tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41030111698405772702011-10-04T10:12:41.409+01:00azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-54190023293962334002010-10-30T00:29:00.000+01:002010-10-30T00:29:41.524+01:00<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ts-Qrvn9sQ?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ts-Qrvn9sQ?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-5419002329396233400?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-31925153232297177762010-02-22T00:26:00.005Z2010-02-22T00:34:26.789Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/S4HQxQSqEKI/AAAAAAAAADA/lZTVZvpeVJQ/s1600-h/DSCF2306.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440859369445658786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/S4HQxQSqEKI/AAAAAAAAADA/lZTVZvpeVJQ/s320/DSCF2306.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440858015060346690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/S4HPia0CR0I/AAAAAAAAACw/4j5QgkdiHhw/s320/DSCF2321.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440858683414381858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/S4HQJUoDhSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/USRvONcMd4I/s320/DSCF2305.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div>Nunca pensei que uma alface fosse fotogénica.<br /></div><div>Afinal, aqui fica a prova de que uma horta não produz só coisas boas para comer.<br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-3192515323229717776?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-41603595150656316512010-01-19T23:12:00.003Z2010-01-19T23:53:29.519Z<em>os segredos são superados por experiências</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-4160359515065631651?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-57225277724310757822009-12-31T17:22:00.004Z2009-12-31T17:43:23.206ZFaçam um search no You Tube com a frase:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=What%27s+My+Line&amp;search_type=&amp;aq=f">What's My Line</a><br /><br />Vai dar a um Show Americano dos anos 50, onde um painel de pessoas de olhos vendados tenta descobrir qual a personalidade que tem à frente.<br /><br />É engraçado ver pessoas que hoje em dia são icones, de uma maneira diferente.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-5722527772431075782?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-82657700891189503332009-11-17T14:47:00.004Z2009-11-17T14:52:04.343ZConversa de Ziul com Azul.<br /><br />-Mãe, o mar não vem para a areia.<br /><br />-Não, Ziul?<br /><br />-Mas também não se vai embora.<br /><br />-( ... ) Pois é.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-8265770089118950333?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-5392923480480486682009-10-13T23:21:00.010+01:002009-10-14T00:06:08.411+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392217232391781666" style="WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/StUBAPBzvSI/AAAAAAAAACM/3jdPAQtje6g/s320/Goethe_Ginkgo_Biloba.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Depois da ida ao teatro fui folhear o programa para debaixo das árvores do jardim do Príncipe Real e encontrei uma referência a este poema de Goethe, escrito em 1815, sobre a <em>Ginkgo biloba.</em> Não resisti a fazer um "search" e encontrei a imagem acima. O original está exposto no Goethe Museum em Düsseldorf, na Alemanha.</span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/StUDRjvDPJI/AAAAAAAAACk/eA7nKAa9hy0/s1600-h/gikgo002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392219729031281810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/StUDRjvDPJI/AAAAAAAAACk/eA7nKAa9hy0/s200/gikgo002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Curiosa com o que diria o poema, acabei por encontrar esta tradução que achei maravilhosa, por <a href="http://cvc.instituto-camoes.pt/figuras/pquintela.html">Paulo Quintela</a>.<br />Ao lado vão as folhas de Ginkgo apanhadas no jardim, onde fui conversar comigo sobre o que tinha acabado de ver.</span><br /></div><br /><div><strong>Ginkgo biloba</strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/StUCfnsd3hI/AAAAAAAAACc/SLQn7BzUno4/s1600-h/gikgo002.jpg"></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">A folha desta árvore que de Leste</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Ao meu jardim se veio afeiçoar,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Dá-nos um gosto de um sentido oculto</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Capaz de um sábio edificar. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Será um ser vivo apenas</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Em si mesmo em dois partido?</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Serão dois que se elegeram</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">E nós julgamos num unidos? </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">P'ra responder às perguntas</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Tenho o sentido real:</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Não vês por meus cantos como</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Sou uno e duplo, afinal?</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-539292348048048668?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-62762780303129655122009-10-11T23:30:00.002+01:002009-10-11T23:45:12.583+01:00Aqui fica a recomendação.<br />Em cena no <a href="http://www.teatro-cornucopia.pt/htmls/conteudos/EkEyyFVkEuEiwIhOPF.shtml"><strong>Teatro da Cornucópia</strong></a> está:<br /><br />IFIGÉNIA NA TÁURIDA<br />de Goethe,<br />com recriação poética de Frederico Lourenço.<br />Não perder.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-6276278030312965512?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-14815787387921318362009-09-29T23:29:00.008+01:002009-09-29T23:52:07.225+01:00<p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387021795147241138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/SsKLx_EJ1rI/AAAAAAAAABk/OlenkeUA_-8/s200/4a89387f0e7c7-cbs_render2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387022122461428114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/SsKMFCZ7-ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KfEjG17kjSY/s200/shelter+competition2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387021917463019346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/SsKL5Gugf1I/AAAAAAAAABs/QkE0CRp3FLM/s200/4a89387f0ff35-cbs_interior_2.jpg" border="0" /></p><div><div>Aqui estão as imagens da proposta feita pelo português David Mares, O CBS - Cork Block Shelter na final do "Shelter Competition", concurso promovido pelo museu Guggenheim e pelo Google sketch up. Vejam aqui e votem, porque o rapaz está nos finalistas de entre 600 concorrentes.</div><br /><div><a href="http://www.guggenheim.org/new-york/education/sackler-center/design-it-shelter/vote-for-shelters">http://www.guggenheim.org/new-york/education/sackler-center/design-it-shelter/vote-for-shelters</a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Já agora... há outras propostas muito boas! Vejam o Waste-Pickers shelter.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-1481578738792131836?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-32463939645723318912009-09-28T22:41:00.004+01:002009-09-28T22:59:06.487+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/SsExl94TdDI/AAAAAAAAABc/qQiEERzUWuc/s1600-h/DSCF2049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386641157647463474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/SsExl94TdDI/AAAAAAAAABc/qQiEERzUWuc/s320/DSCF2049.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A descoberta foi do ziul, durante um passeio na gulbenkian.</div><br /><div>Alguém faz alguma ideia do que será?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-3246393964572331891?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-51806840546657449992009-09-14T23:31:00.000+01:002009-09-14T23:33:12.800+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/Sq7EnRu4Q6I/AAAAAAAAABU/02Ha3rcf13A/s1600-h/AfricaCont_convite_26_set.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381454783808291746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/Sq7EnRu4Q6I/AAAAAAAAABU/02Ha3rcf13A/s320/AfricaCont_convite_26_set.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-5180684054665744999?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-74192306087918420992009-09-13T23:34:00.000+01:002009-09-13T23:39:51.847+01:00<span style="font-size:78%;">Infelizmente na nossa morada, há muito mais para partir do que um coração.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-7419230608791842099?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-11941775534303326442009-09-13T22:55:00.001+01:002009-09-13T23:02:12.552+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/Sq1qcvnFBiI/AAAAAAAAABM/EPwh1QyQuco/s1600-h/ines+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381074171826865698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/Sq1qcvnFBiI/AAAAAAAAABM/EPwh1QyQuco/s320/ines+045.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Esta foto foi tirada no Douro. Parece que eles pintam de branco as telhas por onde passam as vigas, para a malta saber onde pode pôr o pé. É bem pensado e dá uma bela imagem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-1194177553430332644?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-86300845956171482922009-09-04T23:18:00.000+01:002009-09-04T23:25:29.862+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/SqGTsdP-kNI/AAAAAAAAABE/EiNacj5FSqU/s1600-h/DSCF1899.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377741822032253138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/SqGTsdP-kNI/AAAAAAAAABE/EiNacj5FSqU/s320/DSCF1899.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-8630084595617148292?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-21068676270421710932009-09-02T00:04:00.000+01:002009-09-02T00:19:45.262+01:00Entre nós não há palavras,<br />há música,<br />há músculos e pernas,<br />veias e coração.<br />Entre nós há calor,<br />há ritmo,<br />sangue a correr e o mundo.<br /><br />Entre nós há olhos.<br />Olhos abertos<br />olhos fechados<br />Há mãos. Mãos dadas.<br /><br />Entre nós há silêncio<br />Silêncio longo e calmo<br /><br />Entre nós há pressa<br />Entre nós há espera<br />Espera longínqua com<br />mar azul.<br />Há cor.<br />Há uma sala debaixo de água<br />e crianças de pés pequenos.<br /><br />Entre nós há tudo<br />Mas não há palavras.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-2106867627042171093?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-51610351995744708662009-08-29T02:06:00.000+01:002009-08-29T02:11:30.741+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/SpiAMHCmGwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3QyRo9mg2aU/s1600-h/DSCF1971.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375187100803406594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKugRjljkxI/SpiAMHCmGwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3QyRo9mg2aU/s320/DSCF1971.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-5161035199574470866?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103011169840577270.post-69956022255113429992009-08-25T01:34:00.000+01:002009-08-25T01:37:06.918+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Uma nova folha no 20 centimetros, agora a "solo".</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Welcome.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103011169840577270-6995602225511342999?l=20centimetros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azulescurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656943863069631645noreply@blogger.com0