tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88813339779115434142009-07-09T10:50:00.245-07:00olharesdamarisa"CARPE DIEM" - Aproveita o momento e
Vive cada dia como se Fosse o ÚltimoMarisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.comBlogger157125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-44655723735724236462009-07-05T07:31:00.000-07:002009-07-05T07:47:52.598-07:00Vista Sobre a Cidade<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SlC6e7RO7WI/AAAAAAAABR4/PDjneXe0vpQ/s1600-h/JanelaTorreBelemSepia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354984997412334946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SlC6e7RO7WI/AAAAAAAABR4/PDjneXe0vpQ/s400/JanelaTorreBelemSepia.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SlC6eqkHmSI/AAAAAAAABRw/og-QOF-TxtI/s1600-h/JanelaTorreBelem.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354984992928143650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SlC6eqkHmSI/AAAAAAAABRw/og-QOF-TxtI/s400/JanelaTorreBelem.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SlC6eqhT5QI/AAAAAAAABRo/1WL6KLeTy9w/s1600-h/JanelaTBelem.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354984992916366594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SlC6eqhT5QI/AAAAAAAABRo/1WL6KLeTy9w/s400/JanelaTBelem.jpg" /></a><br />Estas fotos resultam de uma ida à Torre de Belem, um momumento muito belo da nossa cidade.<br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-4465572373572423646?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-83843696042592783332009-06-28T12:01:00.000-07:002009-06-28T12:25:30.227-07:00Longo Passeio<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Ske-pYOk2II/AAAAAAAABQw/E6NItq9YcQ8/s1600-h/CaminhoparaaPonte.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352456300240623746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Ske-pYOk2II/AAAAAAAABQw/E6NItq9YcQ8/s400/CaminhoparaaPonte.jpg" /></a><span><br /><span>"O que é a felicidade além da simples harmonia entre o homem e a vida que ele leva?"<br /><br />Albert Camus <br /><br /><br />Caminhando por Vouzela, olhando a natureza, uma tarde que me pareceu mágica em que todos os elementos estavam em harmonia...Um leve cheiro a verão, flores a animar o parque, a sombra de árvores seculares, bancos para nos sentarmos e apreciarmos toda a beleza que a natureza e o homem (quando quer) nos conseguem proporcionar.<br /><br />Um dia para recordar...um dia mágico que ficará na memória daqueles que comigo estavam pois também eles foram contagiados pela harmonia e serenidade daquele lugar.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-8384369604259278333?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-45301086982504995982009-06-21T14:42:00.000-07:002009-06-21T14:47:13.411-07:00Trabalhos de Estudio<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sj6p0fZbEKI/AAAAAAAABKI/NHezgHQFNCE/s1600-h/Modelos.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349900126609150114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sj6p0fZbEKI/AAAAAAAABKI/NHezgHQFNCE/s400/Modelos.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sj6p0FrjqjI/AAAAAAAABKA/W55CaTTuyPU/s1600-h/estudio3em1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349900119705889330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sj6p0FrjqjI/AAAAAAAABKA/W55CaTTuyPU/s400/estudio3em1.jpg" /></a><em> Mais duas fotos resultantes da Aula Prática -Fotos de Estudio.</em></div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-4530108698250499598?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-52497738869235003562009-06-14T06:09:00.000-07:002009-06-14T06:13:53.252-07:00André<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SjT24rZxGpI/AAAAAAAABJo/If0Gqp9aMHs/s1600-h/Andre1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347170111179528850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SjT24rZxGpI/AAAAAAAABJo/If0Gqp9aMHs/s400/Andre1.jpg" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>Workshop de Técnica Fotográfica - Sessão de Estúdio</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>Modelo: André</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-5249773886923500356?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-42382556932909930562009-06-10T06:52:00.000-07:002009-06-10T06:59:49.190-07:00Gentes do Barreiro<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Si-7TAp8TkI/AAAAAAAABJg/R3fDRmNhQJQ/s1600-h/Dia-a-DiaGentesdoBarreiro1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345697217979895362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Si-7TAp8TkI/AAAAAAAABJg/R3fDRmNhQJQ/s400/Dia-a-DiaGentesdoBarreiro1.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Si-7SqpEh8I/AAAAAAAABJY/GN_WgzzF4i0/s1600-h/Dia-a-DiaGentesdoBarreiro.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345697212070660034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Si-7SqpEh8I/AAAAAAAABJY/GN_WgzzF4i0/s400/Dia-a-DiaGentesdoBarreiro.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span><span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Hoje é feriado...estou em casa :) mas obedeço a este ritual de segunda a sexta feira, reparem como as pessoas não têm uma expressividade são como... autómatos.<br /><br />Este é o retrato do dia-a-dia das gentes do Barreiro.</span></span><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-4238255693290993056?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-79761849909436296702009-05-31T11:47:00.000-07:002009-05-31T11:53:29.062-07:00Fé e Devoção<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SiLQ8mgZCaI/AAAAAAAABJQ/LkPmnHOKo4A/s1600-h/Procissao-Covas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342061847561963938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SiLQ8mgZCaI/AAAAAAAABJQ/LkPmnHOKo4A/s400/Procissao-Covas.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">"Se os homens são assim tão maus apesar da ajuda da religião, </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">como seriam eles sem ela ?"<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Benjamim Franklin</em></span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">"Há pessoas desagradáveis apesar das suas qualidades e outras encantadoras apesar dos seus defeitos"<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">François La Rochefoucauld</span> <br /></em></span><div><span><span><br />Foto tiranda durante a procissão da Senhora das Neves na pequena aldeia de Covas</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-7976184990943629670?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-75370979158661335652009-05-27T13:26:00.000-07:002009-05-27T13:34:39.633-07:00Memórias<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sh2ibNzqYOI/AAAAAAAABJI/IDxxtgHlEnU/s1600-h/Parque+de+merendasS%C3%A9pia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340603321577791714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sh2ibNzqYOI/AAAAAAAABJI/IDxxtgHlEnU/s400/Parque+de+merendasS%C3%A9pia.jpg" /></a><br />"O tempo não pára, só a saudade é que faz as coisas pararem no tempo" <div><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Mário Quintana</span></em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-7537097915866133565?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-11775771186537283612009-05-23T05:23:00.000-07:002009-05-23T05:38:52.271-07:00Longa Caminhada<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/ShfrkYM7HKI/AAAAAAAABJA/qrDMsq1Rgxw/s1600-h/Farol.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338994893475486882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/ShfrkYM7HKI/AAAAAAAABJA/qrDMsq1Rgxw/s400/Farol.jpg" /></a><span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>"Não há Bem que sempre dure nem Mal que nunca Acabe"</em></span></span></div><p align="justify"><span><span><span>A luz na escuridão...algo para nos guiar, Uma presença que nos acompanha através das horas más e que nos dá animo para continuarmos.</span></span></span></p><p align="justify"><span><span><span></span></span></span><span><span><span>Devido as problemas de saúde envolvendo um familiar meu, tenho estado um pouco ausente do blog e não tenho comentado os vossos posts como gostaria. </span></span></span></p><p align="justify"><span><span><span>Durante esta longa caminhada que ainda falta percorrer espero voltar gradualmente conforme me for possível.<br /></span></span></span><span><span><br /></p></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-1177577118653728361?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-85353465545827946142009-05-16T14:43:00.000-07:002009-05-16T14:50:06.040-07:00ainda o Vermelho<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sg8z1vRB6dI/AAAAAAAABI4/0pjznwyYzJc/s1600-h/Tem%C3%A1tica+-+Vermelho.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336541081771305426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sg8z1vRB6dI/AAAAAAAABI4/0pjznwyYzJc/s400/Tem%C3%A1tica+-+Vermelho.jpg" /></a><span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Há algumas semanas pediram-me que participasse numa temática sobre o vermelho. No início confesso que estava meio perdida, recorri ao baú das "velharias" e encontrei duas fotos que podiam ser combinadas de modo a fazerem um conjunto agradável. Este foi o resultado.</span><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-8535346554582794614?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-71585627286564487442009-05-10T06:36:00.000-07:002009-05-10T06:48:36.016-07:00Apontamentos a Vermelho<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SgbaGwVqcVI/AAAAAAAABIQ/wO1taNSlPnA/s1600-h/Tem%C3%A1tica+-+Vermelho.jpg"></a><br /><div><div></div><br /><div align="justify"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334189691588396354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SgbZQ0OtRUI/AAAAAAAABII/MElQDy7kaTA/s400/malaguetasBLOG.jpg" /><span>Gosto expecialmente desta cor, vermelho, paixão, sangue, quente....<br /><br />Esta foto foi tirada na quinta da maragota, onde estas malaguetas estavam sobre uma mesa para posteriormente serem escolhidas.<br /><br />O contraste entre o vermelho e o branco atraiu o meu olhar, deu-lhe um tratamento com iluminação.<span></span></span></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-7158562728656448744?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-79040554001506283382009-05-09T11:33:00.000-07:002009-05-09T11:38:18.317-07:00As Garras do Poder<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SgXMvrSMDUI/AAAAAAAABH4/JmH3nwi9gio/s1600-h/Tem%C3%A1tica-Tachos.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333894453135150402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SgXMvrSMDUI/AAAAAAAABH4/JmH3nwi9gio/s400/Tem%C3%A1tica-Tachos.jpg" /></a><br /><span><span>"Os homens não poderiam viver muito tempo em sociedade se não se deixassem enganar uns pelos outros"<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">François La Rochefoucauld</span></em></span></span><br /><span><span></span></span><br /><span><span>Foto da Assembleia da Republica, passei a Sépia no Photoshop </span></span><span><br /><br /></span><span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-7904055400150628338?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-76779683669554721712009-05-06T15:30:00.000-07:002009-05-06T15:39:49.360-07:00Vaidades...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SgIP3YgQeoI/AAAAAAAABHw/O2U13ZkbRn4/s1600-h/Pavao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332842352905058946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SgIP3YgQeoI/AAAAAAAABHw/O2U13ZkbRn4/s400/Pavao.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span>"Cheguei à firme convicção de que a vaidade é a base de tudo, e de que finalmente o que chamamos de consciência é apenas a vaidade interior "<br /><br /> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Gustave Flaubert</span></em> <br /></span><br /><span></span><br /><span>Nada melhor para ilustrar a vaidade que o símbolo da vaidade no reino animal...O Pavão. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-7677968366955472171?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-63543337575495214482009-05-03T04:00:00.000-07:002009-05-03T04:12:59.865-07:00Dia da Mãe<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sf164MfvSGI/AAAAAAAABHo/pGtfHpX_j10/s1600-h/FlorcomReflexoSPedro.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sf164HUUiuI/AAAAAAAABHg/WhFvPe8LUQI/s1600-h/FlorRosaCovas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331552638332078818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sf164HUUiuI/AAAAAAAABHg/WhFvPe8LUQI/s400/FlorRosaCovas.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lembrar o dia da mãe...Obrigada minha mãe<br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-6354333757549521448?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-36747522293390245042009-05-02T05:05:00.000-07:002009-05-02T05:26:05.112-07:00Jardins Proibidos<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sfw6z6KFiNI/AAAAAAAABHQ/CYLziKi7vqw/s1600-h/TroncoSpedroSul.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331200722359126226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sfw6z6KFiNI/AAAAAAAABHQ/CYLziKi7vqw/s400/TroncoSpedroSul.jpg" border="0" /></a>"Se temos uma biblioteca e um jardim temos tudo"<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Marcus Cícero</span></em> <div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sfw6zw5xn_I/AAAAAAAABHI/MSoxXCu3xQc/s1600-h/PasseioSPedroSul.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331200719874793458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sfw6zw5xn_I/AAAAAAAABHI/MSoxXCu3xQc/s400/PasseioSPedroSul.jpg" border="0" /></a> Fotos do Jardim de S. Pedro do Sul<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-3674752229339024504?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-54325135082716578642009-04-26T08:08:00.000-07:002009-04-26T23:51:33.746-07:00Chaminés Algarvias<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SfR6XGu4u0I/AAAAAAAABGY/hytjbZ_AgOU/s1600-h/ChamineAlgarvia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018796448987970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SfR6XGu4u0I/AAAAAAAABGY/hytjbZ_AgOU/s400/ChamineAlgarvia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Duas chaminés tipicas do Algarve</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SfR6XLIVL8I/AAAAAAAABGQ/_tCIcPY1o_o/s1600-h/Chamine3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018797629452226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SfR6XLIVL8I/AAAAAAAABGQ/_tCIcPY1o_o/s400/Chamine3.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-5432513508271657864?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-28714542727611375002009-04-25T14:03:00.000-07:002009-04-25T14:10:52.589-07:00Algo em que pensar...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SfN8R20mRUI/AAAAAAAABFw/draOpmKIacc/s1600-h/Religiao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328739430325175618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SfN8R20mRUI/AAAAAAAABFw/draOpmKIacc/s400/Religiao.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-2871454272761137500?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-17010832560935673922009-04-21T05:20:00.000-07:002009-04-21T05:34:20.684-07:00Back to the Start with Me<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Se26ke6reXI/AAAAAAAABFo/yrTTpHZvanQ/s1600-h/EspelhodaPonteS.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327119070186404210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Se26ke6reXI/AAAAAAAABFo/yrTTpHZvanQ/s400/EspelhodaPonteS.JPG" border="0" /></a><span><span style="font-size:85%;">"A tarefa mais difícil é aprender a esquecer a quem aprendemos a amar."</span><br /><br />Quando o passado teima em entrar sem pedir licença no nosso presente, é sem dúvida desconcertante...as memórias e os desejos de reviver o fogo que tanto nos consumiu...<br /><br />É difícil explicar...quando se olha no espelho e o nosso reflexo transmite aquele relacionamento que nunca esquecemos totalmente ...e que teima em querer entrar nas nossas vidas novamente...o coração, a cabeça, até o corpo, tudo nos empurra para aquela ligação que apesar de ser passado e de não ter futuro pode ficar para sempre num presente...</span></div><div align="justify"><span><span><br />será que estás disposto...será que queres...será que a velha chama se apagou para sempre em ti ou...<br /><br />perde-te comigo num espiral de sentimentos tão novos e tão nossos conhecidos.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-1701083256093567392?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-41386791990481056032009-04-19T04:16:00.000-07:002009-04-19T04:22:46.643-07:00Furnas<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SesIzz7Ws1I/AAAAAAAABFA/xtUFftt4qS0/s1600-h/FurnasBLOG.jpg"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326360670501253970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SesIzz7Ws1I/AAAAAAAABFA/xtUFftt4qS0/s400/FurnasBLOG.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span><br /></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Esta foto foi tirada nas Furnas, quando estive nos Açores faz agora 1 ano. A viagem que mais gostei de fazer, apaixonei-me pelos Açores e espero lá voltar.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Estava um dia chuvoso, por isso obtei por colocar a foto a preto e branco.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-4138679199048105603?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-52268634918420400832009-04-15T23:55:00.000-07:002009-04-16T00:02:54.435-07:00Festas e Romarias...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SebXHD8_P-I/AAAAAAAABE4/ygSoSqwffiU/s1600-h/Arranjandoflores.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325180125732356066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SebXHD8_P-I/AAAAAAAABE4/ygSoSqwffiU/s400/Arranjandoflores.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SebXGywyXnI/AAAAAAAABEw/gRXNmQWPFsw/s1600-h/Preparandoprocessao2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325180121117777522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SebXGywyXnI/AAAAAAAABEw/gRXNmQWPFsw/s400/Preparandoprocessao2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Com a Primavera chegam as festas e romarias nas aldeias até ao final do verão não há aldeia, ou povoação que não tenha uma festa, altura em que os filhos da terra regressam às origens e por um dia colocam de lado todas as divergências, sociais e culturais e convivem com todos os "irmãos".</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-5226863491842040083?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-29747492346024276722009-03-29T11:17:00.000-07:002009-03-29T11:26:26.327-07:00Recortes<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sc-8BgwnUkI/AAAAAAAABEQ/YeOpmG2pSQ0/s1600-h/contraluzJeronimos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318676419107574338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sc-8BgwnUkI/AAAAAAAABEQ/YeOpmG2pSQ0/s400/contraluzJeronimos.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"A luz é especialmente apreciada após a escuridão"</span><br /><em>Hasdai<br /></em></span><br />Contra Luz do Mosteiro dos Jerónimos</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-2974749234602427672?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-72449865994829395872009-03-15T12:31:00.000-07:002009-03-15T12:49:02.340-07:00Porto Seguro<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sb1ZgLo5qDI/AAAAAAAABDg/K8t11zkHEKo/s1600-h/Rua-Brasil.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313501544782080050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sb1ZgLo5qDI/AAAAAAAABDg/K8t11zkHEKo/s400/Rua-Brasil.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Avª Portugal</strong> no Centro de Porto Seguro, <em>Bahia Brasil</em>, durante a noite adquire o nome de <strong>Passarela do Álcool</strong>, aparecem mil e uma tasquinhas de bebidas e vendedores ambulantes.<br /><br />Só vos posso dizer que as bebidas são uma maravilha :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-7244986599482939587?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-73032362039450329752009-03-10T13:57:00.000-07:002009-03-10T14:03:04.573-07:00Pós Neve<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SbbUuF6NWcI/AAAAAAAABCo/aCvRgwN68gI/s1600-h/ap%C3%B3sNeve.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311666698855471554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SbbUuF6NWcI/AAAAAAAABCo/aCvRgwN68gI/s400/ap%C3%B3sNeve.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />"A esperança, enganadora como é, serve contudo para nos levar ao fim da vida pelos caminhos mais agradáveis "</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> François La Rochefoucauld</span></em> </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Manhã seguinte a um nevão que durou 3 dias</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-7303236203945032975?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-70029517712182863002009-03-04T00:12:00.000-08:002009-03-04T00:21:34.965-08:00Altas e Firmes<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sa44E7iUP6I/AAAAAAAABCY/ElUyGfCaC7g/s1600-h/Banco+de+Jardim1-AR.jpg"></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sa44Eki82yI/AAAAAAAABCQ/X6j6ZYK361I/s1600-h/BandeirasCCB2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309242661897296674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sa44Eki82yI/AAAAAAAABCQ/X6j6ZYK361I/s400/BandeirasCCB2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span><span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">"O conhecimento é como um jardim: se não for cultivado, não pode ser colhido."<br /><br />Bandeiras expostas na frente do Centro Cultural de Belém - Lisboa.<br /><br />Gostei do desfile de cores a destacar-se num dia que <strong>não era de Sol.</strong></span></span><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-7002951771218286300?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-55118524306297558062009-03-01T12:44:00.000-08:002009-03-01T12:50:04.112-08:00Fragilidades<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sarz46ycn-I/AAAAAAAABCA/ihslNnqZWHo/s1600-h/Sarinhos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308323269988622306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sarz46ycn-I/AAAAAAAABCA/ihslNnqZWHo/s400/Sarinhos.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hoje 01/03/09 Na Costa da Caparica.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-5511852430629755806?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881333977911543414.post-28838627294981918792009-02-26T00:31:00.000-08:002009-03-01T12:50:35.405-08:00Povoação de Alcacer do Sal<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SaZTmgjauiI/AAAAAAAABB4/4SqMGBg39Ek/s1600-h/Alcacer-Cores.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307021131941329442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SaZTmgjauiI/AAAAAAAABB4/4SqMGBg39Ek/s400/Alcacer-Cores.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SaZTmdQVpzI/AAAAAAAABBw/_826yjFRWLE/s1600-h/AlcacerCegonhas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307021131055998770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SaZTmdQVpzI/AAAAAAAABBw/_826yjFRWLE/s400/AlcacerCegonhas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SaZTl2wS3XI/AAAAAAAABBo/opuxLbvvCv0/s1600-h/Alcacer-2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881333977911543414-2883862729498191879?l=olharesdamarisa.blogspot.com'/></div>Marisa Caetanomarisacae@gmail.com5