tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87097810837982538422024-03-06T01:13:41.475+00:00Música Morta, Pesadelo Número Ummúsica, literatura, poesia, metal, rock, poetry, literature, music, heavy metal, rock music, progressive music, música progressiva, escrita, livros, writing, booksAna Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.comBlogger446125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-27746713695646381322011-11-05T10:34:00.001+00:002011-11-05T10:36:15.044+00:00Poem of The Day: Water<div><b><a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/201?utm_source=poemaday_102211&utm_medium=newsletter&utm_campaign=content&utm_term=poemaday_emerson" target="_blank" style="line-height: 17px; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: pointer; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Ralph Waldo Emerson</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(207, 101, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(207, 101, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Water</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">The water understands</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Civilization well;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">It wets my foot, but prettily,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">It chills my life, but wittily,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">It is not disconcerted,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">It is not broken-hearted:</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Well used, it decketh joy,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Adorneth, doubleth joy:</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Ill used, it will destroy,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">In perfect time and measure</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">With a face of golden pleasure</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Elegantly destroy.</span><br /></div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-56368942087315550042011-11-05T10:29:00.003+00:002011-11-05T10:31:52.573+00:00Meus Poemas: combateremos a sombra<div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Mas não é por desconhecermos aquilo que nos diz respeito que deixamos de fazer parte do desconhecido.<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Lídia Jorge, <i>Combateremos a Sombra</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>combateremos a sombra</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">Quando me chamas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Perdida num deserto de chamas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">E tudo começa de novo</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dormimos sem rumo</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sem contemplar a nossa aproximação</p> <p class="MsoNormal">E que nos cega</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Perante esta nova luz</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">E se a tua voz depois se cala </p> <p class="MsoNormal">No ritmo <a name="_GoBack"></a>sincopado dos nossos silêncios</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Para me sorrir mentindo</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sobre o que não podemos ser</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mas não podemos parar</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Porque já nos temos</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Esquecido antes</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Debaixo desta iluminação perfeita</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mas podemos deixar-nos cair</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Na imperfeição</p> <p class="MsoNormal">E comprometer o que prometemos</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Porque mesmo quando o desconhecido se abre finalmente</p> <p class="MsoNormal">E acelera atravessando o vazio</p> <p class="MsoNormal">E esta poeira se levanta sobre nós</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Não é por isso que nos descobrimos menos</p><p></p></div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-40574094694436809642011-08-01T12:09:00.002+01:002011-08-01T12:13:43.299+01:00Poem of the day: Again a Solstice<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium; "><b>Jennifer Chang</b></span></div><div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-family: Tahoma; color: purple; ">Again a Solstice</span></b></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "><b><br /></b> <br /></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); ">It is not good to think</span></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><br /><span class="apple-style-span">of everything as a mistake. I asked</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">for bacon in my sandwich, and then</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I asked for more. Mistake.</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I told you the truth about my scar:</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I did not use a knife. I lied</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">about what he did to my faith</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">in loneliness. Both mistakes.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">That there is always a you. Mistake.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Faith in loneliness, my mother proclaimed,</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">is faith in self. My instinct, a poor polaris.</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Not a mistake is the blue boredom</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">of a summer lake. O mud, sun, and algae!</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">We swim in glittering murk.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I tread, you tread. There are children</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">testing the deep end, shriek and stroke,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">the lifeguard perilously close to diving.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I tried diving once. I dove like a brick.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">It was a mistake to ask the $30 prophet</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">for a $20 prophecy. A mistake to believe.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I was young and broke. I swam</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">in a stolen reservoir then, not even a lake.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Her prophesy: from my vagrant exertion</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I'll die at 42. Our dog totters across the lake,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">kicks the ripple. I tread, you tread.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">What does it even mean to write a poem?</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">It means today</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I'm correcting my mistakes.</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">It means I don't want to be lonely.</span></span></span></p></div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-2954300926690538642011-07-02T09:22:00.001+01:002011-07-02T10:03:44.442+01:00Poem of the day: Mirrors<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(207, 101, 0); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; ">Mirrors</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">by </span></span><a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/1992?utm_source=poemaday_062911&utm_medium=newsletter&utm_campaign=content&utm_term=poemaday_chimako" target="_blank" style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: pointer; ">Tada Chimako</a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">translated by </span></span><a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/2207" target="_blank" style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: pointer; ">Jeffrey Angles</a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); ">The mirror is always slightly taller than I</span></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><br /><span class="apple-style-span">It laughs a moment after I laugh</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Turning red as a boiled crab</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">I cut myself from the mirror with shears</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">*</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">When my lips draw close, the mirror clouds over</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">And I vanish behind my own sighs</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Like an aristocrat hiding behind his crest</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Or a gangster behind his tattoos</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">*</span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Oh traveler, go to Lacedaemon and say that in the mirror,</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Graveyard of smiles, there is a single gravestone</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Painted white, thick with makeup</span><br /><span class="apple-style-span">Where the wind blows alone</span></span></span><span style="color:#999999"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-82658747044873867042011-07-02T09:14:00.004+01:002011-07-02T09:16:37.191+01:00Now wouldn't that be great?<a href="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks730tDEPF1qzqd64o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 341px;" src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks730tDEPF1qzqd64o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><blockquote></blockquote>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-41335457334908765092011-06-30T10:36:00.000+01:002011-06-30T10:37:45.839+01:00Drapetomania<a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh658nNSJO1qzw0h4o1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 346px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh658nNSJO1qzw0h4o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /></a>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-27299491785578852792011-06-27T15:09:00.003+01:002011-06-27T15:15:26.899+01:00I always have to remember the things that make me me<a href="http://img840.imageshack.us/img840/449/dsc0425bd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 578px; height: 640px;" src="http://img840.imageshack.us/img840/449/dsc0425bd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-82900726160836277282011-06-26T13:00:00.001+01:002011-06-26T13:00:55.715+01:00<a href="http://www.pxleyes.com/images/contests/out%20the%20dark/fullsize/out%20the%20dark_4b8c56106815a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; 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"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; padding-top: 2pt; padding-right: 2pt; padding-bottom: 2pt; padding-left: 2pt; "><p align="left" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; "><span ><strong>"For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)—they are experiences."</strong></span><br /><span ><strong> — Rainer Maria Rilke</strong></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-69090838691937002132011-06-20T20:46:00.003+01:002011-06-20T20:51:29.817+01:00Pessoa Diário: Cansa sentir quando se pensa<div><br /></div><div><b>Fernando Pessoa</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Cansa sentir quando se pensa</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Cansa sentir quando se pensa.</div><div>No ar da noite a madrugar</div><div>Há uma solidão imensa</div><div>Que tem por corpo o frio do ar.</div><div><br /></div><div>Neste momento insone e triste</div><div>Em que não sei quem hei de ser,</div><div>Pesa-me o informe real que existe</div><div>Na noite antes de amanhecer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tudo isto me parece tudo.</div><div>E é uma noite a ter um fim</div><div>Um negro astral silêncio surdo</div><div>E não poder viver assim.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Tudo isto me parece tudo.</div><div>Mas noite, frio, negror sem fim,</div><div>Mundo mudo, silêncio mudo - </div><div>Ah, nada é isto, nada é assim!)</div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-36641294568472122632011-06-17T10:57:00.001+01:002011-06-17T10:59:02.029+01:00Tumblr Influences #4<a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llv4e07UxP1qaobbko1_500.jpg?.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 509px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llv4e07UxP1qaobbko1_500.jpg?.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-69954845965770634752011-06-14T12:42:00.004+01:002011-06-14T12:50:32.752+01:005 Livros à beira da cama<a href="http://img197.imageshack.us/img197/9629/dixas3195.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 477px;" src="http://img197.imageshack.us/img197/9629/dixas3195.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-37832353947688364932011-06-13T19:49:00.003+01:002011-06-13T19:53:46.402+01:00Quote of the day<a href="http://favim.com/orig/201105/23/birds-girl-inspiration-lost-photography-tattoo-Favim.com-54178.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://favim.com/orig/201105/23/birds-girl-inspiration-lost-photography-tattoo-Favim.com-54178.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >"There is nothing lost in love that can't be found again poetry."</span></i></b></div></div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-4058740791004903552011-06-13T14:32:00.002+01:002011-06-13T14:36:29.148+01:00Probably my next guitar?<a href="http://www.drumcityguitarland.com/drumcitygl/stores/1/images/Schecter/Schecter%202008%20DIAMOND%20SERIES%20Blackjack%20C-1FR%20ATX%20Aged%20Black%20Satin%20Left%20Handed%206-String%20Electric%20Guitar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 516px; height: 1488px;" src="http://www.drumcityguitarland.com/drumcitygl/stores/1/images/Schecter/Schecter%202008%20DIAMOND%20SERIES%20Blackjack%20C-1FR%20ATX%20Aged%20Black%20Satin%20Left%20Handed%206-String%20Electric%20Guitar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-74963900826627616142011-06-12T16:24:00.002+01:002011-06-12T16:26:18.884+01:00Tumblr Influences #3<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmmnqpyuop1qc6czfo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmmnqpyuop1qc6czfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-1569931708465636732011-06-10T10:37:00.002+01:002011-06-10T10:41:27.083+01:00Accept, Learn and Move On<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1A5nXHQWMpqKTIc7zdrEBlhjb_Qk9rKHFj1_OtwijxBBNz9kbho8dQzklvRwNUIDAH8iblfvBb0HykKgqbGwBSK89KVN4lIElvx_ENXC0HXtYCA4W6VaahXiAl5rEv_5KJ-f8nJZRaPMw/s400/Bizarre+Art+of+Bubbles+in+Photography+and+Nature4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1A5nXHQWMpqKTIc7zdrEBlhjb_Qk9rKHFj1_OtwijxBBNz9kbho8dQzklvRwNUIDAH8iblfvBb0HykKgqbGwBSK89KVN4lIElvx_ENXC0HXtYCA4W6VaahXiAl5rEv_5KJ-f8nJZRaPMw/s400/Bizarre+Art+of+Bubbles+in+Photography+and+Nature4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><b><br /></b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><u><i>Accept, learn and move on</i></u></b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div></div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-6222216138024828672011-06-09T11:33:00.002+01:002011-06-09T11:36:15.415+01:00Pessoa Diário: A morte chega cedo<b>Fernando Pessoa</b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>A morte chega cedo</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>A morte chega cedo,</div><div>Pois breve é toda vida</div><div>O instante é o arremedo</div><div>De uma coisa perdida.</div><div><br /></div><div>O amor foi começado,</div><div>O ideal não acabou,</div><div>E quem tenha alcançado</div><div>Não sabe o que alcançou.</div><div><br /></div><div>E tudo isto a morte</div><div>Risco por não estar certo</div><div>No caderno da sorte</div><div>Que Deus deixou aberto.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Fonte: Cancioneiro</i></span></div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-68658294516888369322011-06-07T17:49:00.002+01:002011-06-07T17:50:11.386+01:00Tumblr Influences #2<a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm9r8vnu2Q1qb13xjo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm9r8vnu2Q1qb13xjo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-6237016364674028052011-06-07T17:40:00.002+01:002011-06-07T17:47:22.266+01:00Poem of the day: Around Us<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; "><table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td valign="top" width="80%" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; "><span class="TITLE" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/387" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; ">Marvin Bell</a><br /><br />Around Us</b></span><br /><br /></span></td><td colspan="2" valign="top" align="right" nowrap="" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; "> </td></tr><tr><td colspan="3" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; "></td></tr><tr><td colspan="2" valign="top" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; "><pre style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; "><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">We need some pines to assuage the darkness<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">when it blankets the mind,<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">we need a silvery stream that banks as smoothly<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">as a plane's wing, and a worn bed of <o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">needles to pad the rumble that fills the mind,<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">and a blur or two of a wild thing<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">that sees and is not seen. We need these things<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">between appointments, after work,<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">and, if we keep them, then someone someday,<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">lying down after a walk<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">and supper, with the fire hole wet down,<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">the whole night sky set at a particular<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">time, without numbers or hours, will cause<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">a little sound of thanks--a zipper or a snap--<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999">to close round the moment and the thought<o:p></o:p></span></pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); ">of whatever good we did.</span></pre></td></tr></tbody></table></span>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-39999743293390279762011-06-07T17:37:00.000+01:002011-06-07T17:39:23.331+01:00Sapiosexual are you?<a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lht4we2zja1qhc1s3o1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 200px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lht4we2zja1qhc1s3o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /></a>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-17469013602627486492011-06-04T17:10:00.003+01:002011-06-04T17:12:40.347+01:00Random thoughts #555<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm0cx7BVwa1qb51w5o1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 90px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm0cx7BVwa1qb51w5o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /></a>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-82354122202325625602011-06-04T16:59:00.003+01:002011-06-04T17:02:57.018+01:00Pessoa Diário #2<a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5306/5558015096_8fbb10e652.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5306/5558015096_8fbb10e652.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">«Há sensações que são sonos, que ocupam como uma névoa toda a extensão do espírito, que não deixam pensar, que não deixam agir, que não deixam claramente ser.»</div><div><br /></div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-55079894512140071502011-06-02T21:47:00.002+01:002011-06-02T21:51:27.991+01:00Regresso a um passado mais recente: ruídos<div><b>ruídos</b></div><div><br /></div><div>o ruído</div><div>do meu corpo tombado</div><div>inexpressivo</div><div>num deserto sem cor</div><div><br /></div><div>hábil</div><div>no contorno</div><div>distante monóculo</div><div>perímetro de segurança</div><div>alerta</div><div><br /></div><div>pele</div><div>poder</div><div>palavra</div><div><br /></div><div>embargo</div><div>de incenso</div><div>raízes</div><div>fractura imposta</div><div><br /></div><div>maçã mordida</div><div>cegueira</div><div>dançamos</div><div><br /></div><div>um passo</div><div>posso mudar</div><div>devagar</div><div>posso mudar</div><div>sem saber</div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-26221546601691072352011-06-02T21:34:00.003+01:002011-06-02T21:43:47.965+01:00Going back to the past - old poems: gry<a href="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/1e/27/art,characters,gothic,illustration,natalie,shau,paintings-1e279b6d6b1a4b611d7646b53f1a2ff4_h.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/1e/27/art,characters,gothic,illustration,natalie,shau,paintings-1e279b6d6b1a4b611d7646b53f1a2ff4_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">gry</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">there is a time in our lives where we recognize ourselves. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">and then we ask ourselves: what have i been doing so far?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">protecting myself.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p></div></div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-4248599381309175042011-06-02T21:24:00.003+01:002011-06-02T21:29:15.195+01:00Citação do dia: Pessoa Diário<a href="http://graphichug.com/plenty/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/picture-2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://graphichug.com/plenty/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/picture-2.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">«Tudo quanto o homem expõe ou exprime é uma nota à margem de um texto apagado de todo. Mais ou menos, pelo sentido da nota, tiramos o sentido que havia de ser o do texto; mas fica sempre uma dúvida, e os sentidos possíveis são muitos.»</div>Ana Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.com0