tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177795312024-03-19T05:00:36.075+00:00o blog azul turquesaJ.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.comBlogger2825125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-31391362619191972932020-03-26T10:22:00.001+00:002020-03-26T10:22:13.716+00:00há sempre alguém <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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deixou de haver postais bonitos nos expositores de rua. acho que por isso, mas também por termos acompanhado os tempos, por vivermos uma época em que tudo tem de ser muito rápido e rentabilizado e por termos uma consciência ecologica maior, entre outras razões, deixamos de escrever e enviar postais.<br>
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hoje, ela vai estar a conversar comigo e com a anne lima, das edições chandeigne, sobre lisbonne balades dessinées, um livro com desenhos de lisboa feitos com aguarelas e lápis de cor.</div>
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estes postais vão voar porque não quero que o encanto das pequenas coisas desapareça dos meus dias porque é bom partilhar coisas bonitas e porque estou farta de achar que as caixas de correio são lindas por fora e uma desolação por dentro.</div>
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J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-28140312329949668532020-02-19T20:56:00.001+00:002020-02-19T20:56:40.274+00:00tigress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-53284829287951965442020-02-19T19:49:00.001+00:002020-02-19T19:50:25.607+00:00il est temps <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-33221296341371762232020-02-19T09:18:00.001+00:002020-02-19T09:19:45.867+00:00sonhos de flanela <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-91867714402026297382020-02-17T21:06:00.001+00:002020-02-17T21:06:41.894+00:00na muda acontece <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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antes de sair de casa tirei esta fotografia pensando que quando voltasse talvez já nada fosse igual. regressei de noite e encontrei tudo no mesmo sítio. e embora goste da serenidade que há no facto de algumas coisas poderem manter-se intactas dei voltas à cabeça e pensei que é tempo de mudança. sem slogans políticos.<br />
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<br />J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-19999158154234309752020-02-15T20:21:00.001+00:002020-02-15T20:21:47.542+00:00darling <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-4724869841626055392020-02-14T22:00:00.001+00:002020-02-14T22:01:04.270+00:00não é carne nem é peixe <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-88277342363369453572020-02-14T12:08:00.003+00:002020-02-14T12:08:51.150+00:00baila marcia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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'plus tard j'écrirai sur le manque. sur la privation insupportable de l'autre. sur le dénuement provoqué par cette privation; une pauvreté qui s'abat. j'écrirai sur la tristesse qui ronge, la folie qui menace'<br />
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il n'y avait pas à attiser le désir. il était déjà là dès le premier regard où bien il n'avait jamais existé. il était l'intelligence immédiate du rapport de sexualité ou bien il n'était rien.<br />
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marguerite duras | l'amantJ.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-90394884764435785402020-02-12T12:54:00.001+00:002020-02-12T12:54:52.720+00:00j(o)anela<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-50823409202823680762020-02-12T09:26:00.001+00:002020-02-12T09:38:28.216+00:00há óscar e óscar <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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é uma semana impossível, com a habitual cambada de 'entendidos', videntes e sábios a escrever sobre a mais conhecida estatueta do cinema. e sobre todas as efemérides. eu lembro-me do óscar. tinha sangue na guelra e era silencioso.</div>
J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-59412358021194671582020-02-11T22:34:00.001+00:002020-02-11T22:34:51.244+00:00sangue azul <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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próxima estação : alto dos moinhos<br />
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(you're love is king)<br />
<br />J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-61726143238488306452020-02-11T22:24:00.001+00:002020-02-11T22:25:12.601+00:00recuerdo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-51035194484803048232020-02-11T19:30:00.001+00:002020-02-11T19:30:43.661+00:00a vida suspensa e atravessada <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-66167579765036322962020-02-10T19:26:00.001+00:002020-02-10T19:28:00.770+00:00saltando<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-71228259630360832212020-02-10T15:18:00.001+00:002020-02-10T15:18:28.090+00:00sempre<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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helder moura pereira | segredos do reino animal<br />
<br />J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-69169123443503600312020-02-10T10:06:00.002+00:002020-02-10T10:06:44.530+00:00quem espera desespera <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-57026947018113672022020-02-09T19:32:00.001+00:002020-02-09T19:32:21.499+00:00underwater <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-85013875721145381852020-02-09T17:37:00.002+00:002020-02-09T17:37:19.899+00:00come home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-21669974242408711882020-02-09T12:14:00.001+00:002020-02-09T13:01:16.694+00:00my name is gloria gaynor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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há uma coleção de livrinhos, francesa, que se chama 'ma nuit au musée' (stock), em que um escritor ou artista francês é convidado a passar uma noite num museu e a escrever um livro sobre essa experiência. adoro a ideia dessa colecção.</div>
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a meia francesinha soube-me a pouco. o vinho deixou-me sossegada. e a bela silva deu-me vontade de comprar saias às bolinhas, de cortar o cabelo, de comer pipocas e de fazer colecções.</div>
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J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287021458076010590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779531.post-63706058236533611032020-02-08T11:01:00.001+00:002020-02-08T11:08:50.831+00:00gi & jo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">aos 37 anos pensei que já não era possível fazer amigos. enganei-me. tão redondamente que em 2013, em paris, passamos a parecer um 8. vivíamos naqueles quartinhos minúsculos, partilhavamos o secador e o ferro de engomar. éramos vizinhas de quarto e tornamo-nos companheiras de quatro. estendemos mapas em cima da mesa, bebemos muito rosé, comemos muito babybel, percorremos Paris a pé, por baixo de chuvas torrenciais com os nossos impermeáveis com 1 cm de espessura da g̶&̶j̶ h&m. por pouco ficávamos fechadas no cemitério porque eu queria ver a maria callas (salvo seja) e não arredava pé. os amigos têm uma pachorra santa e isso é fixe. os dois meses passaram, era tempo de regressar à grande alface. pensávamos que nos tínhamos aproximado pelo trabalho e pela solidão, mas continuamos juntas 'em sindicato', contra as injustiças, a pregar pelo bom senso e a dizer piadas que só nós é que percebiamos. gostamos de preto e branco e a última vez que nos rimos às bandeiras despregadas, até ficar com dor de burro, foi por causa de uma grafonola. estávamos no porto e cada vez que me lembro disso volta-me a maluqueira. hoje festejamos muitos anos de vida porque já não vamos para novos e esta coisa de celebrar a vida parece-me cada vez mais importante.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">joyeux anniversaire ma chérie. ma Gi ❤️</span></div>
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