tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63034641215197899642011-12-29T22:32:03.157ZPor aqui Sons e Letras. Letras que também são palavras. Palavras que se podem Sonar, ou quem sabe, enSonar. Deixe-se ficar...Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-69091335938361977742011-12-29T22:32:00.000Z2011-12-29T22:32:03.165Z<a href="http://rotasilha.blogspot.com/2007/06/conversas-no-sofa-com-mediae-vox.html">Rotas Ilha Verde - Restaurante Vegetariano: Conversas no sofa - com Mediae Vox Ensemble, grupo participante no Festival Musicatlantico</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-6909133593836197774?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-79761761949713358112009-05-22T23:55:00.001+01:002009-05-22T23:59:28.045+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/ShcuN_pyVAI/AAAAAAAAACw/vj6_UyBbtr0/s1600-h/Fotos+recentes+136.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/ShcuN_pyVAI/AAAAAAAAACw/vj6_UyBbtr0/s320/Fotos+recentes+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338786701230887938" border="0" /></a><br /><b><br /><br /><br />os meus olhos</b><br /><br />sinto<br />o<br />medo<br />dentro<br />do<br />meu<br />escuro<br /><br />duas<br />mãos<br />dois<br />olhos<br />os<br />meus<br />olhos<br /><br />sinto<br />o<br />sonar<br />da<br />luz<br />dentro<br />do<br />meu<br />olhar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-7976176194971335811?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-77201536491210466482009-03-13T22:59:00.005Z2009-03-14T18:56:08.171Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/SbrngH9fZeI/AAAAAAAAACg/H8wwatI7Xwg/s1600-h/P1070283.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/SbrngH9fZeI/AAAAAAAAACg/H8wwatI7Xwg/s320/P1070283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312813249515709922" border="0" /></a><br />sonam<br />minutos<br />horas<br />dias<br />anos<br /><br />encontro-me<br /><br />no<br />enSono<br />da<br />magia<br />da<br />vida<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: Margarida Lagarto</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-7720153649121046648?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-27350041421683611792009-03-10T07:01:00.013Z2009-03-13T20:52:02.281Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/SbrERk_nFmI/AAAAAAAAACI/YBX0Z6vlzr8/s1600-h/P1070238.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/SbrERk_nFmI/AAAAAAAAACI/YBX0Z6vlzr8/s320/P1070238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312774516704220770" border="0" /></a>acordei<br />com<br />o sonar<br />do<br />teu<br />no<br />meu<br />nome<br /><br />ternas<br /><br />sílabas<br />que<br />sonam<br />e<br />enSonam<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Foto: Margarida Lagarto<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-2735004142168361179?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-39662755733326503462009-03-10T00:13:00.006Z2009-03-13T20:53:22.531Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/SbWyQZuahOI/AAAAAAAAABo/Zuz58ofNIXU/s1600-h/ingres+ft+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/SbWyQZuahOI/AAAAAAAAABo/Zuz58ofNIXU/s320/ingres+ft+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311347330406581474" border="0" /></a>como uma<br />deusa<br />nua<br />no teu<br />pedestal<br />sonaram<br />diante do<br />meu olhar<br />os traços<br />do teu pincel<br /><br /><br />guardo para<br />sempre na<br />memória<br />o seu sonar<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Desenho: João Cutileiro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-3966275573332650346?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-78319592219604303912009-03-05T13:07:00.006Z2009-03-05T15:14:41.875Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/Sa_PjOReuYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zV48-49T1dE/s1600-h/DesenhoML.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/Sa_PjOReuYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zV48-49T1dE/s320/DesenhoML.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309690689726888322" border="0" /></a>traços<br />sublimes<br />que<br />trazem<br />sentimentos<br /><br />sensações<br /><br />traços<br />que<br />sonam<br />e<br />enSonam<br />e<br />nos ligam<br />à vida<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Desenho: Margarida Lagarto<br />Foto: João Esteves Cutileiro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-7831959221960430391?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-44635862704127352832009-03-03T14:50:00.007Z2009-03-13T23:15:34.628Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/SbrorT7Fy9I/AAAAAAAAACo/t1b02MjeCMI/s1600-h/P1070239%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/SbrorT7Fy9I/AAAAAAAAACo/t1b02MjeCMI/s320/P1070239%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312814541217057746" border="0" /></a><br />sílabas<br />que<br />cantam<br />e<br />encantam<br /><br />sonam<br />e<br />enSonam<br /><br />o teu<br />no meu<br />nome<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto:Margarida Lagarto</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-4463586270412735283?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-79890824347162388642009-03-01T17:34:00.007Z2009-03-01T18:39:25.579Z<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft 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mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:9.0pt; font-family:Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#666666;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]-->ontem <br />no aconchego das águas <br />sonava para ti <br />letras enSonadas de <br />tempos longínquos <br />sonhava com o teu rosto <br />no meu peito sonavam <br />ternura e amor <br /> <br />há um ano <br />rebentaram as águas <br />aconcheguei-te no meu colo <br />sonei para ti <br />sorriste <br />o sonho estava <br />diante dos meus olhos <br /> <br />hoje <br />seguras a minha mão <br />caminhas <br />olhas nos meus olhos <br />sorris <br />sonas para mim <br /> <br />o sonho continua...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-7989082434716238864?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-67296394401641402742009-02-26T11:17:00.014Z2009-02-26T11:48:05.064Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/SaZ8hFAjSaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gmyvOLN4u6Q/s1600-h/Aguarela+e+Carv%C3%A3o+-+Margarida+Lagarto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9cswmVjnjPY/SaZ8hFAjSaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gmyvOLN4u6Q/s320/Aguarela+e+Carv%C3%A3o+-+Margarida+Lagarto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307066118624725410" border="0" /></a>reflexos<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>que<br />levam<br />a<br />reflectir<br />ou<br />tão<br />pouco<br />e<br />tanto<br /><div style="text-align: center;">sentir<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Margarida Lagarto - Aguarela e Carvão</span><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-6729639440164140274?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-34758417764170241372009-02-23T22:25:00.005Z2009-03-13T01:57:01.470Zsinto<br />o teu<br />desejo no<br />meio do meu<br />enSonho<br />despertas<br />o meu<br />julgava-o<br />adormecido<br />enSonado<br />exausto da<br />noite de<br />letras enSonadas<br />não...<br />o teu desejo<br />sona e<br />snSona<br />o meu<br />sinto o<br />desejo do<br />teu corpo<br />ou será do<br />meu?<br />não sei<br />não importa<br /><br />enSonhámos<br />a madrugada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-3475841776417024137?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-91496297781964516052009-02-22T21:55:00.006Z2009-03-13T02:01:11.626Z<div style="text-align: left;">acordei<br />com o<br /></div>sonar<br /><div style="text-align: left;">do<br /></div>meu<br />corpo<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">escutei-o<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">sonava<br />pelo<br /></div>teu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-9149629778196451605?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-58523672946385235882009-02-22T19:39:00.008Z2009-03-13T02:06:35.536Zdesço a<br /><br />velha escada.<br /><br />trago na mão<br /><br />o <span style="font-style: italic;">teu rosto.<br /><br /></span><span>enSonho...</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span><br /></span><span>os meus </span><span>olhos<br /><br />esperam as<br /><br />tuas sílabas.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br />porquê?<br /><br /></span><span>perguntas-me.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />sou um filho do sol e do mar<br /></span><span><br />respondo.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />eu também<br /><br /></span><span>dizes</span><span style="font-style: italic;">.<br /><br />que bom<br /><br /></span><span>penso<br /><br />sorrio</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span>enSonho...</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span><br />sinto o<br /><br />sonar do<br /><br />meu<br /><br />no<br /><br />teu<br /><br />peito.<br /><br /><br />olhares<br /><br />curiosidade<br /><br />silêncio<br /><br />cumplicidade<br /><br />enSonhamos o<br /><br />caminho<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">para um oásis de sossego<br /></span><br />caminhamos<br /><br />lentamente.<br /><br /><br />escuto<br /><br />o Sonar<br /><br />de uma<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">maresia de silêncio.</span><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-5852367294638523588?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-47849086269492112882009-02-20T12:03:00.002Z2009-03-13T02:08:50.748Z<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">dizem que<br />estou às<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">sassevA<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">que engano<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">sempre estive<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">aterceS<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-4784908626949211288?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464121519789964.post-30450866764759659602009-02-19T21:12:00.007Z2009-03-13T02:11:53.090Zo tempo quis<br />o tempo manda<br />o tempo sabe<br /><br />estas letras<br />desensonaram<br /><br />vão Sonar<br />enSonar<br />desenSonar<br />enSonhar<br /><br />e...<br /><br />quem sabe<br />ensonar!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464121519789964-3045086676475965960?l=letrasparaensonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Filipa Taipinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01183564370389827546noreply@blogger.com0