tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337084892011-04-22T05:18:34.131+01:00Waiting for Godot...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174030442124206835noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33708489.post-1157743280225638192006-09-08T20:01:00.000+01:002006-09-08T20:21:20.263+01:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"><strong>Simplicidade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">No toque de quem se ama</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Num olhar cumplice no meio de uma multidão</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Numa gargalhada em uníssuno</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Naquele abraço do meu <em>porto seguro</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Momentos que nos fazem sentir que estamos <em>no local certo, na hora certa...</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33708489-115774328022563819?l=sombraoportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waiting for Godot...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174030442124206835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33708489.post-1157227041025927392006-09-02T20:52:00.000+01:002006-09-02T20:59:50.956+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">«...a solidão não é viver só, a solidão é não sermos capazes de fazer companhia a alguém ou a alguma coisa que está dentro de nós...»</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"></span><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">José Saramago</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;">Rodeados ou isolados, a génese do bem-estar encontra-se dentro de nós. Só aí, conseguimos encarar a solidão como opção momentânea, reflexiva, e não como falta de integração social.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33708489-115722704102592739?l=sombraoportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waiting for Godot...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174030442124206835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33708489.post-1157125693314309852006-09-01T16:43:00.000+01:002006-09-01T16:49:15.610+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...em forma de peça de teatro (<em>Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett</em>) </span><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1530/3705/320/waiting%20for%20godot.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Esperar? Para quê?...o Tempo não pára!...e a Vida assim não corre...</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33708489-115712569331430985?l=sombraoportuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waiting for Godot...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174030442124206835noreply@blogger.com0