Our bodies are given life from the midst of nothingness. Existing where there is nothing is the meaning of the phrase, "form is emptiness." That all things are provided for by nothingness is the meaning of the phrase, "Emptiness is form." One should not think that these are two separate things.
Qui Mariam absolvisti
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Até ao Guincho...:)

God knows how I adore life. When the wind turns on the shores lies another day. I cannot ask for more. When the time bell blows my heart. And I have scored a better day. Well nobody made this war of mine.
Oh mysteries of love. Where war is no more. I'll be there anytime. When the time bell blows my heart. And I have scored a better day.
Well nobody made this war of mine.
And the moments that I enjoy.
A place of love and mystery.
I'll be there anytime.
Mysteries of love.
Where war is no more.
I'll be there anytime.



Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man - Mysteries


















Sem vento. :)



























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...Mas depois, havia a [...] "grão de areia"...
Grão de areia?
Grão de areia, porque é subtil, fino, mas ao mesmo tempo essencial e indestrutível... o grão de areia na engrenagem...
Ha, sim assim já gosto mais...Tens cá uma lábia....t
Lábia, eu? Não.
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Sim? nunca tinhas encontrado ninguém que...[...] Temos que celebrar isto....








Estou a encher o teu carro de areia...






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4 Comments:

Blogger NARNIA said...

Guincho, um dos meus lugares de eleição :)

*****

Thursday, May 31, 2007 10:27:00 pm  
Blogger Lya said...

Aqui pelos meus lados... ainda não fui á praia este ano!

;)

Friday, June 01, 2007 2:35:00 am  
Blogger sonho said...

estas minhas vias sacras por esse mundo fora deixam-me sem neurónios para comentários de fôlego. mas regressada à minha alegre casinha, apesar de quase só ter tempo para mudar a dimensão e o recheio da mala, não consigo deixar de sentir uma certa nostalgia do tempo em que tinha tempo para estar com neura e dos meus passeios sózinha até ao guincho, para curtir a dita neura, nem que fosse às tantas da manhã. aquela brisa agreste sempre teve em mim um efeito de reencontro... sim senhor, guincho, um dos meus lugares de eleição... curiosamente quase sempre a sós.
um beijo.

Friday, June 01, 2007 3:25:00 am  
Blogger 0.02 said...

***.
:)

Saturday, June 02, 2007 11:23:00 pm  

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