tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243041022024-03-23T18:18:57.319+00:00leilão de pensamentos<i>pequenos nadas</i> das vidas de outros.Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comBlogger450125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-45884725190668155972009-08-20T16:11:00.005+01:002009-08-20T16:26:58.133+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRl3bJlck6hTfTLDN_1nJoGZ7WkCTvNBUGVYayU9izX3-9304ApMD74Im0BfiJwvEBB30YuBDH3h_xLRtu0FwiFZ7Ylumog4Zfg3lSX06LaHD47tWFRciz2XVuUypgGaEe5Tw/s1600-h/amantes_113_400.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRl3bJlck6hTfTLDN_1nJoGZ7WkCTvNBUGVYayU9izX3-9304ApMD74Im0BfiJwvEBB30YuBDH3h_xLRtu0FwiFZ7Ylumog4Zfg3lSX06LaHD47tWFRciz2XVuUypgGaEe5Tw/s400/amantes_113_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372067823606302114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Amantes</span> (Nicoletta Tomas)</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">porque não dizer que te amo / se há mentiras tão grandes como a vida? - <span style="font-size:85%;">Rui Dias</span></span>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-56300023736713694442009-08-07T11:40:00.003+01:002009-08-07T11:59:05.596+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8kzxeRkakRe-i1lwrMfGPsKGLOPqNyKUiKs_ku42_ApXVPMrnO5iz2RNmmRfCRFYlyQlSFdl6XRF_YNERqn3x64XmXP_MFU1JQtmcMbfBKHC7ZyMwr4-DlBT1P46IwiKArph/s1600-h/O+sil%C3%AAncio_Odilon+REdon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8kzxeRkakRe-i1lwrMfGPsKGLOPqNyKUiKs_ku42_ApXVPMrnO5iz2RNmmRfCRFYlyQlSFdl6XRF_YNERqn3x64XmXP_MFU1JQtmcMbfBKHC7ZyMwr4-DlBT1P46IwiKArph/s400/O+sil%C3%AAncio_Odilon+REdon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367171263681782370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">O silêncio</span> (Odilon Redon)<br /></span></div><br />"As grandes verdades só se comunicam através do silêncio." - <span style="font-size:85%;">Paul Claudel</span><br /></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-87511030620929300822009-03-23T09:48:00.003+00:002009-03-23T09:53:12.887+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxmClj7YTgNwoRvsTRrgvpbND1PNrjX2rh8eoDoTMYCIEDYhCe5PKNjgXSOLt2XDniffWB944R7L7ZruOUmcJ8GHvegOGx4ZJkGbNCjnKAL7ktlRHv8DIYzp2R_AV9NFgW5ua/s1600-h/black+and+white_Sophie+Dumont.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxmClj7YTgNwoRvsTRrgvpbND1PNrjX2rh8eoDoTMYCIEDYhCe5PKNjgXSOLt2XDniffWB944R7L7ZruOUmcJ8GHvegOGx4ZJkGbNCjnKAL7ktlRHv8DIYzp2R_AV9NFgW5ua/s400/black+and+white_Sophie+Dumont.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316318640054823138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Black and white </span>(Sophie Dumont)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Combater a falha, o erro, significa, pois, procurar uma verdade mais objectiva e fazer tudo para detectar e eliminar o que é falso. É esta a atitude científica." - <span style="font-size:85%;">Karl Popper</span></span> </div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-65538395184546170252009-02-24T08:24:00.004+00:002009-02-24T08:30:49.911+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrzPq4usefDv0p-ClaaALxP-pEm1nZsS9sp-_UQd1_IBar4q4I5oK9bCsKP9UgAryVtGSS1miZSRVxfzwWnK3Y5lhTEpClWek-DmONzd2mOJ-vO3w5qr3jy8Lfe7HMhGpd82qB/s1600-h/Armon%C3%ADa+en+amarillos_CECILIA+ARROSPIDE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrzPq4usefDv0p-ClaaALxP-pEm1nZsS9sp-_UQd1_IBar4q4I5oK9bCsKP9UgAryVtGSS1miZSRVxfzwWnK3Y5lhTEpClWek-DmONzd2mOJ-vO3w5qr3jy8Lfe7HMhGpd82qB/s400/Armon%C3%ADa+en+amarillos_CECILIA+ARROSPIDE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306277901908594130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Armonía en amarillos </span>(Cecilia Arrospide)</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Numa sociedade de falantes e, normalmente, de grandes algazarras, a gestão do silêncio, é dos actos mais difíceis para bem administrar."</span> - </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Paquete de Oliveira</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-32956617653984656412009-02-16T09:07:00.003+00:002009-02-16T09:10:17.315+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQ7QuzKc999NmNuziT8SHh1rBgn3OlA4FzlmC1oH-q17TGuM4guJmJFIWL570o2w9kgfvDoUGUl6z5DjePcWYfc7YAUz8DEtJj38vZvwjScVMIwEBSNJfo2ywFPAf9yE3P5Mn/s1600-h/Cl%C3%A9op%C3%A2tre_Elisabetta+Sirani.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQ7QuzKc999NmNuziT8SHh1rBgn3OlA4FzlmC1oH-q17TGuM4guJmJFIWL570o2w9kgfvDoUGUl6z5DjePcWYfc7YAUz8DEtJj38vZvwjScVMIwEBSNJfo2ywFPAf9yE3P5Mn/s400/Cl%C3%A9op%C3%A2tre_Elisabetta+Sirani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303319613663793106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Cléopâtre</span> (Elisabetta Sirani</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">)</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">"A história é uma galeria de quadros onde há poucos originais e muitas cópias." - <span style="font-size:85%;">Charles Tocqueville</span></span>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-25599940441390222002009-01-19T09:03:00.002+00:002009-01-19T09:18:38.057+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3suTmHwG8WWqmA1QRxjvj1O9ad3CyO-KQ8AP737-YB68yzUMmFEapEb3Q8CAItCTumo3qiR0UmujXkwKqhs6RmHXv1a9A9lk_LxUejce8OWYL4RV3YCuYzT6pV7KQ1us1fN7/s1600-h/El+Due%C3%B1o+del+Tiempo_Jos%C3%A9+Manuel+Ciria.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3suTmHwG8WWqmA1QRxjvj1O9ad3CyO-KQ8AP737-YB68yzUMmFEapEb3Q8CAItCTumo3qiR0UmujXkwKqhs6RmHXv1a9A9lk_LxUejce8OWYL4RV3YCuYzT6pV7KQ1us1fN7/s400/El+Due%C3%B1o+del+Tiempo_Jos%C3%A9+Manuel+Ciria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292928801638231682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">El Dueño del Tiempo</span> (José Manuel Ciria)</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"É que a vida humana é quase como o ferro: se se exercitar, gasta-se; se não se exercitar, a ferrugem aniquila-o."</span> - <span style="font-size:85%;">Catão</span></span></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-69208325085251091992008-10-17T11:01:00.002+01:002008-10-17T11:05:49.095+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6T890pO81TbTQnjnnQa23rgT49gJUDkY60Feum7GsPsRTv4r-j-oxfVHj9d_cIe-ZuRTJZNmhbZWRBYIWX5Ich_da809ySvLUDVVktiyNE1YlgT4gjcf0hR96S1qlpemhsFQ/s1600-h/breton+girls+dancing_+paul+gauguin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6T890pO81TbTQnjnnQa23rgT49gJUDkY60Feum7GsPsRTv4r-j-oxfVHj9d_cIe-ZuRTJZNmhbZWRBYIWX5Ich_da809ySvLUDVVktiyNE1YlgT4gjcf0hR96S1qlpemhsFQ/s400/breton+girls+dancing_+paul+gauguin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258061487786248946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Breton girls dancing</span> (Paul Gauguin)</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Não é o sofrimento das crianças que se torna revoltante em si mesmo, mas sim que nada justifica tal sofrimento." -</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">Albert Camus</span></span></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-2864974305009746252008-09-10T23:21:00.003+01:002008-09-10T23:30:42.135+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUT4YuMR5bnbF0UQEseskG_-0NRWoiSLcq9_xTn1RWSJ1oI_BlyaJ7STbfywonmGcLm5nOAbPvxcGLkSwUlJyZe92IQ7ecVx-VnuHvCT1nFbiArR2On-TRBqPsQDsRqCn6JpWv/s1600-h/Land-of-Canaan_Karen-McIntyre.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUT4YuMR5bnbF0UQEseskG_-0NRWoiSLcq9_xTn1RWSJ1oI_BlyaJ7STbfywonmGcLm5nOAbPvxcGLkSwUlJyZe92IQ7ecVx-VnuHvCT1nFbiArR2On-TRBqPsQDsRqCn6JpWv/s400/Land-of-Canaan_Karen-McIntyre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244523078603249506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Land of Canaan</span> </span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(Karen-McIntyre)</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"É-nos possível viver sozinhos, desde que seja à espera de alguém." -</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> Gilbert Cesbron </span></span><br /></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-4814657349393654842008-09-06T12:59:00.003+01:002008-09-06T13:13:08.608+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26gapke1kiV-Ii3lSzrfV_kzC201sMU1QJ2J23MeXYATXOfOfDeS7eEOgTjKQ9ZWX9JDS0bJwglHvtLCdW8nl2kBoR2XC8JlS0eqAt0KKvSVF6RNOBVvf41ddep9n0r_mBZC4/s1600-h/A+Sibila+L%C3%ADbia.+Miguel+%C3%82ngelo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26gapke1kiV-Ii3lSzrfV_kzC201sMU1QJ2J23MeXYATXOfOfDeS7eEOgTjKQ9ZWX9JDS0bJwglHvtLCdW8nl2kBoR2XC8JlS0eqAt0KKvSVF6RNOBVvf41ddep9n0r_mBZC4/s400/A+Sibila+L%C3%ADbia.+Miguel+%C3%82ngelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242879909984765138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A Sibila Líbia</span> (Miguel Ângelo)</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Acho que em todas as histórias há um silêncio,uma visão escondida,uma palavra não pronunciada." - <span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" >J.M Cotzee</span></span></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-55365631927248414732008-05-26T18:13:00.002+01:002008-05-26T18:17:09.791+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi71UOpvKkR3D2rH5RAvOPOZVbMf_FJ-nGBQNMDFtpQJ-Qj4PS6Sw4Ce8simYi5slWxl0i86GGgj2_FwU40h-zrYbAAC5wdGJNA-li4XmR0QHfCXtGbhKu31YA2x85TsS4XogFz/s1600-h/Anjo%2520Azul_Vincent+Dioh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi71UOpvKkR3D2rH5RAvOPOZVbMf_FJ-nGBQNMDFtpQJ-Qj4PS6Sw4Ce8simYi5slWxl0i86GGgj2_FwU40h-zrYbAAC5wdGJNA-li4XmR0QHfCXtGbhKu31YA2x85TsS4XogFz/s400/Anjo%2520Azul_Vincent+Dioh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204736480041983106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Anjo Azul</span> (Vincent Dioh)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">“É tão bom sentir pulsar dentro de nós aquela existência superior cuja realização só nos é possível sonhar ou pressentir”. - <span style="font-size:85%;">George Sand</span></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-34821574741255780962008-05-05T17:34:00.004+01:002008-05-05T17:38:34.297+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDgGV1kc-JDHEq3elNGCKta-dvzTaGj2Zr-BxswWsKFXqMKTj9kkELczVbuXCvvYpHZpQ0Hpy3v4mJukVcNWDtt9ozwzq7BSTzc74tV13WL2-fY1gEve6if1WqweG6-c3mTPc/s1600-h/ART117520~Innocence-Posters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDgGV1kc-JDHEq3elNGCKta-dvzTaGj2Zr-BxswWsKFXqMKTj9kkELczVbuXCvvYpHZpQ0Hpy3v4mJukVcNWDtt9ozwzq7BSTzc74tV13WL2-fY1gEve6if1WqweG6-c3mTPc/s400/ART117520~Innocence-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196933122961002002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Innocence</span> (Arthur Hacker)</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >"Às vezes, em dias de luz perfeita e exacta, / Em que as coisas têm toda a realidade que podem ter, / Pergunto a mim próprio devagar / Porque sequer atribuo eu / Beleza às coisas." - </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Alberto Caeiro</span></span><br /></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-71120039699379506292008-04-14T19:41:00.004+01:002008-04-14T19:45:23.917+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHEWo_tHETSeoTunl1z30hFgFIxV9rtwQfMQJm4hc-Sr3oVQ5ua9pSaTXYS2j79sq80wWwG3QuWNHIoP7XQ1Gy79Ne6wAditPQCmlqRzCqTGzfVZffSz37pzChHf09sifKpFgq/s1600-h/A+Madalena_Francis+Bacon.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHEWo_tHETSeoTunl1z30hFgFIxV9rtwQfMQJm4hc-Sr3oVQ5ua9pSaTXYS2j79sq80wWwG3QuWNHIoP7XQ1Gy79Ne6wAditPQCmlqRzCqTGzfVZffSz37pzChHf09sifKpFgq/s400/A+Madalena_Francis+Bacon.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189173467123722226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">A Madalena</span> (Francis Bacon)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">"A certeza não pode constituir a nossa meta, numa perspectiva de razoabilidade. Ao reconhecermos a falsidade do conhecimento humano, reconhecemos simultaneamente que nunca podemos estar completamente seguros de não termos cometido algum erro." - </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">Karl Popper</span></span></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-51989896760099310182008-04-07T11:22:00.005+01:002008-04-07T11:28:58.900+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLp5b9xfV_nvRAPlpJyY4SEuCdffhxgwj-umxECEjgRXA1IZhHg2DOslAkM_ghtU_RNCcfU87BwtdGTg-a99FUr-MQYFDUZxE6bVbFwRCytoW-AtdGivQBFWhXmJcDqT4TUBv/s1600-h/botticelli_dante.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLp5b9xfV_nvRAPlpJyY4SEuCdffhxgwj-umxECEjgRXA1IZhHg2DOslAkM_ghtU_RNCcfU87BwtdGTg-a99FUr-MQYFDUZxE6bVbFwRCytoW-AtdGivQBFWhXmJcDqT4TUBv/s400/botticelli_dante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186448034332110882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Dante</span> (Botticelli)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;">"O mal de quase todos nós é que preferimos ser arruinados pelo elogio a sermos salvos pela crítica." -<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Norman Vincent</span></span></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-77608044242613936332008-03-31T16:50:00.004+01:002008-03-31T16:57:22.901+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp9mpRy3-LHg189QBv9MZnKtF7oyo2dC1W-xWjnI8RdYSaiyOE-fLsKJC6tQSa1jmdxMIo8xlJQEx0HCkfGhb0XuPiX_5-8y1O-m0xqxdY11tKFsJeIGm-TYr8i2m7XJnI5Xkk/s1600-h/El+Pensador.+A.+J.+Aguirre.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp9mpRy3-LHg189QBv9MZnKtF7oyo2dC1W-xWjnI8RdYSaiyOE-fLsKJC6tQSa1jmdxMIo8xlJQEx0HCkfGhb0XuPiX_5-8y1O-m0xqxdY11tKFsJeIGm-TYr8i2m7XJnI5Xkk/s400/El+Pensador.+A.+J.+Aguirre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183935203586043906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">El Pensador </span>(A. J. Aguirre)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Saber, com efeito, não é senão guardar os conhecimentos uma vez adquiridos e não os perder,..." - </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Sócrates</span></span></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-3471336930705238742008-03-03T14:45:00.003+00:002008-03-03T14:49:04.833+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuCB_F5SMAaII965AllmkQu-_cSlJv0IYLa1vB5S4ygwZpxdbTU9qW4hZONdhRrpJClPskiBc93HfAKjrvb9nDu3EvEI_mtwgquRTyBZAriVDLpfusv5gGBBlr2SdZVlhiJsk-/s1600-h/Deus+criando+o+Sol+e+a+Lua.+Miguel+%C3%82ngelo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuCB_F5SMAaII965AllmkQu-_cSlJv0IYLa1vB5S4ygwZpxdbTU9qW4hZONdhRrpJClPskiBc93HfAKjrvb9nDu3EvEI_mtwgquRTyBZAriVDLpfusv5gGBBlr2SdZVlhiJsk-/s400/Deus+criando+o+Sol+e+a+Lua.+Miguel+%C3%82ngelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173527087367991314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Deus criando o Sol e a Lua</span> (Miguel Ângelo)</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"A crítica refreia a fantasia sem a aprisionar." - </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Karl Popper</span></span>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-17815524072770980402008-02-25T00:46:00.001+00:002008-02-26T00:52:25.386+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEdoOQxZGvnPbudMsdyi9sOkX2_-4nwUVfHKyQB03n3X3HCWzaruf7zHfxQMeT91_XcK8icjgwxMt3eY_EyHdaPFUrWoyVIJTmhpmdY7UERDAHLltb68clc7q-17a5hiOew3tQ/s1600-h/cinzas_Ana+Silva.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEdoOQxZGvnPbudMsdyi9sOkX2_-4nwUVfHKyQB03n3X3HCWzaruf7zHfxQMeT91_XcK8icjgwxMt3eY_EyHdaPFUrWoyVIJTmhpmdY7UERDAHLltb68clc7q-17a5hiOew3tQ/s400/cinzas_Ana+Silva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171084577808902882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Cinzas </span>(Ana Silva)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Pois se a nossa vida tem algum valor, é precisamente o não ter valor nenhum." - </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Karen Blixen (</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >África Minha</span><span style="font-family:arial;">)</span></span><br /></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-39385945146310093102008-02-18T13:06:00.003+00:002008-02-18T13:11:06.421+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYylNSVN5mnDeFyMb86c10Uw0ibQ8xFzgwjLnITUxB52m_hWHGTYmGPdGiXsaQtUGJu12TPycA6fnTpkaEglNAyGriyPq6mZj-N8WR55eoO9KyTf-ro_yr4Ed1Hh4GdCOp7HQ/s1600-h/Bailado+II_Ant%C3%B3nio+Sem.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYylNSVN5mnDeFyMb86c10Uw0ibQ8xFzgwjLnITUxB52m_hWHGTYmGPdGiXsaQtUGJu12TPycA6fnTpkaEglNAyGriyPq6mZj-N8WR55eoO9KyTf-ro_yr4Ed1Hh4GdCOp7HQ/s400/Bailado+II_Ant%C3%B3nio+Sem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168306571487013506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Bailado II</span> (António Sem)</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"O ócio torna lentas as horas e velozes os anos." - </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Cesare Pavese </span></span><br /></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-49862027406281193132008-02-04T16:01:00.000+00:002008-02-04T16:05:33.519+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9iM919mAdRWclXXhpp8qn9EgpbRtTbOEv-BWCKOqwNAoDMTnjb4-ObBAAPY8uJ2cRwCPYxeKMMnKTnuvTCKg3kqqm5Dq558OH2MUdSLmIUZlyXhhHdombOBXYip2vUxdL2tf/s1600-h/El_beso_Laura+Cossu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9iM919mAdRWclXXhpp8qn9EgpbRtTbOEv-BWCKOqwNAoDMTnjb4-ObBAAPY8uJ2cRwCPYxeKMMnKTnuvTCKg3kqqm5Dq558OH2MUdSLmIUZlyXhhHdombOBXYip2vUxdL2tf/s400/El_beso_Laura+Cossu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163156641431087266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">El beso</span> (Laura Cossu)</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"A brevidade das palavras pode ser infinita; / talvez isso justifique o facto delas não se demorarem em mim mais do que o tempo de um beijo." - </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://conversasescritas.blogspot.com/">Vítor</a></span></span></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-69152641883937360872008-01-28T09:21:00.001+00:002009-08-27T20:00:22.251+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLZhYivcrmsbKjx_WcjZmNl2MPRKwBAYQllYS6gShoHTDpFyBzV_pC6MpoiQ3Zywrqd5gxcbJTP4YYWzH0j-I9lkJgFDQeBn55PsNYYavfNiLchStuGaj6gsKPJSVDT3QLt7g/s1600-h/Desire_Leslie+Marcus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLZhYivcrmsbKjx_WcjZmNl2MPRKwBAYQllYS6gShoHTDpFyBzV_pC6MpoiQ3Zywrqd5gxcbJTP4YYWzH0j-I9lkJgFDQeBn55PsNYYavfNiLchStuGaj6gsKPJSVDT3QLt7g/s400/Desire_Leslie+Marcus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160826363974969442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >Desire </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >(<a href="http://leslie-marcus.fineartamerica.com/">Leslie Marcus</a>)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Odeio e amo. Perguntarás como isso possa ser. / Não sei, mas sinto-o, e é um tormento." - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Catulo</span></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-84849188652676804792008-01-21T20:42:00.000+00:002008-01-21T20:57:03.162+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixivQyyK8sHy5RwVuT5YtphaveTJ1SrLwhBX6lTiuHsBlbS5aPwnyGib9BBl8kjgD_CNV2JWlGwsL7r11JSkTsmC3wOP6ENtstIAA9M1ljLGQ0fvlqEB8EClhUD52bMsZ7ci61/s1600-h/exodus_Chagall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixivQyyK8sHy5RwVuT5YtphaveTJ1SrLwhBX6lTiuHsBlbS5aPwnyGib9BBl8kjgD_CNV2JWlGwsL7r11JSkTsmC3wOP6ENtstIAA9M1ljLGQ0fvlqEB8EClhUD52bMsZ7ci61/s400/exodus_Chagall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158033867957323170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Exodus</span> (Chagall)</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Os loucos abrem os caminhos que depois emprestam aos sensatos." - </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Carlo Dossi</span></span>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-25245075040319696132008-01-14T17:25:00.000+00:002008-01-14T17:32:53.391+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQyNtRgv-dO-LBYntsVH1ZdwoASc8dm9OBlThRDW4tLCt_QmrOdMtKd4A2yjmesYfM9TQPnKRqBtHxIcgS2KDxi4jIywuwFUIhZjOJFbp6musN_6hyqQ3QqsUKI5_N-AzXot6/s1600-h/hombre+del+futuro_Claudia+Sanhueza.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQyNtRgv-dO-LBYntsVH1ZdwoASc8dm9OBlThRDW4tLCt_QmrOdMtKd4A2yjmesYfM9TQPnKRqBtHxIcgS2KDxi4jIywuwFUIhZjOJFbp6musN_6hyqQ3QqsUKI5_N-AzXot6/s400/hombre+del+futuro_Claudia+Sanhueza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155386080748881218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hombre del futuro </span> (Claudia Sanhueza)</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"A esperança nada mais é do que uma alegria inconstante que emerge da imagem de qualquer coisa futura ou passada, sobre cujo resultado temos alguma dúvida." - </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Benedito Espinosa</span> </span></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-67656754952027938192008-01-07T09:50:00.000+00:002008-01-07T09:59:45.442+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJhGtBiHvn_pBE6WVQWN6hIF8WjnxTyB4r83PBH8SOHkN-y9x3uHc-mGEZBoZlrQF2SO0jY6jwXmsD0T42sZ_SfQh1KXmc9AdUena5YmxzcB55NS9ZyEvMEAK_7dg2fCOJbX1S/s1600-h/enigmatic-elements_dali.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJhGtBiHvn_pBE6WVQWN6hIF8WjnxTyB4r83PBH8SOHkN-y9x3uHc-mGEZBoZlrQF2SO0jY6jwXmsD0T42sZ_SfQh1KXmc9AdUena5YmxzcB55NS9ZyEvMEAK_7dg2fCOJbX1S/s400/enigmatic-elements_dali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152671463849313474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Enigmatic elements</span> (Dali)</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"O solo amado da terra, mais uma vez, me oferece alegria e sofrimento." - </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hölderlin</span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-37195645588893888472007-12-31T12:38:00.001+00:002007-12-31T12:42:05.725+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNI2EYxE5Fjw23wr4THorsrxOybBTVseKQ1gJjUUJ314VKX0vWcRN82FG4NYv-8VvNcC8k4snw-E20ApxivqSyY6vCeqx9NQiqC_3JcNv-WPqvoZGN8_cOHQuaqgeJQGoyTc_/s1600-h/Uma+M%C3%A3o+com+a+Esfera+Reflectora.Escher.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNI2EYxE5Fjw23wr4THorsrxOybBTVseKQ1gJjUUJ314VKX0vWcRN82FG4NYv-8VvNcC8k4snw-E20ApxivqSyY6vCeqx9NQiqC_3JcNv-WPqvoZGN8_cOHQuaqgeJQGoyTc_/s400/Uma+M%C3%A3o+com+a+Esfera+Reflectora.Escher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150115623300744306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Uma Mão com a Esfera Reflectora </span> (Escher)</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">"O sentido do mundo emerge fora do mundo. No mundo, tudo é como é e acontece como acontece." - </span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Wittgenstein</span></span><br /></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-79520924855330976692007-12-24T18:35:00.001+00:002007-12-24T18:40:34.841+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRExWnPpQNNB7hZAI9ErAKnp_zz32YA5sHDeFuRA9ucc1JNEahf2WdwZfTgWYWu_S-DcrT8RkVHRmozGMdlCI9uBalaJ8Ccm9MYjr8Nd0CQTbS1joP8OqKpVVgHv2ZhrY1tCB/s1600-h/Edvard+Munch_+A+dan%C3%A7a+da+vida.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRExWnPpQNNB7hZAI9ErAKnp_zz32YA5sHDeFuRA9ucc1JNEahf2WdwZfTgWYWu_S-DcrT8RkVHRmozGMdlCI9uBalaJ8Ccm9MYjr8Nd0CQTbS1joP8OqKpVVgHv2ZhrY1tCB/s400/Edvard+Munch_+A+dan%C3%A7a+da+vida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147610828951864498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A dança da vida</span> (Edvard Munch)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Cada pessoa que passa pela nossa vida passa sozinha, mas não nos deixa só, porque deixa um pouco de si e leva um pouquinho de nós." - </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Charlie Chaplin</span></span></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24304102.post-69550999556685022992007-12-10T12:26:00.000+00:002007-12-10T12:29:32.536+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgR7CdjDDmUroNUOXU5FNraQusoOw7jOngeGqX1m7iaFrFcfCQvhyNWqNUX7zziir2f56Ge6LOqPwTn-2Pa3iSBuc7D4ibb5U5nVNYV8O_Tq_0-AhiX4aItqB20mgGA5-pweoq/s1600-h/A+puberdade_Edvard+munch05%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgR7CdjDDmUroNUOXU5FNraQusoOw7jOngeGqX1m7iaFrFcfCQvhyNWqNUX7zziir2f56Ge6LOqPwTn-2Pa3iSBuc7D4ibb5U5nVNYV8O_Tq_0-AhiX4aItqB20mgGA5-pweoq/s400/A+puberdade_Edvard+munch05%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142320068759719858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A puberdade</span> (Edvard Munch)</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"É por vezes um espinho oculto e insuportável, que temos cravado na carne, que nos torna difíceis e duros para com toda a gente." - </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Paul Valéry</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /></div>Rosalina Simão Nuneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598846601143548173noreply@blogger.com