tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040994186923813682024-03-05T03:33:15.248-08:00Borboleta EsvoaçanteChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-79466128815861820182011-06-07T18:46:00.000-07:002011-06-07T19:06:56.630-07:00Aprender a partilhar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSluXh5ytj9o4ByyOjYlJ080LGCdvh3M16eg5AeAoU5ZVZGHTkvpHF_klZsA1I_e7PxicyU9WFjvSZudJTWXiGxm1EdIaeWXw_hICvCz9t6ypJvmryCldfkQnL96USbgTeJH9kgkyOMIe7/s1600/IMG_3031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSluXh5ytj9o4ByyOjYlJ080LGCdvh3M16eg5AeAoU5ZVZGHTkvpHF_klZsA1I_e7PxicyU9WFjvSZudJTWXiGxm1EdIaeWXw_hICvCz9t6ypJvmryCldfkQnL96USbgTeJH9kgkyOMIe7/s400/IMG_3031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615659688790405682" /></a><br /><br />O meu botãozinho cresceu... anda num mundo de aventuras. <br />Conheceu um amigo e com ele vai aprendendo a partilhar os seus brinquedos.Chongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-3685360943280934822011-06-07T18:23:00.001-07:002011-06-07T18:26:48.134-07:00Poema para mim<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5E8MC8weaA6sbeDGSdFTvxo2Z8CcHYblMhSAfa_uJHYNA3K4xtj2E12wHzWKIwECL6VpvWagHwImdzOeACTfzksyS4PvPXthQ1wiqLd8ToeYh4CroGtIESVylrzADRv2S-fque4rXwrmI/s1600/IMG_7410.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5E8MC8weaA6sbeDGSdFTvxo2Z8CcHYblMhSAfa_uJHYNA3K4xtj2E12wHzWKIwECL6VpvWagHwImdzOeACTfzksyS4PvPXthQ1wiqLd8ToeYh4CroGtIESVylrzADRv2S-fque4rXwrmI/s400/IMG_7410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615653830425559378" /></a><br /><br />Quando barras o meu caminho<br />Gosto de ficar a olhar<br />Para além do teu brilho<br />De cobrir-te de poemas<br />Cujas palavras invisíveis<br />São reflexos coloridos<br />Em movimentos de esperança<br />Tatuados pela felicidade<br />De mais um ano vivido<br /><br />Lena Ferraz<br />6-6-2011Chongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-32832715561771906672011-05-03T16:49:00.000-07:002011-05-03T16:54:46.810-07:00Escureci...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3PpJcGwgej5tj2Ve24mwZWjKb1BSkjhb9bspFo7jYrkbEY_aMS_njXiOeBvOYh0EgtPLBK4ZsZvIR9ojqqncUGWdm7Ihomrx1ZjcCdQSTKrqcmE5JghXpKhz097MCiMl1zC0EHXdOzMa/s1600/IMG_4929-8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3PpJcGwgej5tj2Ve24mwZWjKb1BSkjhb9bspFo7jYrkbEY_aMS_njXiOeBvOYh0EgtPLBK4ZsZvIR9ojqqncUGWdm7Ihomrx1ZjcCdQSTKrqcmE5JghXpKhz097MCiMl1zC0EHXdOzMa/s400/IMG_4929-8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602641954887149186" /></a><br /><br />Hoje senti a Lua a fugir-me...Chongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-55918081863689246982011-05-03T16:25:00.000-07:002011-05-03T16:29:46.116-07:00MÃE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVAvc_W6epxL8VrNyZLntO0RkGA35MGlWFe528odpUaBTaJEKzQYDmKtK3Uq8dJaiLOikmEvqGgT83KO3cY3Uf6c5RLi_8LCsEy_TQjl81DHKqtsM38sfECs7CRuSukS7ZGf4gKe3iwHe/s1600/IMG_8979-3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVAvc_W6epxL8VrNyZLntO0RkGA35MGlWFe528odpUaBTaJEKzQYDmKtK3Uq8dJaiLOikmEvqGgT83KO3cY3Uf6c5RLi_8LCsEy_TQjl81DHKqtsM38sfECs7CRuSukS7ZGf4gKe3iwHe/s400/IMG_8979-3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602635578242806098" /></a><br /><br />"MÃE é uma rosa de pétalas de amor cujo perfume permanece e nunca murcha"<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-78064123041844300492011-04-22T11:19:00.000-07:002011-04-22T11:22:07.507-07:00PÁSCOA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRbi2Vbl-M3_QaH5XXJqL3_XbUU9eih8sXpT7qfiiErIwhLgWf-7B6bklKDdZOTkUHcB8I7XKLpB4XqXhvq1f77GdnEQ-Y3PXtRpIKcnCSdEaDYgJgpmUmNiyQnWi-fj2k1ntqXTjR_yH2/s1600/IMG_3160.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRbi2Vbl-M3_QaH5XXJqL3_XbUU9eih8sXpT7qfiiErIwhLgWf-7B6bklKDdZOTkUHcB8I7XKLpB4XqXhvq1f77GdnEQ-Y3PXtRpIKcnCSdEaDYgJgpmUmNiyQnWi-fj2k1ntqXTjR_yH2/s400/IMG_3160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598474471405334722" /></a><br /><br />Páscoa é tempo de amor, de família e de paz<br />É tempo de agradecermos discretamente<br />Por tudo o que temos e o que teremos<br />Páscoa é sentimento nos nossos corações<br />De esperança, fé e confiança<br />É dia de milagres<br />É dia dos nossos sonhos <br />Parecerem estar mais perto<br />Tempo de retrospecção <br />Por tudo o que tem sido<br />E uma antecipação de tudo o que será<br />É hora de lembrar com amor e apreciação<br />As pessoas que em nossas vidas<br />Fazem a diferença...<br />Pessoas como vocês!!!Chongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-66189321040010173192011-04-10T15:38:00.000-07:002011-04-10T15:47:30.597-07:00Fico à tua espera<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHW5pxfm5LbFpWYUS_ABhm4pfwIcLks9WBaGbNbbsYpsOeYNWmemagc3bVvEfEE7dnIIcktwB1_emS2RKUE-7VDuXcC106x4RUHJwiabKwp7t3Fh1h09rHT68VwrHakFP_AFjnGhKoYKj/s1600/IMG_4392-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHW5pxfm5LbFpWYUS_ABhm4pfwIcLks9WBaGbNbbsYpsOeYNWmemagc3bVvEfEE7dnIIcktwB1_emS2RKUE-7VDuXcC106x4RUHJwiabKwp7t3Fh1h09rHT68VwrHakFP_AFjnGhKoYKj/s400/IMG_4392-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594088674324727362" /></a>Chongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-76306615513304787132011-04-08T18:39:00.000-07:002011-04-08T18:43:33.471-07:00Olhos nos olhos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sW2bQiNyPGaR7u8wnA4-9iQVrIimUY0fDJ0aSsz65OcwtkCjJbq5jTM3E_GEMmgYvSuYR348gkZM1oNiumTvDnE2FTZtseOVZ5JIn6_7Wo8o0Ppi__cLH-YpF-uQIDrZFLsWKNmYuUhF/s1600/IMG_1204.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sW2bQiNyPGaR7u8wnA4-9iQVrIimUY0fDJ0aSsz65OcwtkCjJbq5jTM3E_GEMmgYvSuYR348gkZM1oNiumTvDnE2FTZtseOVZ5JIn6_7Wo8o0Ppi__cLH-YpF-uQIDrZFLsWKNmYuUhF/s400/IMG_1204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593392783722853506" /></a><br /><br />"Olhamo-nos em silêncio numa mesma tristeza"<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-73783714753896385512011-04-07T17:04:00.000-07:002011-04-07T17:10:45.250-07:00Caminhando<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6HunO5JPsVOWIkadgWIUeerHmA70NV0ZmPjiXmP91W3Xw1JFaMD8Qn-pS8hrKuSztCtCaKYhRLZCDVkMRsgRDvb0JV6DVKT2s33xhcVUp89vXXb2S3TOnAZ0JD-j4QLq6bBzgRYoR4jGM/s1600/IMG_4045.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6HunO5JPsVOWIkadgWIUeerHmA70NV0ZmPjiXmP91W3Xw1JFaMD8Qn-pS8hrKuSztCtCaKYhRLZCDVkMRsgRDvb0JV6DVKT2s33xhcVUp89vXXb2S3TOnAZ0JD-j4QLq6bBzgRYoR4jGM/s400/IMG_4045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592997263495389106" /></a><br /><br />"Caminho errante, cambaleando sobre degraus escorregadios em busca do nada"<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-6987618832741636762011-03-19T19:18:00.000-07:002011-03-19T19:26:50.098-07:00Pai... elas continuam a florir<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLtx38M0zl8COw7ZMpg2GNWlpBMU_Shg9ABjU964il_1M3jxauvQCY2_O3xbU9GeNOzUemjxJDRNYUWW5qaJwgqe741DPAtTOkXUx9Hie7YrXcyuG_ImHpA6w1CHwBRehnAESG_d2zPMp/s1600/IMG_8149.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLtx38M0zl8COw7ZMpg2GNWlpBMU_Shg9ABjU964il_1M3jxauvQCY2_O3xbU9GeNOzUemjxJDRNYUWW5qaJwgqe741DPAtTOkXUx9Hie7YrXcyuG_ImHpA6w1CHwBRehnAESG_d2zPMp/s400/IMG_8149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585981024744781378" /></a><br /><br />A cada Primavera elas vêem encher o teu quintal de cor e saudade.<br />Fico presa em recordações e sorrio para ti Querido Pai.<br />Nunca te esquecerei... estás sempre no meu coração.Chongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-17633875882108976532011-03-15T18:59:00.000-07:002011-03-15T19:34:30.658-07:00Flor mágica<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhEoXdE0w_w9erPgWp3oOErbkVSYG4KKyAdx6FptaYXsOgHW0OF-x47RNY45gV0XUG7Mjg327TkgRUlq9OOha9KrJVgTvfY8A08ao-Yno-IO51ThLHUZXA8fd37p9Y9YrC03RMp1PULnMi/s1600/IMG_1493-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhEoXdE0w_w9erPgWp3oOErbkVSYG4KKyAdx6FptaYXsOgHW0OF-x47RNY45gV0XUG7Mjg327TkgRUlq9OOha9KrJVgTvfY8A08ao-Yno-IO51ThLHUZXA8fd37p9Y9YrC03RMp1PULnMi/s400/IMG_1493-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584491592003375682" /></a><br /><br />"Neste cantinho do meu jardim, cultivei esta flor mágica para ti minha doce borboleta, para que venhas poisar tranquila, trazendo-me a FORÇA do teu voar"<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-36812225707162634882011-03-15T18:21:00.000-07:002011-03-15T18:54:26.310-07:00Bolinhas de bolor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-58OfConi8VeIKhhwXdTghEGs6Zvb6wQaXL6EnvX2c2kkh8PRruKulhLMZgiHowAIJBikfh6jqqu8cP1WWlRCcJl5ZQdVlewvIpdpWw0W-mnIMWbf5Le4pMQ1aCkYnhOD4tJjB8hft6U/s1600/IMG_1020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-58OfConi8VeIKhhwXdTghEGs6Zvb6wQaXL6EnvX2c2kkh8PRruKulhLMZgiHowAIJBikfh6jqqu8cP1WWlRCcJl5ZQdVlewvIpdpWw0W-mnIMWbf5Le4pMQ1aCkYnhOD4tJjB8hft6U/s400/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584482362369434002" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Que teimam sobreviver em mim sem piedade, num desespero que me enrola em sofrimento, minando as minhas veias quase desbotadas, secas de esperança, já sem forças para voltar a brilhar e a baloiçar ao vento a minha vivacidade"<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-51424799083197569012011-03-08T18:54:00.000-08:002011-03-08T19:04:42.276-08:00Moedas de cinza<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigRpZK1D7i1ji-GmaJLVWHGulbn4szKH-mOOUVjfTFFJL9U_-XVzQOV6KmVnk6F44U_q0JhNYvzfy84veOhfpcbtPK1d28v86-veBqBBYHXdXss8kAqmJZMZ_5U9HWsUsCCRpMHOKwBd7R/s1600/IMG_0814.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigRpZK1D7i1ji-GmaJLVWHGulbn4szKH-mOOUVjfTFFJL9U_-XVzQOV6KmVnk6F44U_q0JhNYvzfy84veOhfpcbtPK1d28v86-veBqBBYHXdXss8kAqmJZMZ_5U9HWsUsCCRpMHOKwBd7R/s400/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581908646486049698" /></a><br /><br />"Quando trabalhamos só com a mira dos bens materiais, construimos nós próprios a nossa prisão. Encarceramo-nos sozinhos com as nossas moedas de cinza que não compram nada que valha a pena viver"<br /><br />Saint-Exupéry (Terra dos Homens)Chongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-63404121068218738922011-03-08T17:52:00.000-08:002011-03-08T19:07:49.938-08:00Os sonhos possuem asas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbcfryJLWZ82V-mFZmDRIyuYXACJlDzkSeckoYXyCp5mPjjSIxKbmtJu29vyLXGtqv0Qe_DH1Z3DFhrHVBNQVpPtkh3GoaDKvcKg2Cmmb7yoN9Vym_Gr4kQjNXgo1UUTT9UD9mgO3VMYr/s1600/IMG_7373.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbcfryJLWZ82V-mFZmDRIyuYXACJlDzkSeckoYXyCp5mPjjSIxKbmtJu29vyLXGtqv0Qe_DH1Z3DFhrHVBNQVpPtkh3GoaDKvcKg2Cmmb7yoN9Vym_Gr4kQjNXgo1UUTT9UD9mgO3VMYr/s400/IMG_7373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581892655281944642" /></a><br /><br />OS SONHOS POSSUEM ASAS<br />Asas do desejo<br />Asas de esperança<br />Asas do amor<br />Asas da Fé<br />Asas da alegria<br />Asas de coragem<br />Asas de liberdade<br />No mundo de luz<br />Desta minha Borboleta<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-1605395643093101862011-01-26T19:04:00.000-08:002011-01-26T19:11:09.865-08:00Olhar curioso...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqvOXkbqwZUJRHqMYk8yZpRtiMObHwbmV710YTXCnrVTEa38CkvVBsQT58ZCmtfZoAcG7entIIWRjpyEJZ629LFkKa48bnLgVTV754TPKd8e3vltRF-HsNO6D5BK3wl9rMjUZuhL48Cx6/s1600/IMG_9837-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqvOXkbqwZUJRHqMYk8yZpRtiMObHwbmV710YTXCnrVTEa38CkvVBsQT58ZCmtfZoAcG7entIIWRjpyEJZ629LFkKa48bnLgVTV754TPKd8e3vltRF-HsNO6D5BK3wl9rMjUZuhL48Cx6/s400/IMG_9837-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566696709597731122" /></a><br /><br />"Hoje caminhei na floresta<br /> Pé ante pé para não perturbar<br /> O silêncio da Natureza<br /> As árvores entrelaçadas<br /> Deixaram escapar uma réstea de Sol<br /> Para que te descobrisse<br /> Entre o tapete de trevo<br /> Pequenino, frágil, espreitando<br /> Embrulhado num manto aveludado<br /> Enquanto o teu rosto <br /> Me olhava curioso, atrevido<br /> Escondendo um sorriso discreto<br /> E foi num silêncio absoluto <br /> Que ali te deixei<br /> Para voltar a reencontrar-te<br /> Já menino crescido, sabido<br /> Dominando o verde esperança<br /> Num ambiente sereno<br /> Onde a luz e a paz <br /> Afagam o vazio da alma"<br /><br /> Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-54014590709000543972011-01-20T20:18:00.000-08:002011-01-20T20:25:15.475-08:00Descobrimos...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYBmcnyr04N3weZcAITIs0458S8XYu7SWi5AfhtfBG1sSdx0uf_ROtjayK4WefzXSrRYrMEmhnXY-_KGdOFdOS_9SdE5DFopKNN9jvwPgwaSPAjf79yEnBVjzn4aAj7LiZHlfKIOypY5qk/s1600/IMG_1186-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYBmcnyr04N3weZcAITIs0458S8XYu7SWi5AfhtfBG1sSdx0uf_ROtjayK4WefzXSrRYrMEmhnXY-_KGdOFdOS_9SdE5DFopKNN9jvwPgwaSPAjf79yEnBVjzn4aAj7LiZHlfKIOypY5qk/s400/IMG_1186-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564489249278153154" /></a><br /><br />"Em cada dia descobrimos a nossa FORÇA, aprendendo a valoriza-la quando julgamos ser impossível de tranpor os obstáculos"<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-49931450739265126372011-01-16T17:27:00.000-08:002011-01-16T17:39:21.193-08:00Lágrimas do céu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSMzxIywIZ7U66DkOvR-ouT3bkCXgFeZA52W1wFUHnlMZf54Uheoy9FfVtxVtDgiQwBNiBwl-s_7SzhYvJ1aFimF-QUJYsi2mNoUdfxsmBO-L2FWZPveD-mpCBrXZtWHYgsiuyUc8-GhU/s1600/IMG_6068.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSMzxIywIZ7U66DkOvR-ouT3bkCXgFeZA52W1wFUHnlMZf54Uheoy9FfVtxVtDgiQwBNiBwl-s_7SzhYvJ1aFimF-QUJYsi2mNoUdfxsmBO-L2FWZPveD-mpCBrXZtWHYgsiuyUc8-GhU/s400/IMG_6068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562961080280538066" /></a><br /><br />"Que as lágrimas do céu possam lavar a tristeza da minha alma"<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-69832209508426163442011-01-13T19:41:00.000-08:002011-01-13T19:59:05.730-08:00No teu chilrear<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWo4cKs-gRSktNBFmT4vvkOhjzfzA9eizopPKaYKgQcPTxS16_xwG4VLnM9pObPJV21lrV3WcbJ4KgmUsSEN62Tce51-FsmFqO7690hos0yyYzE1XXpaQ4GQE7d7dbHhTPDisKKeE2DP8/s1600/IMG_7494.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWo4cKs-gRSktNBFmT4vvkOhjzfzA9eizopPKaYKgQcPTxS16_xwG4VLnM9pObPJV21lrV3WcbJ4KgmUsSEN62Tce51-FsmFqO7690hos0yyYzE1XXpaQ4GQE7d7dbHhTPDisKKeE2DP8/s400/IMG_7494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561881964615544882" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Entre os tons de Inverno, <br />Escuto no teu chilrear<br />A melodia da saudade <br />Do Sol a brilhar, <br />Do verde das árvores, <br />Das flores perfumadas<br />E do voo alegre <br />Da Borboleta Esvoaçante"<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-4369022204577720042011-01-09T19:32:00.000-08:002011-01-09T20:13:29.793-08:00Nunca mais chegas...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmreHkjiUUDXTCFdSrEhQGYMHy8OludJf2DQvxYKBG61aQw-hlxwRk5vN4heqSBN8EVc24O4j2Ha_pFT4GDeKP-exFzJ4mWP7F50OEj0du7V7dbi2Oe_XgqrcYN9ZwUzilx9sb83z1V16/s1600/IMG_6777-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmreHkjiUUDXTCFdSrEhQGYMHy8OludJf2DQvxYKBG61aQw-hlxwRk5vN4heqSBN8EVc24O4j2Ha_pFT4GDeKP-exFzJ4mWP7F50OEj0du7V7dbi2Oe_XgqrcYN9ZwUzilx9sb83z1V16/s400/IMG_6777-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560395764299597218" /></a><br /><br />"Tenho saudades do Sol ameno, dos campos salpicados de cor, do aroma a fruta madura, da terra remexida, das andorinhas pousadas nos fios, dos verdes matizados, do mordiscar dos caracóis, do cântico dos melros ao amanhecer, da neblina a orvalhar, do Sol atrevido a espreitar a Lua, do céu muito azul, das papoilas baloiçando ao vento, das lagartixas escondidas nos velhos muros, do perfume das roseiras, do chilrear nos ninhos, do som de crianças na rua, do coaxar das rãs, do cheiro a relva cortada, do tilintar dos badalos, do colorido das tulipas, das caminhadas na Natureza... e do esvoaçar livre das minhas adoradas borboletas. <br />Tenho saudades de ti Primavera."<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-89494153540049794872011-01-05T18:29:00.000-08:002011-01-05T18:50:54.474-08:00Apaixonados<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhJH8daT64G62obAU0nMCdgZvf7iSOIFQJrjmIUZHelvLo9FLSIwd-2f0yZOtHiL9pVBvnB7M65ClXJBqAD3Qq8wpBSZ5a5eOGJrDaQqhYzm4ZYGQwtKLq9NTg7VKu79wxjiqDfJzgpqP/s1600/IMG_5616.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhJH8daT64G62obAU0nMCdgZvf7iSOIFQJrjmIUZHelvLo9FLSIwd-2f0yZOtHiL9pVBvnB7M65ClXJBqAD3Qq8wpBSZ5a5eOGJrDaQqhYzm4ZYGQwtKLq9NTg7VKu79wxjiqDfJzgpqP/s400/IMG_5616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558896105048335794" /></a><br /><br />"No meio do bosque, entre os picos de azevinho, de gorro protegendo-se do frio agreste deste Inverno, vivem felizes uma enorme paixão e embalados pelo baloiçar do vento, tocam-se em carícias aveludadas "<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-81458613706608740812011-01-02T17:11:00.000-08:002011-01-02T17:14:34.690-08:00Deslizando na onda<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsoJ1WTwBds22_1jXvPWIDOY71KUS7Kx_icpz-bAGNORe3tyw_vcnihzs0XWw5pGa8fAQlNlxLZAaYdJOAWqFHocV0egVRv_wxJrUq-FqZdetayvJhRcvgAwdwPtSqGXH4JAlGvK5DwVL/s1600/IMG_3285.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsoJ1WTwBds22_1jXvPWIDOY71KUS7Kx_icpz-bAGNORe3tyw_vcnihzs0XWw5pGa8fAQlNlxLZAaYdJOAWqFHocV0egVRv_wxJrUq-FqZdetayvJhRcvgAwdwPtSqGXH4JAlGvK5DwVL/s400/IMG_3285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557761255937347938" /></a><br /><br />"Faz tudo como se alguém te contemplasse"Chongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-42512842539989373102011-01-02T16:32:00.000-08:002011-01-02T16:47:56.366-08:00Natal é todos os dias...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMolduktn4aKZdPQmNBVCgjwzRMQZ7j7nUS_nQQRcloppBbNPEGk76uacsbaVxUp3rapsZ9FfZwYMnucMUU1I8MvHC0jDanIvnq0b27YCnh0v_4-mCMGfygl8gPpPxpeLrvJ2_n_bvQa_/s1600/IMG_1928.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMolduktn4aKZdPQmNBVCgjwzRMQZ7j7nUS_nQQRcloppBbNPEGk76uacsbaVxUp3rapsZ9FfZwYMnucMUU1I8MvHC0jDanIvnq0b27YCnh0v_4-mCMGfygl8gPpPxpeLrvJ2_n_bvQa_/s400/IMG_1928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557751747270110210" /></a><br /><br />"Natal, deve ser todos os dias.<br />Nos nossos corações, nas nossas mentes.<br />O Natal não está nos presentes, <br />Está na ajuda ao próximo e na compreensão.<br />É darmos as mãos e sentirmo-nos irmãos.<br />Quando isto acontece, é Natal!"<br /><br />*O meu presépio deste Natal, pintado por mim.Chongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-15527613954888697682010-12-30T20:19:00.000-08:002010-12-30T20:32:25.207-08:00Feliz Ano Novo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSqRNrFDASPqf2RwHlvtItNKliZ6tcEIzM_BwdKXOhuCKVfoTMO_17OJrGi571dRJVjaby56Mz4Xw-SLxjZwjIAPTAhdJ8WAWpkkT3aiLPBy9CYFiD0J4lrMp76z32olvL39gJTN_J1_XZ/s1600/Palma+Maiorca_20070707_006-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSqRNrFDASPqf2RwHlvtItNKliZ6tcEIzM_BwdKXOhuCKVfoTMO_17OJrGi571dRJVjaby56Mz4Xw-SLxjZwjIAPTAhdJ8WAWpkkT3aiLPBy9CYFiD0J4lrMp76z32olvL39gJTN_J1_XZ/s400/Palma+Maiorca_20070707_006-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556697728914876706" /></a><br /><br />"O início de mais um ano de esperança, sempre com um SORRISO a espreitar-me"<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-63022439944857339492010-12-21T20:40:00.000-08:002010-12-21T20:47:47.538-08:00Mensagem de Natal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2Sh7ob1c2WDmdNAMRwPZKRtkUt9-5SAXbFrPSQLTJ7goZaEbfbkETQIZnL-49EGIi_ZMwVvtEKOPAPJYysoTIhgDWSgOYgwPtrlaEN3hIsH-fu7jCFt1FweANUaMp_QprgNdnX5V_eo/s1600/IMG_1487.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2Sh7ob1c2WDmdNAMRwPZKRtkUt9-5SAXbFrPSQLTJ7goZaEbfbkETQIZnL-49EGIi_ZMwVvtEKOPAPJYysoTIhgDWSgOYgwPtrlaEN3hIsH-fu7jCFt1FweANUaMp_QprgNdnX5V_eo/s400/IMG_1487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553362819357457810" /></a><br /><br />A Melhor mensagem de Natal é aquela que sai em silêncio de nossos corações e aquece com ternura os corações daqueles que nos acompanham na nossa caminhada pela vida.Chongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-61631245802576795932010-12-10T19:29:00.000-08:002010-12-10T19:37:09.222-08:00Não estás só<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAnOm3opsKw4f-7RgGj5SKgkS0RrnuQqwAo7W-npo9dgK7XaVhssogX-H_hEzRcOTyVGP8MFnnqhb7Zp_K_YTpUk7Dc81KiHpGyQrrEGyV2QdmqL6gOZDnUaZTHG00SrcfdRyTdunLYZz/s1600/IMG_7217.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAnOm3opsKw4f-7RgGj5SKgkS0RrnuQqwAo7W-npo9dgK7XaVhssogX-H_hEzRcOTyVGP8MFnnqhb7Zp_K_YTpUk7Dc81KiHpGyQrrEGyV2QdmqL6gOZDnUaZTHG00SrcfdRyTdunLYZz/s400/IMG_7217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549261959255239650" /></a><br /><br />"As flores também choram quando sentem a tristeza do abandono"<br /><br />Lena FerrazChongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704099418692381368.post-86427087217424180682010-12-06T20:55:00.000-08:002010-12-06T21:30:36.470-08:00Combate mútuo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZJZwaKc4aIcDQqbB94EEY7O9QVM00W5WhgtGM2deULU4XgVE0nHagv9JEtWNPRsmAQqTRcPMwUy9t64BQVwog8-z4IwqT7OfgMpN0AcVZUxfv0reorJQ5SWIjEvae2jd0jPjdKPSRhzv/s1600/IMG_7230.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZJZwaKc4aIcDQqbB94EEY7O9QVM00W5WhgtGM2deULU4XgVE0nHagv9JEtWNPRsmAQqTRcPMwUy9t64BQVwog8-z4IwqT7OfgMpN0AcVZUxfv0reorJQ5SWIjEvae2jd0jPjdKPSRhzv/s400/IMG_7230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547799696086220290" /></a><br /><br />"Tal como uma erva daninha, ramificas-te em mim silencioso num combate mútuo de um sofrimento constante, em que tu procuras matar-me e eu tento aniquilar-te... Hei-de VENCER-TE!"<br /><br />Lena Ferraz<br /><br />*Neste dia especial continuo a declarar-te guerra...Chongolitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04765592497579772444noreply@blogger.com0