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<span style="color: blue;"><b>POR UM DEUS</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>DESCONHECIDO</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">12-07-2016</span><br />
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9<br />graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-51348304820390773052014-12-10T22:32:00.001+00:002014-12-10T22:32:47.933+00:00Teatro Municipal a Guarda 9-12-2014 exposiçao de Fragmentos de Nada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A Montagem<br />graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-26031852466664770272012-02-06T23:09:00.000+00:002012-02-06T23:09:21.183+00:00SIMBOLISMOS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvveXSatrWOw0dGJIVk4AXUFfDgaI4Qa90fxeR4pdb6QaV8311lfzGweWHCCaytxCMp6ENdJVTEQpRVKhN7FSBkVFhqY1Lop43qtClt6cXc-3VIVEqcXtEYz-ZME2ClajWabj19E03P23/s1600/P1010346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvveXSatrWOw0dGJIVk4AXUFfDgaI4Qa90fxeR4pdb6QaV8311lfzGweWHCCaytxCMp6ENdJVTEQpRVKhN7FSBkVFhqY1Lop43qtClt6cXc-3VIVEqcXtEYz-ZME2ClajWabj19E03P23/s320/P1010346.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-7071428689539619802012-02-06T22:59:00.004+00:002012-02-06T23:05:05.888+00:00CARACTÉRES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxEqkewBX-UNOI3uB1unI6zsy7-1Vbvx9Qihx7J2z3gGY0qKMH3tiqpzBXX5LiR_yimw413Sgoi5cjluQy8Nz60LosOewMxEV1jr-R_kfE5n1yptKY0VMdt2H9P_Mkd_tpNw2sDmrGLmx/s1600/P1010345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxEqkewBX-UNOI3uB1unI6zsy7-1Vbvx9Qihx7J2z3gGY0qKMH3tiqpzBXX5LiR_yimw413Sgoi5cjluQy8Nz60LosOewMxEV1jr-R_kfE5n1yptKY0VMdt2H9P_Mkd_tpNw2sDmrGLmx/s320/P1010345.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-72194007562030088352012-01-31T23:03:00.000+00:002012-01-31T23:03:57.518+00:00Tu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-kP1TUYGgkvF22NIBlt2FHwUmEmU8ngcNhL8gaCLZvFuePE59Be-zYCVoZ9q1Gh7m6Xz31aOndCR_8fgVjrYaLYoX8NE_xxtfwQrL7ApzW-jC0RHXawUhQM6uR7SXqQzgCjsglCxp7xh/s1600/P1010343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-kP1TUYGgkvF22NIBlt2FHwUmEmU8ngcNhL8gaCLZvFuePE59Be-zYCVoZ9q1Gh7m6Xz31aOndCR_8fgVjrYaLYoX8NE_xxtfwQrL7ApzW-jC0RHXawUhQM6uR7SXqQzgCjsglCxp7xh/s320/P1010343.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-66375088074421810672010-10-06T10:01:00.003+01:002010-10-06T14:39:08.705+01:00O Processo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMa094PBhWgJqry-fDcXg4hVHuqw8F39rWA9qxG18SiDlK-Li9RO8gn8hJcwf7vtEdIkJ8YjAHMJgHFCZ1DrBtgh41S2B9SgT-pNFOSC1TLS2al5baT9d7ZU5MZkpzGGWvOuCRuL47vfOT/s1600/moliceiro-gracio.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524855982781741266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMa094PBhWgJqry-fDcXg4hVHuqw8F39rWA9qxG18SiDlK-Li9RO8gn8hJcwf7vtEdIkJ8YjAHMJgHFCZ1DrBtgh41S2B9SgT-pNFOSC1TLS2al5baT9d7ZU5MZkpzGGWvOuCRuL47vfOT/s320/moliceiro-gracio.jpg" /></a><br /><div>" Deixa-me por momentos afundar-me na loucura dos artistas !</div><div> Esquecer as regras impostas ao homem para nao transgredir em tudo aquilo que conhecemos !</div><div> Não temo a aventura de viver num mundo surreal , pois o meu espirito não conhece outra realidade que é a que me transporta até as fronteiras do impossivel ! </div><div> No dia em que deixe de sonhar envia me flores brancas !..."</div><div> Gracio 2010</div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-33220421077192181962010-06-27T13:36:00.005+01:002010-09-15T00:12:09.151+01:00Mio e Eu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauc7xstP3-tHhiFm4-RH3b8C72ldfh8rzaRZtWm4VqQoskMeTn23sYOIF8RU1GuHFDUnYOb9v7yEEoDY4PVHrneMbL8JCFhEGbuVyxzKN3cs65fMztGd16D-6lBG5uiEVOZ8SrAs4uIDh/s1600/DSC04394.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487431674933953618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauc7xstP3-tHhiFm4-RH3b8C72ldfh8rzaRZtWm4VqQoskMeTn23sYOIF8RU1GuHFDUnYOb9v7yEEoDY4PVHrneMbL8JCFhEGbuVyxzKN3cs65fMztGd16D-6lBG5uiEVOZ8SrAs4uIDh/s320/DSC04394.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>" Se eu adormecer nao me censures.</div><div>Sai e deixa-me entregue aos sonhos.</div><div>Vai sentar-te no campo onde se morre maduro</div><div>E espera-me para trepar-mos árvores e colher-mos ninhos"</div><div>Gracio e Mio 2010</div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-35926306731978040662010-06-27T13:25:00.003+01:002010-06-27T13:36:34.187+01:00Ajuntamento<img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487428918924484578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTTH3e5kL4s23bWOe9pOAcGoC60n-LVp5QhnUGHz8Ff5MfylLtza_31G7jeMtNMXN74cB-ODHG53mFBJS6JzZ_B9BJqEHoNAHZcasFi2oOcOgt08HN6E4C0nkelzg3Y_SvfXhJvOZSVvv/s320/DSC04363.JPG" />Luso 25 junho 2010...Alguem ficou só neste percurso Gracio 2010graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-30459978142995754602010-05-14T18:21:00.004+01:002010-09-15T00:42:14.301+01:00A Mulher<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDVNZ0nkuvEUCPFbnwhHj25TpvU2bhMdWOx_phH6SYQb8QwmYOMiiyh50F3XOd-VNt-KMjZYofVqK4bovPwgUnR9YxdvZ7RCOsPmW782ytN7pmU6DOb1d_3SbGRdnEzQ0n28qSBgYMr8n/s1600/DSC02799.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471177177186543746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDVNZ0nkuvEUCPFbnwhHj25TpvU2bhMdWOx_phH6SYQb8QwmYOMiiyh50F3XOd-VNt-KMjZYofVqK4bovPwgUnR9YxdvZ7RCOsPmW782ytN7pmU6DOb1d_3SbGRdnEzQ0n28qSBgYMr8n/s320/DSC02799.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>" Vem aos meus sonhos, faz em mim a tua casa.</div><div>Planta,em frente, a cerejeira dos pássaros brancos, deixa que eles pousem nos ramos e cantem eternamente,deixa que nas suas asas de luz leia o meu nome, antes dos relâmpagos acenderem os prados. </div><div>Vem aos meus sonhos, vê o labirinto por onde me perco,vê os meus paises do mar,vê, em cada barco que parte do meu coraçao,as viagens que nao fiz,os amores que nao tive. </div><div> Vem aos meus sonhos,traz um fio de água para as dálias do meu quarto vazio.</div><div>Vem aos meus sonhos , ilumina-me as noites , diz-me que estas aqui "</div><div> Gracio 2010</div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-27726382641014996352010-05-12T01:57:00.006+01:002010-05-12T02:20:22.651+01:00Olhares Insólitos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TMobg-oG9K3-c-q49lKh2vztPDph5OxlsZj9X6Wbkn-NJ36xT8fvlEvmXRy8J4pYR8E1DFWJVB1UssBuM1PJDltoMPqpIODXbIkdmCg4x56lHZk_u1NMNdmkqwYy4aERPtKA9JM3Nufr/s1600/DSC02777.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470181916919616450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TMobg-oG9K3-c-q49lKh2vztPDph5OxlsZj9X6Wbkn-NJ36xT8fvlEvmXRy8J4pYR8E1DFWJVB1UssBuM1PJDltoMPqpIODXbIkdmCg4x56lHZk_u1NMNdmkqwYy4aERPtKA9JM3Nufr/s320/DSC02777.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Gracio 2010</div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-87131700200796524222010-04-06T09:49:00.004+01:002011-02-17T14:04:17.448+00:00Homem do Gorro numa Noite Azul<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8reKYoKJ_lEFZS0_iB-PbjLknJsh3gBlMuVagICq2IF4zQj8J0RD7YOyvmbdCpNsWmUJaIFmEDXmg9vye9-Gj7qoTRYajriq7FrTVsd8H6vQ325hWC6xE29654ot29Qs837dWcJJUfw8/s1600/DSC02722.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456944109138912514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8reKYoKJ_lEFZS0_iB-PbjLknJsh3gBlMuVagICq2IF4zQj8J0RD7YOyvmbdCpNsWmUJaIFmEDXmg9vye9-Gj7qoTRYajriq7FrTVsd8H6vQ325hWC6xE29654ot29Qs837dWcJJUfw8/s320/DSC02722.JPG" /></a> " Quando um dia me perguntarem o que sou...Vou responder : Construo sonhos , habito neles , vivo deles , partilho-os , conforto me e depois vou me............"<br /> Gracio-2010graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-66568317446646588942010-03-25T10:30:00.003+00:002010-03-25T10:44:18.440+00:00Os Tempos do Homem<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6vlFNBjs0rABcvwWVtvX3wxUVz5m8rBKQMxguF6oyBoGyB_e-qNTfoyLnOXQRP6fJ3BvGhv6-bLr38c2IrU-a4cXvb8O4KBq8tZFfJL2qD3g99AN5dEi5wpxY00i7DIb3fRHzOOLVZAK/s1600/DSC02647.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452517075049718034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6vlFNBjs0rABcvwWVtvX3wxUVz5m8rBKQMxguF6oyBoGyB_e-qNTfoyLnOXQRP6fJ3BvGhv6-bLr38c2IrU-a4cXvb8O4KBq8tZFfJL2qD3g99AN5dEi5wpxY00i7DIb3fRHzOOLVZAK/s320/DSC02647.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Gracio 2010</div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-22511151294387313422010-03-20T14:52:00.001+00:002010-03-20T14:58:26.595+00:00Triade<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6_jIrpARmCMgi22B0UEHvzkq_Cg5RDYflAmLNFnXnhwPCeKXluS2CDdEectBeJkd8u9x5ndB0FDfsOyZh63aDHia8S-hAarkGQ5e2hzCAyxg_2-4rmSYNnUeeBrKGdzv-PDYMiLz93DS/s1600-h/DSC02629.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450729223304428466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6_jIrpARmCMgi22B0UEHvzkq_Cg5RDYflAmLNFnXnhwPCeKXluS2CDdEectBeJkd8u9x5ndB0FDfsOyZh63aDHia8S-hAarkGQ5e2hzCAyxg_2-4rmSYNnUeeBrKGdzv-PDYMiLz93DS/s320/DSC02629.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Gracio 2010</div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-82764951884337035372010-03-03T19:42:00.002+00:002010-09-15T01:01:13.954+01:00Mãos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCED9Pt9i0hXRLnWLQGBgYYyvHB1uP5FNNZvDf-NVjaDS1gotf7qWoytTEOVoioY2Ahly7T99Z7Skztg0LRmyPkEDYdSuDDzNvIEDPCSZjG8phHpZRALfRQWnFRc72nmoJdSL8iYDsu4N/s1600-h/DSC02597.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444495554803149906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCED9Pt9i0hXRLnWLQGBgYYyvHB1uP5FNNZvDf-NVjaDS1gotf7qWoytTEOVoioY2Ahly7T99Z7Skztg0LRmyPkEDYdSuDDzNvIEDPCSZjG8phHpZRALfRQWnFRc72nmoJdSL8iYDsu4N/s320/DSC02597.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>" Hoje viajo, contemplo a felicidade dos outros . As mãos, os sorrisos. Escuto. Tento dar ocupaçao aos sentidos. Prolongo o tempo, transformo segundos em horas. Sei que nunca terei tudo ! Talvez nao consiga flutuar. Mas a calma que estas mãos me ensinam é o chão que piso, são os planaltos e as montanhas que admito, em cada passo que dou, são as mãos de uma vida"</div><div>Gracio 2010</div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-12735763090655780732010-02-18T17:58:00.004+00:002010-02-18T22:50:16.533+00:00Soulmates<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZfw71O9W5hQdeDkl2EkJiOPyd50UdfUqOq6WTPuuBEKxSqGboj0xCw-PJ4kZDdGfUbFTMtn0TUWP5atAOeUX4e_MQfw9iHZvJrHqRCxnmvc1q5E5mOFU3QpOMYez6mEv60Xl41_o5HNm/s1600-h/DSC02587.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439645210663725202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZfw71O9W5hQdeDkl2EkJiOPyd50UdfUqOq6WTPuuBEKxSqGboj0xCw-PJ4kZDdGfUbFTMtn0TUWP5atAOeUX4e_MQfw9iHZvJrHqRCxnmvc1q5E5mOFU3QpOMYez6mEv60Xl41_o5HNm/s320/DSC02587.JPG" /></a><br /><div>"O Mar esta evaporando</div><div>O que nao é nenhuma surpresa!!</div><div>Estas nuvens que vemos.</div><div>Sao explosoes no céu.</div><div>Parece estar escrito</div><div>Mas nao podemos lêr entre linhas</div><div>Calma....</div><div>Está tudo bem...</div><div>Seca os teus olhos</div><div>Seca os teus olhos</div><div>Alma gemea..... seca os teus olhos</div><div>Porque as almas gemeas nunca morrem</div><div>Soulmates never die" Gracio 2010</div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-9778739607536315962010-02-08T15:09:00.005+00:002010-02-08T17:56:32.312+00:00Sombras nas trevas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRvTY5xGVyVyujndTgKCBiVDos-yaFHLCIiW6qkRWMfREzV0eSPvmZiE_C0r8LTFYTiXUHRNO38aWSy9sV6weoAL-jGNDRMxA7qYlYShXgjqx2QXBfKyiZ-hOL1RQ58hTcCtHp9eHmR0F/s1600-h/DSC02567.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435890408956665746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRvTY5xGVyVyujndTgKCBiVDos-yaFHLCIiW6qkRWMfREzV0eSPvmZiE_C0r8LTFYTiXUHRNO38aWSy9sV6weoAL-jGNDRMxA7qYlYShXgjqx2QXBfKyiZ-hOL1RQ58hTcCtHp9eHmR0F/s320/DSC02567.JPG" /></a> Ate ao crepusculo, a viagem é uma predisposiçao, desejamo la , preparamo la minuciosamente sem sair do quarto..... Durante estas horas fantasticas da noite a cidade ilumina se , cobre se de silencio, aqui e ali um sibilo vagueando pelas sombras.<br /> Adormeço num sono profundo, faço as malas, sonho com lugares................quando acordo , desperto e finjo que acabei de chegar..<br /> Gracio 2010graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-42775787277452373962009-10-19T14:44:00.019+01:002009-10-21T14:39:29.604+01:00Olhares outros<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MdfIGLvUECmlJ1PEYO4lD4T46SGd_jcRM7t0aiZN4k0dFQ1gxVzyoYmBbqpYVpR4Zqr6ZzW3X9DtzvaUDBNS7k1BgDkKPeSLIAe3MEXrRf06DsxaTooQKMhVwurjvraV21MHoud6QmSh/s1600-h/DSC02329.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394306732775909474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MdfIGLvUECmlJ1PEYO4lD4T46SGd_jcRM7t0aiZN4k0dFQ1gxVzyoYmBbqpYVpR4Zqr6ZzW3X9DtzvaUDBNS7k1BgDkKPeSLIAe3MEXrRf06DsxaTooQKMhVwurjvraV21MHoud6QmSh/s320/DSC02329.JPG" /></a> "Um olhar enigmatico! Tão perturbador quanto belo "Gracio 19-10-2009<br /><div></div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-81261060689444836972009-10-14T23:54:00.006+01:002009-10-20T21:46:49.186+01:00Moinho de sonhos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbCgBqdr3YajLHJWeNMY6mFaxYUw0I_DEbjr2_oAfqOGzPTa0Wn80pXgSDYO35JdR6BIybH5ZgB5n5c9RkirLTUtm-wQe9XfeQkwereGqWtg-EalMFeTwz8BZXxHj7TtZ0xbA1hmTthdw/s1600-h/DSC02327.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392593343316291762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbCgBqdr3YajLHJWeNMY6mFaxYUw0I_DEbjr2_oAfqOGzPTa0Wn80pXgSDYO35JdR6BIybH5ZgB5n5c9RkirLTUtm-wQe9XfeQkwereGqWtg-EalMFeTwz8BZXxHj7TtZ0xbA1hmTthdw/s320/DSC02327.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Por vezes questiono-me porque desenho moinhos ! Eles surgem do nada, do vazio , aguardando o vento. </div><div>Uma leve sonoridade, um sibilo, perturbará este estado letargico, assim como algumas palavras irrompendo no silencio.</div><div>Sim,um moinho, eremita e solitario, ali , nos confins de um mundo qualquer faz-nos sonhar!!!! Uma simples brisa tal como um sussurro irá ergue -lo desta nostalgia e quanto mais sonhar-mos, maiores poderão ser os nossos feitos, pois “<strong>somos do tamanho de nossos sonhos</strong>”. Gracio 2009</div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-24881412081012539922009-08-06T10:26:00.003+01:002009-08-06T10:56:05.962+01:00E a noite revestiu-se de cores !!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq6siuiOW9kcnXLzVOd2vOADi_X-lRyLU-u4wLkqHzmQu7ugWJagT3bQZ2vu1CCtX5t4_2td-ybe17pIQo9fO62XQug0-zpHw_shDcksUdOp44sTRSVPT61V0SW-tnVtxTsq11XqQRMCsR/s1600-h/without.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366780053124314754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq6siuiOW9kcnXLzVOd2vOADi_X-lRyLU-u4wLkqHzmQu7ugWJagT3bQZ2vu1CCtX5t4_2td-ybe17pIQo9fO62XQug0-zpHw_shDcksUdOp44sTRSVPT61V0SW-tnVtxTsq11XqQRMCsR/s320/without.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Gracio 2009</div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-61684359521751583542009-06-04T02:05:00.005+01:002009-06-04T02:47:20.498+01:00A outra margem<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMkHSdTOpBX_yPH9hg3QZfrPLm-iAHzJegZWA2s0bJYLeWrAGx5aTwXUjmwn3F1M6u2hJjloCETlKJtSzZMGS54SdDYkMRHe6zbV3JZsmgUQ7fNSCk4-e3Kln5wb7AcPMFfHRLm9c_yw7Y/s1600-h/O+Douro-est+de+Freixo+de+Numao+2008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343275769852132018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMkHSdTOpBX_yPH9hg3QZfrPLm-iAHzJegZWA2s0bJYLeWrAGx5aTwXUjmwn3F1M6u2hJjloCETlKJtSzZMGS54SdDYkMRHe6zbV3JZsmgUQ7fNSCk4-e3Kln5wb7AcPMFfHRLm9c_yw7Y/s320/O+Douro-est+de+Freixo+de+Numao+2008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>" Há um rio que me atravessa. </div><div> Este rio dizem é o tempo.</div><div> Mergulho no seu abraço , fundo-me e recordo!</div><div> As lembranças sao peixes nadando em sentido contrario "</div><div>Rio Douro-Freixo de Numao </div><div>Gracio 2009 </div></div>graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299873093395265200.post-39946151614881724062009-06-02T00:05:00.004+01:002009-06-02T00:33:00.325+01:00O BURRO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg77Hm4JnyNwMu5ffWcvgm4LVizABTfHINUKQH_IZjYk_69V9Vx-IOhx_7sYuGSKHFhsZ2TZiejQZh9r2PN-YglFtHgp-TND-L3mkx63BTaIhQyB0WVxldiYV9qm6WaCqt07Fk4DRjHb2mb/s1600-h/Quadro_001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342499533497160210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg77Hm4JnyNwMu5ffWcvgm4LVizABTfHINUKQH_IZjYk_69V9Vx-IOhx_7sYuGSKHFhsZ2TZiejQZh9r2PN-YglFtHgp-TND-L3mkx63BTaIhQyB0WVxldiYV9qm6WaCqt07Fk4DRjHb2mb/s320/Quadro_001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hoje em vias de extinçao ! Ainda me recordo do seu trote melodioso como um acorde musical na calçada ao irromper da alvorada.<br />Tao triste como o seu proprio nome, "O Burro" companheiro incansavel do homem ! <br />Freixo de Numão<br />"largo da praça"<br />Gracio 1984graciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723799257922007184noreply@blogger.com2