quarta-feira, 30 de novembro de 2011

terça-feira, 29 de novembro de 2011

domingo, 20 de novembro de 2011

sábado, 19 de novembro de 2011

sexta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2011

quarta-feira, 16 de novembro de 2011

Saudades da India


"O que mais deixei para trás, em cada viagem que fiz, foram os amigos que não voltei a ver..."
"...tudo é genuíno e generoso nesses encontros e, quanto maiores são as diferenças, mais evidente se torna o que é essencial nas relações entre as pessoas..."

Miguel Sousa Tavares
in "Sul , Viagens"


domingo, 13 de novembro de 2011

2º Aniversário


Hoje por aqui celebra-se o 2º aniversário.

Fotografia: a SOMBRA da minha pessoa num dia de VENTO

Obrigada a todos que visitam este Blog.


terça-feira, 8 de novembro de 2011



To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

Escusado será escrever mas aqui fica:

William Shakespeare



segunda-feira, 7 de novembro de 2011

quinta-feira, 3 de novembro de 2011

quarta-feira, 2 de novembro de 2011



"Hay días que no se le ocurre a uno nada"

Antonio Mingote


terça-feira, 1 de novembro de 2011