruI3ZOn3Aq5LVLEEiG0VsYz1TvvbFQhSR8Tg43_-VIh1J4wbggYZSw55X5bBVhVfSZ6JYi6NyduPIuyq5jCHqFoxu8pDiKEbEuD1_vPJpa3H4Oh6VPvWyVK/w240-h400/20220723_163713.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">É a minha descoberta de todos os dias.<br />Cada coisa é o que é,<br />E é difícil explicar a alguém quanto isso me alegra,<br />E quanto isso me basta.<br /><br />Basta existir para se ser completo.<br />...<br />Às vezes ponho-me a olhar para uma pedra.<br />Não me ponho a pensar se ela sente.<br />Não me perco a chamar-lhe minha irmã.<br />Mas gosto dela por ela ser uma pedra,<br />Gosto dela porque ela não sente nada,<br />Gosto dela porque ela não tem parentesco nenhum comigo.<br />...<br />Outras vezes oiço passar o vento,<br />E acho que só para ouvir passar o vento vale a pena ter nascido.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">...</span><br /><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Fernando Pessoa</span>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-4277907895530248892024-02-04T00:20:00.000-08:002024-02-04T00:20:30.348-08:00A INÊS FAZ 3 ANOS!<div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3162" data-original-width="1996" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXCDj_MDkdJMibifnZRbiaYYaFPhr3uZFzy_ClD7bPEWRsv3wficJ0vPuazjdKE2G17w9ZJrbPu84IuNvy731Q6NHseeoSOeZjwx18EbgBh-OhA5qQCouK5p_XdJndO7erT0qE3t1UceO3xF-eqlawf0Gn7phYw_EW2y6vSYLJ-3RkadbGUg4tXDmyXNj/w253-h400/20240128_153823.jpg" width="253" /></div></div><p></p><p></p><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Eu sou pequeno, me dizem,<br />e eu fico muito zangado.<br />Tenho de olhar todo mundo<br />com o queixo levantado.<br /><br />Mas, se formiga falasse<br />e me visse lá do chão,<br />ia dizer, com certeza:<br />— Minha nossa, que grandão!</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Pedro Bandeira</span></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-83120576972772463182024-01-12T09:57:00.000-08:002024-03-07T10:29:04.564-08:00SONHAR EM 2024!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVtOX0et30WtQX4fDXb9gJjcx7JmTkivZ3vbv-rEphup4zd7Eld67_Zw9coJindOsZW6VvLYdrZa0MlHAeKG6jP1fJ71VAHQAClLqu_xe-qJQul8u5qZ-uky0WLPgeiiczW3xST9-Ia-1veNFfioMIPHQmmH6sivrNJZKb3LNBGgpDobAHcygzNW94OYUp/s1847/20230129_154656.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1847" data-original-width="1534" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVtOX0et30WtQX4fDXb9gJjcx7JmTkivZ3vbv-rEphup4zd7Eld67_Zw9coJindOsZW6VvLYdrZa0MlHAeKG6jP1fJ71VAHQAClLqu_xe-qJQul8u5qZ-uky0WLPgeiiczW3xST9-Ia-1veNFfioMIPHQmmH6sivrNJZKb3LNBGgpDobAHcygzNW94OYUp/w333-h400/20230129_154656.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><p></p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Inventa um alfabeto<br />De ilusões ...<br />Um á-bê-cê secreto<br />Que soletras à margem das lições ...<br />Voa pela janela<br />De encontro a qualquer sol que te sorria!<br />Asas? Não são precisas:<br />Vais ao colo das brisas,<br />Aias da fantasia.<br /><br /><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;">Miguel Torga</span></span>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-44703134451550973502023-12-24T13:57:00.000-08:002023-12-24T13:57:10.426-08:00NESTE NATAL.<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtiVQQfYjt6zVu8g8yUDfR8X-dAm6d5nRzgio_Yt8batSCeWFGQHiOw-HR1LPy5PQmLSse5E_mMBusk8_HFwxXPapo-1t0A-NmtVth3Lk81vMfFFwtxSPQjeYRKy3lr9Y6bKubuVy-Moe9mTi_deHh9Tg9z62TO8m9UIYPRdwym9pLkm6gM7MBe80oywQ/s2455/20231116_162227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2455" data-original-width="1698" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtiVQQfYjt6zVu8g8yUDfR8X-dAm6d5nRzgio_Yt8batSCeWFGQHiOw-HR1LPy5PQmLSse5E_mMBusk8_HFwxXPapo-1t0A-NmtVth3Lk81vMfFFwtxSPQjeYRKy3lr9Y6bKubuVy-Moe9mTi_deHh9Tg9z62TO8m9UIYPRdwym9pLkm6gM7MBe80oywQ/w276-h400/20231116_162227.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Neste Natal, Senhor Menino</span></p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dá-nos mansidão nas palavras, que tão facilmente perdem o sentido da humildade. </span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dá-nos mansidão nos gestos, que tão facilmente se fazem mecânicos e duros. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dá-nos mansidão nos juízos, que depressa degeneram em condenação sem apelo nem futuro. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dá-nos mansidão nas intenções, que a competição impele a uma agressividade sempre mais cortante .</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"> José Tolentino Mendonça.<br /></span></div></div></div></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-69137697743745036282023-12-12T00:25:00.000-08:002023-12-12T00:25:00.373-08:00FLORES COR DE ROSA.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipsN6AVUF23Chszx37ZE2JXtm9z2q-n0S5tYjfy627RgG4zEGn9LguwYRGrTVRMyc_BPTw_2JxuT_Uea9JN9Vy7zgZcbacyOF2HNpxbVxNDee6DA5kI9U3YO87Ht2rrdDfuuMSK9Xg5Ge1dNLPu-WJ61VyTvJVr7rvY7xi-4uXo-ArHi6I1Cd9Hyr3B4fO/s2433/353-flores%20cor%20de%20rosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2433" data-original-width="1885" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipsN6AVUF23Chszx37ZE2JXtm9z2q-n0S5tYjfy627RgG4zEGn9LguwYRGrTVRMyc_BPTw_2JxuT_Uea9JN9Vy7zgZcbacyOF2HNpxbVxNDee6DA5kI9U3YO87Ht2rrdDfuuMSK9Xg5Ge1dNLPu-WJ61VyTvJVr7rvY7xi-4uXo-ArHi6I1Cd9Hyr3B4fO/w310-h400/353-flores%20cor%20de%20rosa.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div>Á kiki.</div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Ser criança é desconhecer o impossível,</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">é acreditar em contos de fada, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">é desenhar a vida do jeito que ela imagina, é pintar o amor, a felicidade e transformar tudo em alegria.</span><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Marcelo Bustamantea<br /></span><br /></div></div></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-21046440205383010632023-11-16T00:43:00.000-08:002023-11-16T00:43:13.963-08:00 SÂO ROSAS, SENHOR!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79YzwtJuxQnjpyODygS1HE8CH5hVUosTihhYrlx2LCoYDrbjVwL8n7H3222xRwiGfZclj7D_y2_2pAoE3KdYclH0_xOU1LH7K7GfU8lRbdoCxTrOq0U_S60cFC0NHYEVOD5tOIAbCNcZ3O0nZaAFMBezllZcg0HmNuOLWPh2dVoA6gAhbbqAfLVYQ_bZY/s2534/352-Duas%20rosas.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2534" data-original-width="1999" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79YzwtJuxQnjpyODygS1HE8CH5hVUosTihhYrlx2LCoYDrbjVwL8n7H3222xRwiGfZclj7D_y2_2pAoE3KdYclH0_xOU1LH7K7GfU8lRbdoCxTrOq0U_S60cFC0NHYEVOD5tOIAbCNcZ3O0nZaAFMBezllZcg0HmNuOLWPh2dVoA6gAhbbqAfLVYQ_bZY/s320/352-Duas%20rosas.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Viver é acalentar sonhos e esperanças.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">É buscar nas pequenas coisas, um grande motivo para ser feliz!</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;">Mário Quintana</span></span></div></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-41586264372509854492023-10-26T01:10:00.000-07:002023-10-26T01:10:29.176-07:00SER POSITIVO!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzcQ5w3DVGMI1H411Ceuqdo98k47CmX54aiREJA2DwyIW5dZS4SQj0luFnSrRk6uVFleaK6ix6l7GgdIJ1PaKGiWimJHy6rgvOFeLK-k8XVHNYmbtBjSBkIFYKYJkj8lmbclWqNB1-uRtSDgiIYLrIgnDOKcPfKZvqpuE_K8PQBaYmLciNG95BxjJx1TJ/s368/op.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="368" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzcQ5w3DVGMI1H411Ceuqdo98k47CmX54aiREJA2DwyIW5dZS4SQj0luFnSrRk6uVFleaK6ix6l7GgdIJ1PaKGiWimJHy6rgvOFeLK-k8XVHNYmbtBjSBkIFYKYJkj8lmbclWqNB1-uRtSDgiIYLrIgnDOKcPfKZvqpuE_K8PQBaYmLciNG95BxjJx1TJ/w400-h300/op.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Não importa se a <br />estação do ano muda…<br />Se o século vira, se o milênio<br />é outro. Se a idade aumenta…<br />Conserva a vontade de viver.<br />Não se chega a parte<br />alguma sem ela.<br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;">Fernando Pessoa</span><br /><br /></span></p><br />Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-10263402933839426902023-10-07T13:02:00.000-07:002023-11-13T10:13:14.576-08:00QUERO!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIjWdQUovf7CdquJxaTsUXyJGhcBUJ6oSeNVZXRckv9jlnGX0Ne02AZaiCwye1Gb3JpK6cD_WtZLbb9x88JHkdKAPEtfqeZeWB_6DRu8y5ktolFLJvbvwSCCVxmhnVsMOuv0usAZC22JJDACq3XV648b_D28lLym9WCGDDfbtqQmNFON0mS_bP3LqZMYma/s2688/20230331_172936.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2688" data-original-width="1889" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIjWdQUovf7CdquJxaTsUXyJGhcBUJ6oSeNVZXRckv9jlnGX0Ne02AZaiCwye1Gb3JpK6cD_WtZLbb9x88JHkdKAPEtfqeZeWB_6DRu8y5ktolFLJvbvwSCCVxmhnVsMOuv0usAZC22JJDACq3XV648b_D28lLym9WCGDDfbtqQmNFON0mS_bP3LqZMYma/w281-h400/20230331_172936.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Quero,<br />nos teus quartos forrados de luar<br />onde nenhum dos meus gestos faz barulho<br />voltar,<br />e sentar-me um instante<br />na beira da janela contra os astros<br />e olhando para dentro contemplar-te,<br />tu dormindo antes de jamais teres<br />acordado,<br />tu como um rio adormecido e doce<br />seguindo a voz do vento e a voz do mar<br />subindo as escadas que sobem pelo ar.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</span></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-53050082504406658032023-09-23T00:58:00.003-07:002023-09-24T00:42:53.453-07:00FOLHAS DE OUTONO.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5-ZdBiMR34ZIJy-c02cl-oQH2jMQZa93ijrLQZzb7ySrWOIYT7grvusFbfGwup64PySz6XjSd1J0tyk3CV3u1GGceLE600AYCJfeCBCKeeqOvtmYPhEGLuBW2P0SQPhjoKGNSzDbBGosj7NPwm6j2zbbG3qHyEJWe99k6-YSelDF4btOqtOuylX3WAen/s2070/20210315_155837%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1827" data-original-width="2070" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5-ZdBiMR34ZIJy-c02cl-oQH2jMQZa93ijrLQZzb7ySrWOIYT7grvusFbfGwup64PySz6XjSd1J0tyk3CV3u1GGceLE600AYCJfeCBCKeeqOvtmYPhEGLuBW2P0SQPhjoKGNSzDbBGosj7NPwm6j2zbbG3qHyEJWe99k6-YSelDF4btOqtOuylX3WAen/w400-h353/20210315_155837%20(2).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p></p><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Encontrei uma folha,<br />uma folha amarela,<br />que a cair veio,<br />pousar na janela.<br /><br />Ela brincou comigo<br />e eu brinquei com ela.<br />Encontrou um amigo,<br />A folha amarela. <br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-small;">Arminda Maria</span></span>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-44476658584668894852023-09-07T01:45:00.000-07:002023-09-07T01:45:56.899-07:00EM SETEMBRO.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRPtcWi8h-pnm-18NqiWsKW9fcdAm9qy88QaJs7NHtSZdZg5OcKejYaK4koK4IMqfC2up6mG_PYzT7ys2lJ-2UPTn71YmtLP6GcH-iXGXeZqLxjpWZKNao3w-Pj0Zhl30Ly6LXRq9wetUAqFYQk2Zr_n3OyZxGHN6jiX01XYid4ENFZNtvrUJRTRQuD7XB/s1532/20230623_161158.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1532" data-original-width="1094" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRPtcWi8h-pnm-18NqiWsKW9fcdAm9qy88QaJs7NHtSZdZg5OcKejYaK4koK4IMqfC2up6mG_PYzT7ys2lJ-2UPTn71YmtLP6GcH-iXGXeZqLxjpWZKNao3w-Pj0Zhl30Ly6LXRq9wetUAqFYQk2Zr_n3OyZxGHN6jiX01XYid4ENFZNtvrUJRTRQuD7XB/w286-h400/20230623_161158.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> És tu a Primavera que eu esperava, </span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">A vida multiplicada e brilhante,<br />Em que é pleno e perfeito cada instante.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"><br />Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</span></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-59968946662444497002023-08-03T07:13:00.000-07:002023-08-03T07:13:20.221-07:00O MAR!<p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_hMJ2RL0v-zL0kuAiGVNPoMk1nkWmOxNr400jP3SiqlDI6EhHid6JMm2bZKUl4ETE0-UDohvLPWUhIJRwZBFkhz_eLHvgUGK2VNRWgpZoW5wTeGN3841rwcfCWNtFV-7HIqEL8DWiN9zcUmrLGzbqRD8hw9zixBBmmksCYLhts9n6I4YM1W2FNFawxoz/s1813/347.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1426" data-original-width="1813" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_hMJ2RL0v-zL0kuAiGVNPoMk1nkWmOxNr400jP3SiqlDI6EhHid6JMm2bZKUl4ETE0-UDohvLPWUhIJRwZBFkhz_eLHvgUGK2VNRWgpZoW5wTeGN3841rwcfCWNtFV-7HIqEL8DWiN9zcUmrLGzbqRD8hw9zixBBmmksCYLhts9n6I4YM1W2FNFawxoz/w400-h315/347.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Eu ontem passei o dia<br /> Ouvindo o que o mar dizia.<br />Chorámos, rimos, cantámos.<br />Falou-me do seu destino,<br />Do seu fado…<br /> Depois, para se alegrar,<br />Ergueu-se, e bailando, e rindo,<br />Pôs-se a cantar<br /> Um canto molhado e lindo.<br /> ...</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;">António Botto</span></span><p><br /> </p></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-9604762619460623052023-07-17T00:14:00.003-07:002023-09-02T02:51:15.822-07:00SABOREIO ESTE DIA!<div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1411" data-original-width="1899" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_d3DW25_sG1uMQAL9aJYrsN4Lutlf9qzVj9rcKqojym5HNqxP8MLEuJK8SXvWqxN4b288Kskbg7m2XZ1dBmJXPMvUzq3lBip5flYzwJvwkpOO0-qe8qgifrkW4u3rmFoIiw-hZrSbXzwEKZWYwddz000tpYLGfRB3JefUqfmjA93bXG1MGLtTDAQFRUDN/w400-h297/elisa%20da%20pintura%2020'23.jpg" width="400" /></div></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saboreio este dia,<br />Fruto roubado no pomar do tempo.<br />Sabe-me a novidade,<br />Deixa-me os lábios doces.<br />Tem a polpa de sol, e dentro dele<br />Calmas sementes de outro sol futuro.<br />Cheira a terra lavrada e a maresia.<br />E tão livre e maduro,<br />Que quando o apanhei já ele caía.<br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Miguel Torga</span></p>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-32513088714115678402023-07-04T00:58:00.001-07:002023-07-04T00:58:21.752-07:00A EMA CHEGOU!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohbJkbY6JvpkznvcZ49xcUhRkM0LqeJWGOwFEu6l8BPhjS6-7X9_qZ5IsV5zNPLaTOVGo-jfrs_nrm-g-ffUitoTvfegUDG708vlIgyJxlRoGN36eEFJqKxZkjId9Rm8EysWlSu0RV4Ox8VimswFPjTSZeDDYFwcsf-rhBrJlklHjBWd-GrA1tmYmhzl-/s2710/20230704_085237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2710" data-original-width="1850" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohbJkbY6JvpkznvcZ49xcUhRkM0LqeJWGOwFEu6l8BPhjS6-7X9_qZ5IsV5zNPLaTOVGo-jfrs_nrm-g-ffUitoTvfegUDG708vlIgyJxlRoGN36eEFJqKxZkjId9Rm8EysWlSu0RV4Ox8VimswFPjTSZeDDYFwcsf-rhBrJlklHjBWd-GrA1tmYmhzl-/w273-h400/20230704_085237.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">E o milagre da vida aconteceu de novo!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">A Ema nasceu hoje!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">E por ela, Senhor da vida e da esperança, rejubilamos e agradecemos.</span></p>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-75249471107493063862023-06-02T00:10:00.001-07:002023-06-02T00:10:32.075-07:00SONHAR!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Mia Couto</span></div></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-87316550344698318972023-05-16T04:05:00.000-07:002023-05-16T04:05:15.858-07:00NOTA DISCORDANTE.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3QDNVS6YtCTcUoqICstE4Ose4S_x3-ZIf7UZBbLOJ48rnSUrSAEFGVkflrLmroWe-NqbdSjWoWJu7w_d2Iv_y_SZ4ldeMB9-3G7H8ab7i5zgt1nMQAR02KDh5vp6V2imrcMAIy61V_rf6xvvCbhqV3Gg3EQ5EYNr_6-hGP08xMq_Ie_rDhnovxvMVNA/s2959/342-20220113_160920(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2959" data-original-width="2444" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3QDNVS6YtCTcUoqICstE4Ose4S_x3-ZIf7UZBbLOJ48rnSUrSAEFGVkflrLmroWe-NqbdSjWoWJu7w_d2Iv_y_SZ4ldeMB9-3G7H8ab7i5zgt1nMQAR02KDh5vp6V2imrcMAIy61V_rf6xvvCbhqV3Gg3EQ5EYNr_6-hGP08xMq_Ie_rDhnovxvMVNA/w330-h400/342-20220113_160920(1).jpg" width="330" /></a></div><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Porque razão sorri a Natureza à minha volta?<br />Reparem na discordância...<br />É como um grito de revolta<br />que se solta<br />por aí fora...<br />... e não encontra obstáculo para o eco...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Fernando Namora</span></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-10500188120897276832023-04-29T00:38:00.000-07:002023-04-29T00:38:39.673-07:00MANSIDÃO DOS DIAS.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQoH4ixH858xJsj1LpJ2KAzCFwnfz1TbpCEigC0NDZqPxAW6pma3KTtU_B_2oC79KS4EUBg0k2tRi9qPyCt_PaI8Y7ASK3Aj7w4ezeqJq7q4J-zY0QzzTlCjVusMKDqoYecGOmYYy2XEA05Fwairv_jjgIw6sMTg6pXoNeibGQitOuPYjtr1dMI7Ph5g/s3157/Vera%20lucia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3157" data-original-width="2430" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQoH4ixH858xJsj1LpJ2KAzCFwnfz1TbpCEigC0NDZqPxAW6pma3KTtU_B_2oC79KS4EUBg0k2tRi9qPyCt_PaI8Y7ASK3Aj7w4ezeqJq7q4J-zY0QzzTlCjVusMKDqoYecGOmYYy2XEA05Fwairv_jjgIw6sMTg6pXoNeibGQitOuPYjtr1dMI7Ph5g/w308-h400/Vera%20lucia.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><p></p><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Segue o teu destino</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rega as tuas plantas<br />Ama as tuas rosas<br />O resto é a sombra<br />de árvores alheias<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Fernando Pessoa</span></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-81698721942787776892023-04-09T00:06:00.000-07:002024-03-07T10:31:49.999-08:00ANUNCIAÇÂO!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><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/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBrqDuIQFi-XDmg8fqd1BoossytIw-Bztfx1yv2vhdZFxd5WAFdElzFJaprVhvaec9AsySF5OEaRfY3Mn6Z2iljto6cefOFpCzdsboqvtgf6lEU1i4k9Y6-BUzntqAB2_JqJwnhgefLczqHtlBIJ13nGvhOUOEWxNTLQQVYOVzGXA9COYDtxNJdSJ6A/s2364/20230331_173234.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2364" data-original-width="1768" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBrqDuIQFi-XDmg8fqd1BoossytIw-Bztfx1yv2vhdZFxd5WAFdElzFJaprVhvaec9AsySF5OEaRfY3Mn6Z2iljto6cefOFpCzdsboqvtgf6lEU1i4k9Y6-BUzntqAB2_JqJwnhgefLczqHtlBIJ13nGvhOUOEWxNTLQQVYOVzGXA9COYDtxNJdSJ6A/w299-h400/20230331_173234.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> Este é o convite que o Senhor nos faz hoje: acreditarmos no seu amor e na sua providência, mesmo quando as circunstâncias da vida nos parecem difíceis ou incompreensíveis.</span><div><p></p></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">A verdadeira prova de fé não é a capacidade de compreender todas as coisas, mas a coragem de prosseguir mesmo quando não entendemos nada.</span><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tolentino Mendonça</span><br /> </span></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-38175622838282923442023-03-11T11:03:00.000-08:002023-03-11T11:03:15.184-08:00MEIO DA VIDA.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi66sE0mF8Wp9KpayPOcK33_vFT9oISGaVIXH6HtHIDF5ZVaohjuauBecbm1Y1VXd_8lDMbj9d2Ih-uoTYyBO4jPptuiXqXdYZ_CD3LbNhiC7V29cGGUSVkMEiO0wi5FhEReVFEUMgww0YOh-AHPkoAh4EkS9P_yvs31arQLk2e84hmV9Wr0kPNfZiXdA/s2666/20200115_132125.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2666" data-original-width="1976" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi66sE0mF8Wp9KpayPOcK33_vFT9oISGaVIXH6HtHIDF5ZVaohjuauBecbm1Y1VXd_8lDMbj9d2Ih-uoTYyBO4jPptuiXqXdYZ_CD3LbNhiC7V29cGGUSVkMEiO0wi5FhEReVFEUMgww0YOh-AHPkoAh4EkS9P_yvs31arQLk2e84hmV9Wr0kPNfZiXdA/w296-h400/20200115_132125.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Porque as manhãs são rápidas e o seu sol quebrado<br />Porque o meio-dia<br />Em seu despido fulgor rodeia a terra<br />A casa compõe uma por uma as suas sombras<br />A casa prepara a tarde<br />Frutos e canções se multiplicam<br />Nua e aguda<br />A doçura da vida.<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;">Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</span></span><p></p></div></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-74527213821707591682023-02-20T00:32:00.000-08:002023-02-20T00:32:48.613-08:00NA ALEGRIA DO ESPANTO!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmz85R0tvWuY8j4r6ec8URgFJibIVm2c99gqqn7jHGXW-mkGehUWxDlAOq25E-X0vavFIGd0ezxzrZ42IK1p5FvGXY5tDPzkgeIhXdw1BFsHaoX6US0_4SSXl_-CSyKsNZxnK6UH-u85gb6E4gGH1c9-UILBX-G5hGoyqSuSt6xyrNpCeqtjMWNyjIw/s3432/338-.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3432" data-original-width="2481" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmz85R0tvWuY8j4r6ec8URgFJibIVm2c99gqqn7jHGXW-mkGehUWxDlAOq25E-X0vavFIGd0ezxzrZ42IK1p5FvGXY5tDPzkgeIhXdw1BFsHaoX6US0_4SSXl_-CSyKsNZxnK6UH-u85gb6E4gGH1c9-UILBX-G5hGoyqSuSt6xyrNpCeqtjMWNyjIw/w289-h400/338-.jpg" width="289" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A criança que ri na rua,<br />A música que vem no acaso,<br />A tela absurda, a estátua nua,<br />A bondade que não tem prazo<br />Tudo isso excede este rigor<br />Que o raciocínio dá a tudo,<br />E tem qualquer coisa de amor,<br />Ainda que o amor seja mudo.<br /><br /><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;">Fernando Pessoa </span><br /></span><br /><p></p>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-35882179976627034342023-02-04T00:28:00.000-08:002023-02-04T00:28:40.623-08:00PARA A INÊS!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YWWhtggvP9sP49zMbflwJygM6TnCj-eMekpDJJ-8YW8gaN6Z6ISJxNq3LHXYJXorU3g_Gt6NqF5PiikHa54Hkf3ILBj410m0W-k7iPzUAIEH7RgfJl_SZuAWsUpV4SunvAaDdUQ5E9lU56OYQTZZGf-yUXaEKP4llfw3kciTNuAopiUFx3y5je0xGQ/s2474/20221129_150247.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2474" data-original-width="1842" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YWWhtggvP9sP49zMbflwJygM6TnCj-eMekpDJJ-8YW8gaN6Z6ISJxNq3LHXYJXorU3g_Gt6NqF5PiikHa54Hkf3ILBj410m0W-k7iPzUAIEH7RgfJl_SZuAWsUpV4SunvAaDdUQ5E9lU56OYQTZZGf-yUXaEKP4llfw3kciTNuAopiUFx3y5je0xGQ/w298-h400/20221129_150247.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">O arco-íris<br />que brota do chão<br />sete cores o enfeitam<br />parece pintado à mão.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">....<br /><br />O arco-íris<br />não há mais nada a dizer<br />além de um sonho<br />o que mais pode ser!<br /><br /><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;">Clarice Pacheco</span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-48277113997559734802023-01-17T00:29:00.000-08:002023-01-17T00:29:48.983-08:00O MILAGRE DE CADA DIA.<p></p><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/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOFETa97wGqzmyLqkcuiONeJ-SGwCRxtN-zkliM9qlCX2Lkwmeo-7KN5d8uO7kgkyEZxWT3aEfkBl6B8LCNONId65o64F-R8Bvw1F2cZFirgc0uclkl68LkyIS17Ln7U3cGSr5fqL_fMB_OcM0fPvNqITv906_RsidYp_-uhqPA5Wgl1jAUqUsNwVTsQ/s733/336-.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="552" data-original-width="733" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOFETa97wGqzmyLqkcuiONeJ-SGwCRxtN-zkliM9qlCX2Lkwmeo-7KN5d8uO7kgkyEZxWT3aEfkBl6B8LCNONId65o64F-R8Bvw1F2cZFirgc0uclkl68LkyIS17Ln7U3cGSr5fqL_fMB_OcM0fPvNqITv906_RsidYp_-uhqPA5Wgl1jAUqUsNwVTsQ/w400-h301/336-.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abrir os olhos </span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">e ver o encanto</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">e ouvir o canto do amanhecer</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">- eis o milagre da vida!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Gil Buena</span><p></p></div></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-50230222960965463852023-01-01T02:12:00.000-08:002023-01-01T02:12:58.346-08:00FELIZ ANO 2023!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZCEMPbYm0Hp5aRoZ6dYDz49JeImtA-icVt00yaOK9hg7U3-325-aFJNyJBe0KxlvC2oejY_n2a-C8YrSWMKjPAiPuVc9nilS5pKjw3jubwATgJIItWxnw8iGpqYWcoMpmZ__S0Xuox1biz6qkY3fUUI4ZeVjuSeG8FFB66WwILk3xL5hBKHRpWIdGw/s2134/335-.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2053" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZCEMPbYm0Hp5aRoZ6dYDz49JeImtA-icVt00yaOK9hg7U3-325-aFJNyJBe0KxlvC2oejY_n2a-C8YrSWMKjPAiPuVc9nilS5pKjw3jubwATgJIItWxnw8iGpqYWcoMpmZ__S0Xuox1biz6qkY3fUUI4ZeVjuSeG8FFB66WwILk3xL5hBKHRpWIdGw/s320/335-.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Quero ignorado, e calmo<br />Por ignorado, e próprio<br />Por calmo, encher meus dias<br />De não querer mais deles.<br />Aos que a riqueza toca<br />O ouro irrita a pele.<br />Aos que a fama bafeja<br />Embacia-se a vida.<br />Aos que a felicidade<br />É sol, virá a noite.<br />Mas ao que nada espera<br />Tudo que vem é grato.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Fernando Pessoa</span><p></p></div>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633193700101397847.post-19433243402569132092022-12-24T15:08:00.000-08:002022-12-24T15:08:29.975-08:00CRISTO NASCEU!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2753" data-original-width="2060" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLjJ1yJsWwtMSBRmb-ouFAgXhRlmS8Um-np6BcHbAiEsNE6DEsbspACkeXo34DxG99IbJuVJFbJ3b4HimZERzp8_9ObQFw1SK6nZTdUdlRaoY76-HDEUK6M0xz173RoQHrgAHSU4ssMag5lpc07_surUBhSjxDpdbyeyYp6p_EStZpaMnrsdiapw8RA/w299-h400/20221118_164900.jpg" width="299" /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> O Natal não é ornamento: é movimento<br /><br />Teremos sempre de caminhar para o encontrar!<br />Entre a noite e o dia<br />Entre a tarefa e o dom<br />Entre o nosso conhecimento e o nosso desejo<br />Entre a palavra e o silêncio que buscamos<br />Uma estrela nos guiará.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;">José Tolentino Mendonça</span></span><p></p>Maria Leontina Maia (MALEMA)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504822748833104429noreply@blogger.com0