tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466757715006593232024-02-20T22:18:14.728-08:00Baú da AlvadaAlvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-39897801633511511782009-08-15T12:19:00.000-07:002009-09-14T09:09:54.807-07:00Agosto 2009<blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">Nas asas de um anjo</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Nas asas de um anjo acordei e chorei.<br /><br />Chorei de amor, de tristeza e saudade.<br /><br />Saudades de ti, saudades de casa.<br /><br /><br /><br />Não me lembrava quem era, onde estava, nem sequer como ali fora parar.<br /><br />Não sabia qual a minha morada, de onde vinha, para onde ia.<br /><br />Simplesmente deixei-me levar...<br /></blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AYOIGwZqJ_18ZGNqcHo1ZGNfMTN6emg5cmhndA&hl=pt_PT">Leia o texto completo aqui.</a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />Texto da <span style="font-weight: bold;">Andriel </span>inspirado na imagem da <span style="font-weight: bold;">Quita</span><br /><a href="http://alvadabau.blogspot.com/2009/05/marco-2009.html"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">de Março de 2009</span></a><br /><br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-11361264083853091942009-08-06T12:18:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:19:30.685-07:00Agosto 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhId7u3rTXCA1OhID4BShTDQU5Ox9WDJDmRdtsgkOmuxc0JnR9X2g0IqS8-jb-FJDastYpqxLDlDKA1358uApv8SPxXundRg7dyxskWXWa_oej5AQP1vUASwUqGL4xvcl8MG32B_hOaS04/s1600-h/imag019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhId7u3rTXCA1OhID4BShTDQU5Ox9WDJDmRdtsgkOmuxc0JnR9X2g0IqS8-jb-FJDastYpqxLDlDKA1358uApv8SPxXundRg7dyxskWXWa_oej5AQP1vUASwUqGL4xvcl8MG32B_hOaS04/s400/imag019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378436128885714338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Marco<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-30624369138783480932009-08-06T12:16:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:18:36.046-07:00Agosto 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBRs7uscfw54b3DmV0gEoJuXQ3eV9TQoFq_cwYlb0F4EJuADHEDOr0F0Fbm1dEVX6s_bC-y_4mQQs_KA8EGprXCitRnGOgiv4nNWXMZh2-tIV6qlYaqvxm0yM9RMCcg-w6-XOqG7bNxE/s1600-h/imag017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBRs7uscfw54b3DmV0gEoJuXQ3eV9TQoFq_cwYlb0F4EJuADHEDOr0F0Fbm1dEVX6s_bC-y_4mQQs_KA8EGprXCitRnGOgiv4nNWXMZh2-tIV6qlYaqvxm0yM9RMCcg-w6-XOqG7bNxE/s400/imag017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378435670791862162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Marco<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-86386910300491087202009-07-06T12:10:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:15:46.682-07:00Julho 2009<blockquote>O frasquinho laranja – a viagem das emoções</blockquote><br />O frasquinho laranja onde se alojam as emoções está bem rolhado. Lá dentro emoções de toda a espécie agitam-se, revoltosas, intemporais. O frasquinho laranja é líquido, fluído. Não é tanto o frasquinho que é laranja, mas as emoções indomáveis que nele habitam. O frasquinho na verdade é transparente… Porém, esse frasquinho usualmente bem rolhado e excepcionalmente selado, foi aberto; destapado. Dele jorraram todas as emoções sedentas de vida, espalhando-se pelos outros frasquinhos das redondezas, tentando encaixar, tentando agitar a substância intemporal dos outros frasquinhos; tentando imiscuir-se nas outras cores que neles habitavam.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AYOIGwZqJ_18ZGNqcHo1ZGNfMTJkMnJkbnFkcQ&hl=pt_PT">Leia o texto completo aqui.</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Paula<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-64024182535889318202009-07-06T12:05:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:16:10.267-07:00Julho 2009<blockquote>Carta à Mãe</blockquote><br />Se Jesus ensina que a luz é a origem de toda a humanidade e que cada pessoa é um filho da luz, uma centelha divina, como é que usas o divino que há em ti? Preocupando-te? Pensando que o futuro te traz demasiados dissabores? Que a vida é difícil…? Pois eu digo-te, mãe, a vida não foi feita para ser difícil, nem as suas ocorrências foram feitas para que as encares como problemas… ao fazeres isso, voltas as costas à divindade que há em ti – agora o percebo! Voltas as costas àquela centelha do divino que te anima. E porquê, perguntas-te tu, como eu já me perguntei a mim própria tantas vezes…<br /><br /><a href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AYOIGwZqJ_18ZGNqcHo1ZGNfMTFjc3AzMmdkZg&hl=pt_PT">Leia o texto completo aqui.</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Paula<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-65438213453452473932009-07-04T12:14:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:14:59.181-07:00Julho 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsn54GlHVExwIFb_ZUZuRHCzJweb5OynSlSS_sWBt2ZffLGUpCiFmfGL2hKDaR1k6YyLD0SXPw9L1qTzecyC4cN_KgmYA443Gxor6E6t9I_z7G9IcJhk4_V3Fqe36TxJutmhOHIw_lcbs/s1600-h/imag016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsn54GlHVExwIFb_ZUZuRHCzJweb5OynSlSS_sWBt2ZffLGUpCiFmfGL2hKDaR1k6YyLD0SXPw9L1qTzecyC4cN_KgmYA443Gxor6E6t9I_z7G9IcJhk4_V3Fqe36TxJutmhOHIw_lcbs/s400/imag016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378434912608532626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Marco<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-8750581561827324012009-07-04T12:12:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:13:51.411-07:00Julho 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HV42IV-bNdLIqyBHgEiihkUiXMF_-qIYhx__IASziSbxmhB_kcCrZV1LhdEmTUqboLu7MgYJlf1YRaoBzIqPprpeUo1_s_pjP3cSgHnKgDRt-04m2J7HG8dWL2Ehfv83JHRCw6lQHug/s1600-h/imag014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HV42IV-bNdLIqyBHgEiihkUiXMF_-qIYhx__IASziSbxmhB_kcCrZV1LhdEmTUqboLu7MgYJlf1YRaoBzIqPprpeUo1_s_pjP3cSgHnKgDRt-04m2J7HG8dWL2Ehfv83JHRCw6lQHug/s400/imag014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378434610167953650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Marco<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-16186537495900789812009-06-06T11:52:00.000-07:002009-09-06T11:54:03.552-07:00Junho 2009<blockquote>Agora não sei dizer<br />O que estava em mim naquele dia<br />O que me fez oferecer<br />Aquela ousadia<br /><br />Um toque suave e rápido<br />Dos meus lábios nos teus<br />Seguido de um gesto envergonhado<br />Um olhar e um adeus<br /></blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Liz<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-20422542139170669432009-06-06T11:47:00.000-07:002009-09-06T11:51:32.115-07:00Junho 2009<blockquote>Vejo um mundo<br />Onde acabei de chegar<br />Vejo como está tudo e<br />Vejo-me a aceitar<br /><br />Sei que novos mundos vão acontecer<br />Novos mundos que vou construir<br />Para isso basta-me escolher<br />E depois deixar ir...<br /></blockquote><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Liz</div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-10912936511815898312009-06-05T12:01:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:03:22.631-07:00Junho 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqOdMM0YvcZhf453WiVcO7tih1z-gk41hjjgVPBe4-yCsHrM1S3QVco9BaraVTHmYG92twyLq7t_TrUaHRbIKrt4xU5FeAnLNl9bK_lrRBZGKGcQ4v3Jzmjf7TwZBN5gH6wfsH0z8R7Q/s1600-h/imag00.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqOdMM0YvcZhf453WiVcO7tih1z-gk41hjjgVPBe4-yCsHrM1S3QVco9BaraVTHmYG92twyLq7t_TrUaHRbIKrt4xU5FeAnLNl9bK_lrRBZGKGcQ4v3Jzmjf7TwZBN5gH6wfsH0z8R7Q/s400/imag00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378431821214752306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Marco<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-77005512298548784192009-06-04T12:03:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:04:45.622-07:00Junho 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFg1tROu7HEaLZy6nsjt8vicPorWzz1PvDnVqiTAFVc8BGhw9dB95ECOvPQAUQItp5GeTHoy4lel47UqHcN6p2zk77CzwkF07_9kvIAku_tWrJKnHlYTeUjSfS80RAmse1VH5y-z_7YAU/s1600-h/imag08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFg1tROu7HEaLZy6nsjt8vicPorWzz1PvDnVqiTAFVc8BGhw9dB95ECOvPQAUQItp5GeTHoy4lel47UqHcN6p2zk77CzwkF07_9kvIAku_tWrJKnHlYTeUjSfS80RAmse1VH5y-z_7YAU/s400/imag08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378432202078292930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Marco<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-76377542314601030412009-05-29T11:57:00.000-07:002009-09-14T09:07:43.309-07:00Maio 2009<blockquote>À tua espera<br /><br />Oh meu amor…<br />Sabes sempre onde me encontrar!<br />Para isso basta que feches os olhos,<br />E sintas o bater do teu coração.<br /><br />Mas onde estou eu?<br />Escuta… Estás a ouvir?<br />Consegues ouvir o mar?<br />Sou eu! Estou lá à tua espera…</blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Texto da <span style="font-weight: bold;">Natália </span>inspirado na imagem do <span style="font-weight: bold;">Liz </span><br /><a href="http://imagensparatextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/maio-2009.html">de Maio 2009</a><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-16838273654623567732009-05-22T14:44:00.001-07:002009-05-22T14:50:53.872-07:00Maio 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDWx65WAQxdNEL3JlLRVBt9pTp8MKsjncTniHF6_XIOk2TJbMr053YWq9eRLwRi06BVyz09XPbhQQ3tXxcrLMJtNTXHt32VdaCFhO1a3PoiaX5XSb5BS5RQG_HEqFRWeB3VhwrlhQdgRg/s1600-h/guiomar03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDWx65WAQxdNEL3JlLRVBt9pTp8MKsjncTniHF6_XIOk2TJbMr053YWq9eRLwRi06BVyz09XPbhQQ3tXxcrLMJtNTXHt32VdaCFhO1a3PoiaX5XSb5BS5RQG_HEqFRWeB3VhwrlhQdgRg/s400/guiomar03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338767456889962674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Guiomar<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-13242481864551218632009-05-22T14:43:00.001-07:002009-05-22T14:50:34.571-07:00Maio 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-wDF8y4URjONs0V5mjuhW-Wcrw3V8aswitCry54_s7EleQtX6ZYjL3yyMimxWeedh2_5p2hjC_tX-SW1Ye-uA1AmStzNAL74PfA8GW7oNloT8yrrHf3Y1Wo0uwDz2E-7D_GAsSjnqQk/s1600-h/guiomar02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-wDF8y4URjONs0V5mjuhW-Wcrw3V8aswitCry54_s7EleQtX6ZYjL3yyMimxWeedh2_5p2hjC_tX-SW1Ye-uA1AmStzNAL74PfA8GW7oNloT8yrrHf3Y1Wo0uwDz2E-7D_GAsSjnqQk/s400/guiomar02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338767239084612322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Guiomar<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-89087032331749195902009-05-22T14:41:00.000-07:002009-05-22T14:51:20.927-07:00Maio 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFPT9uGiBPoT2kFDuo05vQ2gWMDuIQG3s-FBA5WkdDlI3yd0ASJ-PYAImUzyAwMew_0D58BtPATUWfPifdf3YIT6VKXzVOwxEOZIZPMRUXNKd7pkbwXpn3wlj6ul0gCeZ1VehqOmRVpA/s1600-h/guiomar01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFPT9uGiBPoT2kFDuo05vQ2gWMDuIQG3s-FBA5WkdDlI3yd0ASJ-PYAImUzyAwMew_0D58BtPATUWfPifdf3YIT6VKXzVOwxEOZIZPMRUXNKd7pkbwXpn3wlj6ul0gCeZ1VehqOmRVpA/s400/guiomar01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338766918340432418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Guiomar<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-62417692208572104602009-05-05T08:41:00.000-07:002009-09-14T08:58:34.014-07:00Maio 2009<p align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><b>O SEGREDO DA DISTRAÍDA</b></span><br /></div><br />Não há muito, muito tempo – ontem, portanto –, o céu escorreu gotinhas de segredos para a terra. Desceram a pique com tantas intenções quantas as pingas que as transportavam. Uma aterrou na testa de um rapazote reguila<br />– Gosto de esborrachar caracóis à chuva!<br />para lhe ensinar que a vida tem vida e que o som crocante que o fazia rir quando punha o pé em cima dos caracóis tirava o tiquetaque, pois então, à vida. Outra gota escolheu a boca escancarada de uma menina que todos os dias maldizia o pássaro, a casa, o passeio, o olho, o escaravelho, a escola, o dente, o verde, o livro, o tu, o ele, o nós, o vós, o eles.<br />– Gosto de não gostar de nada!<br />O que ouviu a menina sabemos nós: «No lugar do coração é ele que deve estar, não a língua comprida que o costuma cegar»[...]<br /><br /><a href="http://docs.google.com/View?id=dcjpz5dc_10dfcrb2fw">Leia o texto completo aqui.</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Texto da <span style="font-weight: bold;">Patricia </span>para a imagem da <span style="font-weight: bold;">Andriel<br /></span><a href="http://alvadabau.blogspot.com/2009/03/inicio-da-alvada-criativa-quando-os.html">"Quando os Guias nos falam"</a></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-25315058607655821632009-04-22T16:12:00.000-07:002009-05-23T06:36:22.341-07:00Abril 2009Essssssscutar...<br />As palavras leva-as o vento. Vão e voltam num sopro desesperante em busca de um destino. Em vão... caminham e prolongam-se, prolongam-se…<br />Sssssssssssss escuta as palavras que lá vão e o mar dispersou. Será que ouviste o som do mar?... Ou estavas demasiado ocupado em ouvir-te?<br />Ah! É normal. É o hábito. Passas pelo mundo e pela vida e nem dás conta dela.<br />É como um conta gotas...ping....ping. E cai mais uma gota e mais aquela e mais a outra que se perde. È assim o curso da vida... umas gotas que seguem umas às outras, umas mais rápidas... outras mais lentas. Uma vez caídas não têm retorno, [...]<br /><a href="http://docs.google.com/View?id=dcjpz5dc_8vjg97ddd">Leia o texto completo aqui.<br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cláudia<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-80334247222709347482009-04-22T15:28:00.000-07:002009-09-14T09:03:55.918-07:00Abril 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfVai4TszUgEpvBxVyecEo6t1RvHNQ_hmbOOBzolkjrJk_fTTxRPyQ1nPP7bBRmtXXVZVjE71_86XMz6nD3HSjDSj8ViqSmaat-1vskeuxLZOIMmWdfLQ8ePVdivH7WZNFo4nSIfJbAo/s1600-h/image-7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfVai4TszUgEpvBxVyecEo6t1RvHNQ_hmbOOBzolkjrJk_fTTxRPyQ1nPP7bBRmtXXVZVjE71_86XMz6nD3HSjDSj8ViqSmaat-1vskeuxLZOIMmWdfLQ8ePVdivH7WZNFo4nSIfJbAo/s400/image-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338778849846929362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Imagem do <span style="font-weight: bold;">Liz </span>inspirada no texto da <span style="font-weight: bold;">Quita</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"<a href="http://alvadabau.blogspot.com/2009/03/historia-do-mar-e-iana-la-longe-muito.html">História do Mar e Iana</a>"</div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-40394748725892992962009-04-22T15:20:00.000-07:002009-09-14T09:02:21.010-07:00Abril 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2HAmqsoqXcBAEf1c2pbvqM4165oKatbPXDTnCJ4OcdXbKh7no6_dpDBY1HM3C74ys_eMyjmEMhZyC8dLqo9sgct5W4etvcQmxRHhDcmiclkENoc1Vn3QV29_mcaySzIZVC1PrCyj9pemY/s1600-h/Mariana.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2HAmqsoqXcBAEf1c2pbvqM4165oKatbPXDTnCJ4OcdXbKh7no6_dpDBY1HM3C74ys_eMyjmEMhZyC8dLqo9sgct5W4etvcQmxRHhDcmiclkENoc1Vn3QV29_mcaySzIZVC1PrCyj9pemY/s400/Mariana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338762586233114450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Imagem do <span style="font-weight: bold;">Liz </span>inspirada no texto da <span style="font-weight: bold;">Quita</span><br />"<a href="http://alvadabau.blogspot.com/2009/03/historia-do-mar-e-iana-la-longe-muito.html">História do Mar e Iana</a>"</div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-25199641932571129342009-04-22T15:19:00.000-07:002009-09-14T09:01:32.479-07:00Abril 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUkfNcdMO82mJQzMxsvcjKxGL90nguvK57paY1fPLXHKAAvjoVv_K3oDf4aVnIUWcYcO1vTG7WKznZSyTlnGKxGIID58dyBBaLjEommr43A6iCafka-hqmIWgvIqEEy3VLrUm9hkPnOU/s1600-h/mariana+000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUkfNcdMO82mJQzMxsvcjKxGL90nguvK57paY1fPLXHKAAvjoVv_K3oDf4aVnIUWcYcO1vTG7WKznZSyTlnGKxGIID58dyBBaLjEommr43A6iCafka-hqmIWgvIqEEy3VLrUm9hkPnOU/s400/mariana+000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338776914716044418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Imagem da <span style="font-weight: bold;">Marisa </span>inspirada no texto da <span style="font-weight: bold;">Quita</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> "<a href="http://alvadabau.blogspot.com/2009/03/historia-do-mar-e-iana-la-longe-muito.html">História do Mar e Iana</a>"</div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-47219334202627413452009-04-22T15:15:00.000-07:002009-09-14T09:00:56.405-07:00Abril 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2C5HiB5Fr9vUFQjrBQvD_0bl75W9N4ndk2LvP87Im1iOxQHUbXvi9pH0uL3ktNdMSZg6yvrtmA46R3e5MXIeiGnjNqg8GZy4xS52Mk2p1S_WuCnGlTfibBo3gxHG7QQsBfR_bcLgmYQ/s1600-h/mariana+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2C5HiB5Fr9vUFQjrBQvD_0bl75W9N4ndk2LvP87Im1iOxQHUbXvi9pH0uL3ktNdMSZg6yvrtmA46R3e5MXIeiGnjNqg8GZy4xS52Mk2p1S_WuCnGlTfibBo3gxHG7QQsBfR_bcLgmYQ/s400/mariana+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338775899360775122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Imagem da <span style="font-weight: bold;">Marisa </span>inspirada no texto da <span style="font-weight: bold;">Quita</span><br />"<a href="http://alvadabau.blogspot.com/2009/03/historia-do-mar-e-iana-la-longe-muito.html">História do Mar e Iana</a>"<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-60441483092470021832009-04-22T15:12:00.000-07:002009-05-22T15:22:55.609-07:00Abril 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0vJs2FBgJd_WEPcTU1PgsJnz6pwfHzEqsxtTtNnjQzsadRyh2mN6mQMEheebQYp3_KZYkvf-BH3akXdpZdOK4W95Z3yY7nBrMmcXr18DJbQgox8xFmc8Vt3EYXvuSMIzEjnCblpZjocg/s1600-h/natbig_10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0vJs2FBgJd_WEPcTU1PgsJnz6pwfHzEqsxtTtNnjQzsadRyh2mN6mQMEheebQYp3_KZYkvf-BH3akXdpZdOK4W95Z3yY7nBrMmcXr18DJbQgox8xFmc8Vt3EYXvuSMIzEjnCblpZjocg/s400/natbig_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338774717171051634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Filipe<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-24907157651068982812009-04-22T15:11:00.000-07:002009-05-22T15:23:58.965-07:00Abril 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIkVleswnPcadCy-QqJ0HiCleiTJu6usJirmhxchgDo41TWfMFXXSezVSaIAnOwlZZVQ2EanzBSafNBtm0A_lRtMmtBVotr6diOq1JtrUchXMYT9j9NpFXruqYcoR_vV5sqLiSMYm9XUo/s1600-h/natbig_7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIkVleswnPcadCy-QqJ0HiCleiTJu6usJirmhxchgDo41TWfMFXXSezVSaIAnOwlZZVQ2EanzBSafNBtm0A_lRtMmtBVotr6diOq1JtrUchXMYT9j9NpFXruqYcoR_vV5sqLiSMYm9XUo/s400/natbig_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338774462582659778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Filipe<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-49793810815833108392009-03-22T15:08:00.000-07:002009-05-23T06:34:19.804-07:00Março 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJV7cOFcBocXIGv1thSKFqprjHlgLaU8nYMRnf2vVWKhJF3vrBiVwx4O9jCHljihgCbUdV4mcx1TZ1ZzqtTlwipXAraSY2h5F-yMSmLtvbm-eLCsxpzgwtTpHRqLPNzRdY-aqYEjYEaFY/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJV7cOFcBocXIGv1thSKFqprjHlgLaU8nYMRnf2vVWKhJF3vrBiVwx4O9jCHljihgCbUdV4mcx1TZ1ZzqtTlwipXAraSY2h5F-yMSmLtvbm-eLCsxpzgwtTpHRqLPNzRdY-aqYEjYEaFY/s400/caminho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338773740925998418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre: "Caminho de Santiago"<br />Quita<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346675771500659323.post-91412901811900598762009-03-22T15:06:00.000-07:002009-09-27T16:03:09.642-07:00Março 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaoy8XnucxtPHAKuwFOTKqTAloKZEpMFyLr1oLiOok4OlPnn3B6CGh0tG9MV_Mwjn-f1nwA893R0sa2wkHhAIeeslSZe1r5ejGl6LrnIrXp1AJ3SkG_HZKf_wytDCcPFqLvxYvMYq0oPA/s1600-h/luz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaoy8XnucxtPHAKuwFOTKqTAloKZEpMFyLr1oLiOok4OlPnn3B6CGh0tG9MV_Mwjn-f1nwA893R0sa2wkHhAIeeslSZe1r5ejGl6LrnIrXp1AJ3SkG_HZKf_wytDCcPFqLvxYvMYq0oPA/s400/luz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338773402098404706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tema Livre<br />Mateus Neves<br /></div>Alvada Criativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09525264126109688405noreply@blogger.com0