tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81680805622809349512011-08-23T17:31:57.707+01:00«Eis onde vivo por momentos. Onde sou uma respiração do silêncio. (...)Estar ou ser no encontro tornou-se a exactidão pura de uma densidade tranquila e suficiente,internamente imensa.» in Clareiras, Antonio Ramos RosaMargarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.comBlogger1141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-50698801912110497592011-03-04T12:33:00.000Z2011-03-04T12:33:24.664Z<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X2mYNQUNOMA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-5069880191211049759?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-3533143419995142132010-11-09T12:26:00.000Z2010-11-09T12:26:27.058Z<object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/zDZFcDGpL4U/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDZFcDGpL4U?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_PT"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDZFcDGpL4U?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_PT" width="480" height="295" 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/8168080562280934951-353314341999514213?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-1752272209863261042010-09-04T13:58:00.003+01:002010-09-04T14:08:13.469+01:00<a href="http://www.publico.pt/Cultura/damien-hirst-novamente-acusado-de-plagio_1454249">Damien Hirst novamente acusado de plágio - Cultura - PUBLICO.PT</a><br /><br />Não havia necessidade destas coisas, pois não?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-175227220986326104?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-42933725813716339382010-07-10T09:43:00.002+01:002010-07-10T11:12:38.630+01:00<object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/apzee5uBeOE/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/apzee5uBeOE&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/apzee5uBeOE&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" 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/8168080562280934951-4293372581371633938?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-51735832424420698822010-07-10T09:11:00.001+01:002010-07-10T09:13:23.907+01:00<object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/dFVakEjTfIw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFVakEjTfIw&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFVakEjTfIw&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1" 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/8168080562280934951-5173583242442069882?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-15055707076105944212010-07-06T20:45:00.001+01:002010-07-06T20:50:01.452+01:00este filme fabuloso de Abbas Kiarostami, que eu entendi como um hino ao amor, à poesia e à arte...<br /><br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/rZ3iwCo7_qc/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZ3iwCo7_qc&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZ3iwCo7_qc&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1" 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/8168080562280934951-1505570707610594421?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-57834444569237721902010-07-01T15:22:00.001+01:002010-07-01T15:24:22.343+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6TmogXhOZ8&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6TmogXhOZ8&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1" 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/8168080562280934951-5783444456923772190?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-50104284458577434942010-06-12T15:24:00.006+01:002010-06-12T15:40:33.585+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/TBOb49LcWBI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nI49KTTIfMg/s1600/FLYER.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/TBOb49LcWBI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nI49KTTIfMg/s400/FLYER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481896574237562898" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-5010428445857743494?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-24087336847339008662010-05-30T10:47:00.001+01:002010-05-30T10:49:15.100+01:00<object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/zPmVXkWi9Yk/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zPmVXkWi9Yk&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zPmVXkWi9Yk&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1" 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/8168080562280934951-2408733684733900866?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-9002662281787003312010-05-21T13:18:00.002+01:002010-05-21T13:28:06.244+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S_Z7Eq2_F_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/rjV4gMLtCv4/s1600/GO_Pg_1989_0006.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S_Z7Eq2_F_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/rjV4gMLtCv4/s400/GO_Pg_1989_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473697717270026226" /></a><br />Gouache e colagem, 1989, 42cm x 29,7cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-900266228178700331?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-43012258795923776912010-05-13T22:00:00.002+01:002010-05-13T22:03:11.383+01:00"Nunca vim aqui<br />Onde já estive, e esqueci.<br /><br />Encontro tudo tão mudado.<br />A tua boca que não conheci.<br />Os quadrados da toalha alucinados.<br />Os copos todos. Descrevendo círculos<br />Sobre o chão todo enxadrezado.<br /><br />A tua boca aparecendo à janela<br />De uma paisagem que se apagou.<br /><br />Os copos dançando todos<br />Em volta dos teus lábios ausentes.<br />A tua boca de novo acesa<br />O vinho sendo servido pelo braço.<br />Os copos abertos, desaparecidos. <br />O líquido derramado<br />Sobre o tecto, por onde foste<br />Para a paisagem que há-de vir.<br /><br />Uma cabeça de lobo à janela<br />Segurando nos dentes o fragmento<br />De um vestido talvez nunca usado. <br /><br />Desde que comecei a escrever isto<br />Que não me sinto. Nunca estive aqui<br />Não fui pelas palavras autorizado"<br /><br />Vitor Oliveira Jorge<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4301225879592377691?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-85245541706685046362010-05-06T13:59:00.002+01:002010-05-06T14:00:05.242+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S-K9Pac7nFI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZMCmUlPPalo/s1600/5+acrilico+2010.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S-K9Pac7nFI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZMCmUlPPalo/s400/5+acrilico+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468140970077559890" /></a><br />Acrilico sobre papel 25,5cm x 17,9cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-8524554170668504636?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-84944844021757730122010-05-06T13:57:00.001+01:002010-05-06T13:58:37.202+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S-K86zGGx8I/AAAAAAAAASk/rEm5dJtM4pI/s1600/1+acrilico+2010.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S-K86zGGx8I/AAAAAAAAASk/rEm5dJtM4pI/s400/1+acrilico+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468140615915456450" /></a><br />Acrilico sobre papel 25,5cm x 17,9cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-8494484402175773012?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-29990507991063787962010-05-06T13:56:00.001+01:002010-05-06T13:57:47.336+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S-K8tI3xubI/AAAAAAAAASc/AtUsch8Idtc/s1600/4+acrilico+2010.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S-K8tI3xubI/AAAAAAAAASc/AtUsch8Idtc/s400/4+acrilico+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468140381242767794" /></a><br />Acrilico sobre papel 25,5cm x 17,9cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-2999050799106378796?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-6535699876036738712010-05-06T13:53:00.001+01:002010-05-06T13:55:29.177+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S-K70sOHMEI/AAAAAAAAASM/aYRzNKvT2VQ/s1600/2+acrilico+2010.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S-K70sOHMEI/AAAAAAAAASM/aYRzNKvT2VQ/s400/2+acrilico+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468139411479146562" /></a><br />Acrilico sobre papel 25,5cm x 17,9cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-653569987603673871?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-46108366408180936572010-05-06T13:48:00.004+01:002010-05-06T13:56:23.343+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S-K8a6u2xgI/AAAAAAAAASU/X0oR0kYB-A4/s1600/3+acrilico+2010.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S-K8a6u2xgI/AAAAAAAAASU/X0oR0kYB-A4/s400/3+acrilico+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468140068209608194" /></a><br />Acrilico sobre papel 25,5cm x 17,9cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4610836640818093657?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-18430122267472111442010-04-01T13:57:00.000+01:002010-04-01T13:58:50.913+01:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7i_S8XpeXs&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7i_S8XpeXs&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-1843012226747211144?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-47079657037904100992010-03-30T16:48:00.002+01:002010-03-30T17:16:40.817+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S7Ii3NB8SdI/AAAAAAAAAR8/I12yZEoJCQU/s1600/DSC00899.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S7Ii3NB8SdI/AAAAAAAAAR8/I12yZEoJCQU/s400/DSC00899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454460430485047762" /></a><br /><br />"Reabre o céu depois de uma chuvada<br />no azul do dia.<br />É no azul do nada<br />com que se fazem os deuses e a poesia."<br />Virgilio Ferreira<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4707965703790410099?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-60365958435884705482010-03-23T10:06:00.004Z2010-03-23T10:19:56.422ZA paixão de Cristo, de Mel Gibson...ao som dos U2<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkJczbs2q1A&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkJczbs2q1A&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />um grande filme, uma grande banda<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6036595843588470548?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-37527044895875867852010-03-01T16:51:00.002Z2010-03-01T16:55:49.918Z"Desvio dos teus ombros o lençol, <br />que é feito de ternura amarrotada, <br />da frescura que vem depois do sol, <br />quando depois do sol não vem mais nada... <br /><br />Olho a roupa no chão: que tempestade! <br />Há restos de ternura pelo meio, <br />como vultos perdidos na cidade <br />onde uma tempestade sobreveio... <br /><br />Começas a vestir-te, lentamente, <br />e é ternura também que vou vestindo, <br />para enfrentar lá fora aquela gente <br />que da nossa ternura anda sorrindo... <br /><br />Mas ninguém sonha a pressa com que nós <br />a despimos assim que estamos sós! <br /><br /><em>Ternura</em> poema de David Mourão-Ferreira, in "Infinito Pessoal"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-3752704489587586785?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-37265368341531318732010-02-28T14:53:00.002Z2010-04-01T00:19:21.262+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VEDI8BmWCg&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VEDI8BmWCg&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Espreita também "The Silent Spring Massive Attack feat Elisabeth Fraser"...com imagens fantásticas de espirais e túneis...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-3726536834153131873?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-35338312363685141942010-02-24T18:33:00.005Z2010-02-24T20:04:00.947Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KY0vbZBS1Yg&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KY0vbZBS1Yg&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Edward Zwick realizou e produziu em 2006, este filme inspirado no conflito iniciado em Serra Leoa em 1991, onde o crescente abuso de poder e a corrupção do governo presidido por Momoh leva à criação da RUF (Frente Unida Revolucionária) que em pouco tempo controlava grande parte das províncias ricas em diamantes. Desde o início, a estratégia adoptada por este grupo foi a utilização de MENINOS SOLDADOS. A guerra civil continuou até 2002, ano em que o presidente Kabbah a declara oficialmente terminada. Estima-se que 50 mil pessoas foram mortas, e que existam mais de 500 mil refugiadas em nações vizinhas. As estratégias de violência destes conflitos são inqualificáveis e ininarráveis MAS CONTINUAM A REPETIR-SE...da Libéria, Serra Leoa...ao Congo, AINDA...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-3533831236368514194?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-51261551886077611712010-02-24T18:30:00.002Z2010-02-24T20:05:43.420Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S4VwkmN3elI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cViG064xbpI/s1600-h/61180+S.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S4VwkmN3elI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cViG064xbpI/s400/61180+S.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441879498783423058" /></a><br />Acrílico sobre tela, 20cm x 20cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-5126155188607761171?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-41062999553203965592010-02-07T17:55:00.002Z2010-02-07T18:31:45.541Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeWITeExEy4&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeWITeExEy4&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4106299955320396559?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-26970028974878608792010-02-06T15:45:00.001Z2010-02-06T15:49:50.593Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S22O7j01cCI/AAAAAAAAARs/e3grOrLWiqs/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S22O7j01cCI/AAAAAAAAARs/e3grOrLWiqs/s400/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435157479186329634" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-2697002897487860879?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-85956926837397617662010-01-24T16:19:00.002Z2010-01-24T16:22:37.387Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ofaoLKPz7c&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ofaoLKPz7c&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-8595692683739761766?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-44286728446482450512010-01-17T15:41:00.003Z2010-01-17T15:57:32.992Zalgures onde eu nunca viajei,alegremente além de<br />qualquer experiência,os teus olhos têm o seu silêncio:<br />no teu gesto mais frouxo há coisas que me prendem,<br />ou que eu não posso tocar de tão próximas que estão<br /><br />o teu mínimo olhar há-de fácilmente desprender-me<br />embora eu não me tenha cerrado como dedos,<br />tu sempre me abres pétala a pétala como abre a Primavera<br />(tocando hábil,misteriosamente)a primeira rosa<br /><br />mas se teu desejo for encerrar-me,eu e<br />minha vida fecharemos em beleza,de repente,<br />como quando o coração desta flor imagina<br />a neve em tudo cuidadosa descendo;<br /><br />nada do que existe para ser sentido neste mundo iguala<br />o poder da tua extrema fragilidade:cuja textura<br />me submete com a cor dos seus domínios,<br />representando a morte e para sempre em cada alento<br /><br />(eu não sei o que é que há em ti que fecha<br />e abre;apenas alguma coisa em mim entende<br />a voz dos teus olhos mais profunda que todas as rosas)<br />ninguém,nem mesmo a chuva,tem tão finas mãos<br /><br />xix poemas, e.e. cummings, a quem retorno sempre...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4428672844648245051?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-44294783155419042872010-01-10T23:47:00.001Z2010-01-10T23:59:45.330Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdTPLGxyE7g&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdTPLGxyE7g&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4429478315541904287?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-44918699905400566812010-01-09T16:58:00.003Z2010-01-09T17:13:39.787ZA criança que fui chora na estrada<br />deixei-a ali quando vim ser quem sou;<br />mas hoje, vendo que o que sou é nada, <br />quero ir buscar quem fui onde ficou.<br /><br />Ah, como hei-de encontrá-lo? Quem errou<br />a vida tem a regressão errada.<br />Já não sei de onde vim nem onde estou.<br />de o não saber, a minha alma está parada.<br /><br />Se ao menos atingir neste lugar<br />um alto monte, de onde possa enfim<br />o que esqueci, olhando-o, relembrar<br /><br />na ausência, ao menos, saberei de mim,<br />e, ao ver-me tal e qual fui ao longe, achar<br />em mim um pouco de quando era assim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4491869990540056681?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-65367713670740900752010-01-04T21:17:00.002Z2010-01-05T13:09:20.882Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOLg_XY2cWA&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOLg_XY2cWA&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Lhasa de Sela morreu de cancro da mama na sua casa em Montreal no dia 1 de Janeiro, 2010. Tinha 37anos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6536771367074090075?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-28201182652184795492010-01-04T18:44:00.003Z2010-01-04T19:05:46.132ZPequena exposição patente na BIBLIOTECA Lúcio Craveiro da Silva, em BRAGA, até ao fim de Janeiro que reúne sete trabalhos de pintura/técnica mista sobre papel, de 45cmx 45cm, realizados no ano 2000. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S0I6WCEPicI/AAAAAAAAARk/UOOtjoUpuEs/s1600-h/do+caos+%C3%A0+ordem.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/S0I6WCEPicI/AAAAAAAAARk/UOOtjoUpuEs/s400/do+caos+%C3%A0+ordem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422961051493697986" /></a><br />As obras são indícios, da expressão simbólica e poética de um mundo que se encontra para lá da consciência, construida com base no diálogo entre as pulsões irreflectidas e a exploração controlada do acaso enquanto processo criativo. Ainda na senda de um certo Dadaismo e Surrealismo dos trabalhos desenvolvidos anteriormente, estas apresentam-se tendencialmente despojados da componente gestual caligráfica.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-2820118265218479549?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-42154185119967799092009-12-30T01:10:00.000Z2009-12-30T01:14:08.357Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SzqpN6VstbI/AAAAAAAAARU/RLq-qaKs3E8/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SzqpN6VstbI/AAAAAAAAARU/RLq-qaKs3E8/s400/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420831157957473714" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4215418511996779909?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-60888446168943095592009-12-22T22:05:00.001Z2009-12-22T22:23:50.481Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SzFDVQnOp3I/AAAAAAAAARE/yolcTvHISPw/s1600-h/Anjos+e+estrelas.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SzFDVQnOp3I/AAAAAAAAARE/yolcTvHISPw/s400/Anjos+e+estrelas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418185859219236722" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6088844616894309559?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-18077814351302817652009-12-22T21:08:00.004Z2009-12-23T02:48:32.923Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SzGD-wWBttI/AAAAAAAAARM/PSip7JbIaV4/s1600-h/caligrafia.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SzGD-wWBttI/AAAAAAAAARM/PSip7JbIaV4/s400/caligrafia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418256940855834322" /></a><br />Técnica mista sobre papel, 55cm x 43cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-1807781435130281765?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-72433942557235226792009-12-21T00:57:00.002Z2009-12-21T01:03:34.689ZBrevemente, sobre uma relação minuciosa<br />de duas mãos transparentes<br />cheias de dedos que procuram<br />debaixo de cascas<br />nas profundíssimas raízes da árvore<br />que procuram<br />O que está escrito sobre nós<br />de dedos transparentes<br />de mãos vazias<br />que escondem ainda alguma coisa que te diz respeito<br />...o que está escrito na água?<br /><br />12121994margaridaoliveira<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-7243394255723522679?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-6437933399033214242009-12-14T01:04:00.000Z2009-12-14T01:05:08.748Z<p> <object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRYYsfTJCNw&amp;hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRYYsfTJCNw&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-643793339903321424?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-15990831766678439782009-12-13T16:43:00.003Z2009-12-13T17:00:52.197Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SyUckbodGpI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OSAveyAU9uA/s1600-h/68158+blog.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SyUckbodGpI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OSAveyAU9uA/s400/68158+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414765539201194642" /></a><br /><br />para esta, T.S.Eliot não tem nenhuma história no seu O livro dos Gatos, mas eu prometo que penso numa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-1599083176667843978?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-64355964737617749272009-12-12T12:25:00.003Z2009-12-13T22:42:19.112Zi thank You God for most this amazing<br />day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees<br />and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything<br />which is natural which is infinite which is yes<br /><br />(i who have died am alive again today,<br />and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth<br />day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay<br />great happening illimitably earth)<br /><br />how should tasting touching hearing seeing<br />breathing any-lifted from the no<br />of all nothing-human merely being<br />doubt unimaginable You?<br /><br />(now the ears of my ears awake and<br />now the eyes of my eyes are opened)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6435596473761774927?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-20686121162341131702009-11-30T16:50:00.001Z2009-11-30T16:56:11.735Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SxP5HokyoJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NSItSmtrj9c/s1600/738251.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SxP5HokyoJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NSItSmtrj9c/s400/738251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409941486948229266" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-2068612116234113170?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-62718205279331807572009-11-30T16:28:00.006Z2009-11-30T16:50:11.679Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SxP1mKHKYpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WzFe3Xxv-zM/s1600/69677.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SxP1mKHKYpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WzFe3Xxv-zM/s400/69677.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409937613300327058" /></a><br /><br />"...batendo asas contra todas as paredes do corpo-não deixando que ele adormeça, inquieto e insatisfeito, voltado para dentro..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6271820527933180757?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-68864332871854649502009-11-23T17:27:00.001Z2009-11-23T17:29:53.858Z"Quem pensa, sonha e dorme com a Revolução durante trinta anos algum dia há-de conseguir fazer a Revolução" ...Lenine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6886433287185464950?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-11042882044584541032009-11-21T14:43:00.004Z2009-11-21T18:57:24.372Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SwgfyPvvSPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UuMlhUMujmc/s1600/81437.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SwgfyPvvSPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UuMlhUMujmc/s400/81437.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406606300738963698" /></a><br />Técnica mista sobre papel, 42,5cm x 42,5cm<br /><br />"Em cada palavra-pétala<br />há uma íntima aventura<br />uma passagem secreta<br />para um incerto onde"<br /><br /><em>in FIBRILAÇÕES, Ana Hatherly</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-1104288204458454103?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-40131310156123113142009-11-16T21:19:00.006Z2009-11-16T22:21:18.225Z“…toda a imagem é um sinal onde (…) podemos encontrar (…) a inscrição de uma alma.” René Huyghe <br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-36.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3098476543667585846&amp;site=widget-36.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4013131015612311314?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-78937817110465720362009-11-16T19:45:00.005Z2009-11-16T21:26:56.518Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SwGwjbPkHvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0xql_jEO-KY/s1600/10801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SwGwjbPkHvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0xql_jEO-KY/s400/10801.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404795150476254962" /></a><br />Técnica mista sobre papel, 55cm x 43cm <br /><br />"Proibido completamente indecente...<br />Anseia no entanto o meu coração<br />Por essa rapariga adornada com<br />As flores vermelhas da primeira menstruação"<br /><br /><em>in Os Cinquenta Poemas do Amor Furtivo, e outros poemas eróticos da Índia antiga, Assirio & Alvim</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-7893781711046572036?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-24901212155048623842009-11-10T19:34:00.012Z2009-11-16T17:16:57.343Zque tragam boa sorte, que iluminem e que redimam. <br />Os meus anéis:<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SwFYywr0JmI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4Vzf6hPccAw/s1600/91841.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SwFYywr0JmI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4Vzf6hPccAw/s400/91841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404698656906684002" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-2490121215504862384?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-26114315254657675492009-11-08T15:47:00.005Z2009-11-08T16:09:04.926Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SvbtCUsjvBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZqTCtAK6-vc/s1600-h/26258+blog.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SvbtCUsjvBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZqTCtAK6-vc/s400/26258+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401765427248610322" /></a><br />espero que ela goste<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SvbquTYqAvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mrOB9AHbDhI/s1600-h/5585+blog.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SvbquTYqAvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mrOB9AHbDhI/s400/5585+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401762884276060914" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-2611431525465767549?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-14090628999094546492009-10-25T13:47:00.004Z2009-11-16T17:53:49.290Z"Amar de muito perto, de tão perto um olhar<br /> do outro, nus e cegos, sem tempo, amarras,<br /> desilusões contadas um ao outro. Uma biografia<br /> é um monumento, arrasta muitas vozes pela<br /> noite, uma sede sem razão. Frutos escassos<br /> e sem poesia. Palavras, coisas vagamente sujas<br /> ou perdoadas, esvoaçando, devassas.<br /> Dedos de muito perto entrelaçados, húmidos,<br /> armadilhas, questões de astronomia, coisas<br /> vagamente segredadas, voláteis, cheias de azul."<br /><br />in Se me Comovesse o Amor, de Francisco José Viegas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-1409062899909454649?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-19299872123110024552009-10-25T13:37:00.004Z2009-10-26T12:09:06.202Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0f7UPTz4KeU&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0f7UPTz4KeU&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />gracias anónimo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-1929987212311002455?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-32449506435349398572009-10-15T23:36:00.005+01:002009-10-15T23:44:39.957+01:00"Se me Comovesse o Amor<br /><br />Se me comovesse o amor como me comove<br />a morte dos que amei, eu viveria feliz. Observo<br />as figueiras, a sombra dos muros, o jasmineiro<br />em que ficou gravada a tua mão, e deixo o dia<br /><br />caminhar por entre as veredas, caminhos perto do rio.<br />Se me comovessem os teus passos entre os outros, <br />os que se perdem nas ruas, os que abandonam<br />a casa e seguem o seu destino, eu saberia reconhecer<br /><br />o sinal que ninguém encontra, o medo que ninguém<br />comove.Vejo-te regressar ao deserto, atravessar<br />os templos, iluminar as varandas, chegar tarde.<br /><br />Por isso não me procures, não me encontres,<br />não me deixes, não me reconheças. Dá-me apenas<br />o pão, a palavra, as coisas possíveis. De longe."<br /><br />obrigado Francisco José Viegas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-3244950643534939857?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-9163604375184433432009-10-11T15:34:00.003+01:002009-10-18T20:36:10.103+01:00mergulho no corpo liquido de uma distância<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/StHtUA63QrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cDFm1rzc5HE/s1600-h/3839.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/StHtUA63QrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cDFm1rzc5HE/s400/3839.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391351157039252146" /></a><br /><br />Praia de Cepães, dimensões variáveis, 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-916360437518443343?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-17775530006470003642009-10-11T15:09:00.003+01:002009-10-11T15:34:12.996+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/StHsiwKXvQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/b_IESCz8wAg/s1600-h/47717.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/StHsiwKXvQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/b_IESCz8wAg/s400/47717.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391350310727302402" /></a><br /><br />Happening censurado, dimensões variáveis, 2008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-1777553000647000364?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-1575002826140959582009-08-27T19:38:00.004+01:002009-08-27T20:01:42.997+01:00de 4 a 20 de Setembro.<br />eu vou participar com duas obras...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SpbX5cac5vI/AAAAAAAAANs/2j1hNCqrN6c/s1600-h/margarida+herrera.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SpbX5cac5vI/AAAAAAAAANs/2j1hNCqrN6c/s200/margarida+herrera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374720587192919794" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SpbXqD4fB9I/AAAAAAAAANk/ehCllfB4ypQ/s1600-h/a+minha+sala+encheu+se+de+natureza.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SpbXqD4fB9I/AAAAAAAAANk/ehCllfB4ypQ/s200/a+minha+sala+encheu+se+de+natureza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374720322909964242" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-157500282614095958?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-3376654957241224192009-08-04T13:01:00.005+01:002009-11-16T21:27:39.578Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SngjQNUeU5I/AAAAAAAAANc/Baev7L1XOKc/s1600-h/o+mundo+%C3%A1s+avessas+terminado.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SngjQNUeU5I/AAAAAAAAANc/Baev7L1XOKc/s400/o+mundo+%C3%A1s+avessas+terminado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366077717372359570" /></a><br />Acrilico sobre tela, 100cm x 120cm<br /><br />...a tempo de fazer parte da exposição.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-337665495724122419?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-21169367225365832782009-07-31T21:50:00.003+01:002009-08-04T13:01:10.796+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SnNZUbpTrrI/AAAAAAAAANU/5dlKi-fbyAQ/s1600-h/80482.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SnNZUbpTrrI/AAAAAAAAANU/5dlKi-fbyAQ/s400/80482.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364729788681662130" /></a><br /><br />a minha exposição de pintura no Diana Bar, biblioteca da praia da Póvoa de Varzim, de 3 a 23 de Agosto. o espaço esta aberto todos os dias, das 9.30h às 18.30h.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-2116936722536583278?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-42776073203458299412009-07-17T22:04:00.003+01:002009-11-16T21:29:34.710Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SmDoZoK9gPI/AAAAAAAAANM/BLZ96ojqAAo/s1600-h/18490.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SmDoZoK9gPI/AAAAAAAAANM/BLZ96ojqAAo/s400/18490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359539083548655858" /></a><br />Pastel de óleo sobre papel, 1989<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4277607320345829941?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-70922282536195356442009-07-15T22:28:00.003+01:002009-11-16T21:31:42.898Zhá demasiado tempo!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sl5MYomBOXI/AAAAAAAAANE/CoWhWd0kmsk/s1600-h/5638+pormenor.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sl5MYomBOXI/AAAAAAAAANE/CoWhWd0kmsk/s400/5638+pormenor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358804592714922354" /></a><br />Acrilico sobre tela, 100cm x 120cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-7092228253619535644?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-26062551654434497652009-07-04T16:01:00.001+01:002009-07-04T16:03:21.183+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sk9vI6nLZNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IQtFLJwtkEc/s1600-h/FLYER.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sk9vI6nLZNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IQtFLJwtkEc/s400/FLYER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354620680930026706" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-2606255165443449765?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-21267233234647679472009-06-20T17:45:00.006+01:002009-11-16T19:35:09.537Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sj0T4a8MrxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/X3NSPeJi1N4/s1600-h/52245.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sj0T4a8MrxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/X3NSPeJi1N4/s400/52245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349453792411430674" /></a><br /><br />uma pequena incursão minha, pelo mundo das pregadeiras em feltro...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-2126723323464767947?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-76603978591496107842009-05-02T21:27:00.005+01:002009-11-16T21:32:44.424Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SfysyK8Yp0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/CeSl9s3dKNA/s1600-h/sesta2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SfysyK8Yp0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/CeSl9s3dKNA/s400/sesta2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331326036830889794" /></a><br /><br />Acrílico sobre tela, 80cm x 120cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-7660397859149610784?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-90525841577920424892009-05-02T21:23:00.004+01:002009-05-02T22:13:48.286+01:00<div><embed src="http://widget-31.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3098476543647620145&amp;site=widget-31.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div><br /><br />a exposição na cidade das profissões<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-9052584157792042489?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-9509711964800057292009-04-10T20:06:00.004+01:002009-11-16T21:33:20.713Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sd-Yw_0dgZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/DN4W8uhRrKc/s1600-h/33279+sesta.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sd-Yw_0dgZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/DN4W8uhRrKc/s400/33279+sesta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323141252107829650" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-950971196480005729?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-82846731666220674962009-04-10T20:04:00.001+01:002009-11-16T17:56:17.033Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sd-YZtVDZDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YpZ3Nh5Gbg4/s1600-h/gaivotas.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sd-YZtVDZDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YpZ3Nh5Gbg4/s400/gaivotas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323140852007265330" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-8284673166622067496?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-48482267436498481922009-03-28T15:36:00.001Z2009-11-16T19:23:15.768Z<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTp3_eWNekQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTp3_eWNekQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4848226743649848192?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-76259587599562496142009-03-27T19:19:00.007Z2009-05-02T22:08:33.773+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sc0nZavchFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PPLAiKDvc6Y/s1600-h/Cartaz+exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+rua+das+flores.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sc0nZavchFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PPLAiKDvc6Y/s400/Cartaz+exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+rua+das+flores.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317950052622959698" /></a><br />Cidade das profissões. Rua das Flores. Porto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-7625958759956249614?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-45961597368337690642009-03-22T15:40:00.005Z2009-11-16T19:42:58.031Z<div><embed src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3098476543643858987&amp;site=widget-2b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4596159736833769064?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-66725279845573695362009-03-15T23:05:00.002Z2009-03-15T23:17:10.892Z<object width="411" height="330"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRqI5R6L7ow&hl=pt-br&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRqI5R6L7ow&hl=pt-br&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always"allowfullscreen="true" width="411" height="330"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6672527984557369536?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-13607536106733136372009-03-08T14:59:00.004Z2009-03-08T15:27:38.553ZNum tempo absorto,<br />encolho-me nas pontas de trajectos<br />absolutos.<br />Vagueio pelas sombras, atrapalhadamente<br />coladas a cantos, em ruas traçadas.<br />As minhas viagens quadriculadas de <br />desertos infinitos<br />deixam marcas nos teus cabelos<br />sob o céu, que tocas com os dedos<br />trazendo bolas de sabão agarradas.<br />Os meus sonhos suspirados <br />que rebentam e correm através das portas- <br />gaivotas pousam nos olhos<br />e observam recolhidas<br />o horizonte do mar vastissimo de muitos anos<br />e aberto para o teu pescoço derramado<br />no espaço plano do chão-<br />pregam-se à minha carne transparente.<br />Abandono-me no tempo absoluto<br />dos lençois escorregadios<br />e as estrelas colam-se aos olhos aguados.<br />Acolchoada com fazendas e tapetes<br />medito-te, projecto-te<br />faço-te aparecer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-1360753610673313637?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-52213596587562501282009-03-07T22:37:00.003Z2009-03-07T23:02:11.267Z<div><embed src="http://widget-d3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3098476543641761235&amp;site=widget-d3.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div> <br /><br />alguns exemplares das 42 esculturas realizadas com latas e plastico<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-5221359658756250128?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-76538076094191344022009-02-28T13:24:00.004Z2009-11-16T22:05:36.990Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sak7u8RCxvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0A0K0mHhO8s/s1600-h/borboleta+blue+blue.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/Sak7u8RCxvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0A0K0mHhO8s/s400/borboleta+blue+blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307839313470473970" /></a><br />Acrilico sobre tela, 100cm x 100cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-7653807609419134402?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-100686888380333532009-02-16T19:07:00.003Z2009-11-16T19:27:55.575Zeu,<br />a partir de mim, eu sei<br />da importância da superfície<br />que me dá as coordenadas dos espaços<br />o terreno das imperfeições onde piso.<br />lentamente o meu mundo constrói-se<br />por dentro<br />fabrico-o com introspecções<br />preciso dele. vivo dele.<br />estas anotações acrescentam, à ponte para ti<br />o outro de mim projectado<br />eu existo<br />no silêncio, enrolada em tecidos transparentes...<br />a arte aparece como génese<br />de nada dizer, tudo fica exposto ao tempo.<br />indirectamente, com pequenas doses de elixir, <br />introduzes-te no meu universo fechado.<br />o meu corpo contorce-se <br />em dor de dependência, projecta-me no vazio<br />mas estou mais forte. Não fujo ao confronto?<br />com esse outro de mim que julgava morto?<br />movimento-me num perigoso labirinto que me retira do presente<br />este morre e regresso ao principio de mim<br />ao começo do mundo.<br />o que procuras nas regiões do visível?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-10068688838033353?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-14282082643310279362009-02-16T18:11:00.003Z2009-12-14T15:45:11.862Z<div><embed src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3098476543638731992&amp;site=widget-d8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div><br />dimensões variáveis; 1999, 2000<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-1428208264331027936?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-83102787357914053842009-02-15T14:26:00.005Z2009-11-16T22:06:06.008Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SZgmO7DvD_I/AAAAAAAAALs/PjdGksN_5Po/s1600-h/nenufares.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SZgmO7DvD_I/AAAAAAAAALs/PjdGksN_5Po/s400/nenufares.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303030599042142194" /></a><br />Acrilico sobre tela, 40cm x 50cm<br /><br />Ps: Desculpem a qualidade da foto, não faz juz ao trabalho...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-8310278735791405384?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-1725703758215097682009-02-08T20:08:00.004Z2009-11-16T19:36:49.301Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SY87_5dGmoI/AAAAAAAAALk/YI8Bkn8ZAO0/s1600-h/desenho+grafite.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SY87_5dGmoI/AAAAAAAAALk/YI8Bkn8ZAO0/s400/desenho+grafite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300521255379049090" /></a><br />Grafite; 22,5cm x 15,5cm; 1994<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-172570375821509768?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-10557971648438566122009-02-07T14:45:00.003Z2009-11-16T22:06:43.297Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SY2e5q3uunI/AAAAAAAAALc/wkQCEkn0xXk/s1600-h/a+minha+sala+encheu+se+de+natureza.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SY2e5q3uunI/AAAAAAAAALc/wkQCEkn0xXk/s400/a+minha+sala+encheu+se+de+natureza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300067050082712178" /></a><br /><br />Acrilico sobre tela, 100cm x 120cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-1055797164843856612?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-54995125158230660122009-01-24T22:01:00.005Z2009-11-16T22:07:15.171Z<div><embed src="http://widget-a7.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3098476543635640487&amp;site=widget-a7.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div> <br /><br />técnica mista sobre papel, 2001, 32cm x 32cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-5499512515823066012?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-48675350010839464112009-01-17T19:33:00.006Z2009-11-16T22:07:41.866Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SXI0RozCg3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/d-rgjYUed4A/s1600-h/72929.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SXI0RozCg3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/d-rgjYUed4A/s400/72929.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292349989727667058" /></a><br />A minha ultima tela...Acrilico sobre tela, 80cm x 100cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4867535001083946411?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-87800337791631248962008-12-28T20:09:00.007Z2009-12-14T00:50:09.622ZNão queria ver terminar o ano sem deixar esta mensagem de agradecimento a todos que visitaram e comentaram o meu blog, em especial ao Manuel. <br /><br />"Alguns dão pouco do muito que têm, e fazem isso com alarde e o seu desejo oculto corrompe os seus dons. Outros tem pouco e dão tudo. Estes são os que acreditam na vida, na bondade da vida, e o seu cofre nunca ficará vazio." (...) "Aquele que é digno de receber os seus dias e as suas noites, é digno de receber de vós tudo o resto. E o que mereceu beber o oceano da vida merece encher a sua taça no vosso poço.<br />Que maior merecimento do que aquele que reside não na caridade mas na coragem e na confiança de receber? E quem sois vós para que os homens devam rasgar o peito diante de vós, vencendo o orgulho para poderdes ver o seu mérito a descoberto?<br />Procurai primeiro ser doadores e instrumentos de doação. Porque, na verdade, é a vida que dá a vida, e quando julgais ser doadores, sois apenas testemunhas.<br />E vós que recebeis, não carregar em vós o peso da gratidão, sob pena de impor um jugo a vós mesmos e áquele que dá, mas elevai-vos juntamente com o doador, usando os dons com asas.<br />Porque ligar demasiada importância à vossa dívida é duvidar da sua generosidade, que tem por mãe a Terra e Deus como Pai."<br /><br /><strong>O Dom</strong>, in O Profeta, Kalil Gibran<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-8780033779163124896?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-28664911281077662052008-12-14T18:57:00.006Z2009-01-11T20:41:50.459Z<div><embed src="http://widget-80.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3098476543632955008&amp;site=widget-80.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div><br /><br />Colagens<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-2866491128107766205?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-43473566708708635952008-12-14T17:04:00.009Z2009-11-16T22:08:07.601Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SUVGKAs9PSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xjJ3Mb0NXd8/s1600-h/GO_Ptm_1997_0042_T10.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279703275962973474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SUVGKAs9PSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xjJ3Mb0NXd8/s400/GO_Ptm_1997_0042_T10.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Pintura técnica mista, 70cm x 153cm, 1997<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4347356670870863595?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-65584170222440004142008-12-14T17:01:00.003Z2009-12-14T02:27:40.403Z<div><embed src="http://widget-77.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3098476543669829495&amp;site=widget-77.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6558417022244000414?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-89717446620185586332008-12-10T20:53:00.011Z2009-11-16T22:08:25.185Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SUVGGMulbwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YEK4tQw-I20/s1600-h/GO_Ptm_1997_0043_T20.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279703210471550722" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SUVGGMulbwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YEK4tQw-I20/s400/GO_Ptm_1997_0043_T20.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br />Pintura técnica mista, 153cm x 70cm, 1997<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-8971744662018558633?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-13328199330322151092008-12-10T16:26:00.008Z2009-03-08T16:11:57.044Z<div><embed src="http://widget-fd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3098476543641845501&amp;site=widget-fd.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div> <br /><br />Esulturas realizadas entre 1993 e 1999<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-1332819933032215109?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-25025077069105354092008-11-30T17:41:00.007Z2009-11-16T22:09:06.707Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/STLQrcPKMAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/regCOkk20Iw/s1600-h/90356.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/STLQrcPKMAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/regCOkk20Iw/s320/90356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274507558336999426" /></a><br /><br />exercicio de pintura, acrilico sobre tela 40cm x 40cm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-2502507706910535409?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-76470786413025482482008-11-30T17:37:00.007Z2009-11-16T22:09:31.653Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/STLP0jpNPYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BXSYOeEOYxA/s1600-h/66703.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/STLP0jpNPYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BXSYOeEOYxA/s320/66703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274506615432494466" /></a><br /><br />Acrilico s/ tela, 80cm x 100cm, 2008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-7647078641302548248?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-35603855926663853532008-10-12T16:55:00.004+01:002008-12-10T19:32:35.950Zas taças de chá<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SPIeaxPhl2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/-KgufUUmcdw/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SPIeaxPhl2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/-KgufUUmcdw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256297160338675554" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SPIeL2b49RI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OfNLjTxSpvU/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SPIeL2b49RI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OfNLjTxSpvU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256296904034678034" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-3560385592666385353?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-63373021383564950862008-09-28T21:14:00.007+01:002009-11-16T19:32:03.450Z<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SN_l2Y2rWnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sWUSSmOBmGc/s1600-h/41026.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SN_lvvS5n_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/HHTeCPfz6LA/s1600-h/3683.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251168298849640434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SN_lvvS5n_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/HHTeCPfz6LA/s320/3683.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SN_mI-PP1SI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DE1O9unZ0Fs/s1600-h/46972.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251168732357580066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SN_mI-PP1SI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DE1O9unZ0Fs/s320/46972.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6337302138356495086?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-62759018346213738232008-09-22T17:58:00.004+01:002009-06-20T14:10:05.818+01:00"Vamos ter leitos de sutis odores,<br />Divãs que às fundas tumbas são iguais,<br />E sobre a mesa as mais estranhas flores,<br />Brotando para nós no azul em paz.<br />Ambos queimando os últimos ardores,<br />Meu coração e o teu, flamas sensuais,<br />Refletirão em dobro as suas cores<br />Em nossas almas, dois gêmeos cristais.<br />Por uma tarde mística e envolvente,<br />Trocaram um só lampejo ardente,<br />Como o soluço em cada adeus contido;<br />Pouco depois um Anjo, abrindo as portas,<br />Há de avivar, alegre e enternecido,<br />Os cristais já sem brilho e as chamas mortas."<br /><br />Remorso Póstumo - C. Baudelaire<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6275901834621373823?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-90370137031755388512008-09-12T21:27:00.007+01:002009-11-16T22:10:09.346Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SMrSADqg7qI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XWikQHKeRQc/s1600-h/66192.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245235614451822242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SMrSADqg7qI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XWikQHKeRQc/s320/66192.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />retrato da artista ainda por conhecer-se...recordo, é um acrilico sobre tela<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-9037013703175538851?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-66987722421805824002008-08-02T17:16:00.006+01:002009-06-20T14:33:01.750+01:00«Amor, voce pergunta-me pelos meus dez mandamentos. Isto é muito dificil porque sou contra todo tipo de mandamento. Mas, só por brincadeira, eu deixo o que se segue:<br /><br />1. Não obedeça a nenhuma ordem, excepto aquela que vem de dentro.<br />2. O único Deus é a própria vida.<br />3. A verdade esta dentro de si mesmo, não a busque em nenhum outro lugar.<br />4. Amor é prece.<br />5. Vazio é a porta para a verdade, é o meio, é o fim e o resultado.<br />6. A vida é aqui e agora.<br />7. Viva totalmente acordado.<br />8. Não nade, flutue.<br />9. Morra a cada momento para que se possa renovar a cada momento.<br />10. Pare de buscar. Aquilo que é, é : pare e veja.»<br /><br />KESSLER, K. Upanishad, <em>Reiki o caminho do coração</em>, Editora Pergaminho, 2001, pág.44<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6698772242180582400?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-49910308863863497052008-08-02T16:34:00.013+01:002009-11-16T19:28:57.414Zpara pensarem:<br /><br />1. As pessoas são ilógicas, nada razoáveis e egocentricas. Amemo-las mesmo assim.<br />2. Se fizermos o bem, podemos causar motivações egoistas. Façamos o bem mesmo assim. <br />3. Se formos bem sucedidos, ganharemos falsos amigos e verdadeiros inimigos. Sejamos bem sucedidos mesmo assim.<br />4. O bem que fizermos hoje será esquecido amanha. Façamos o bem mesmo assim.<br />5. A honestidade e a franqueza tornam-nos vulneráveis. Sejamos francos e honestos, mesmo assim.<br />6. Os grandes homens e as grandes mulheres, com as melhores ideias, podem ser derrubados pelos mais pequenos, com as perspectivas mais mesquinhas. Sejamos ambiciosos mesmo assim.<br />7. As pessoas protegem os oprimidos, mas apenas seguem os poderosos. Lutemos pelos oprimidos mesmo assim.<br />8. Aquilo que levamos anos a construir pode ser destruido numa única noite. Continuemos a construir mesmo assim.<br />9. As pessoas talvez precisem realmente de ajuda, mas poderão voltar-se contra nós se as ajudarmos. Ajudemo-las mesmo assim.<br />10. Demos ao mundo o nosso melhor, e haverá pessoas que nos desejarão mal. Demos ao mundo o nosso melhor mesmo assim.<br /><br />MENEZES, Sofia, <em>À procura do nosso próprio Deus</em> <em> in </em><em>Happy woman </em>de Agosto 2008, pág.60<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4991030886386349705?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-63229115873869672432008-07-28T19:29:00.008+01:002009-06-20T14:43:08.715+01:00O meu mestre de Reiki do nivel I editou o seu segundo livro...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SI4SkO6vrnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZHay7l2LiG4/s1600-h/livro+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228136631112806002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SI4SkO6vrnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZHay7l2LiG4/s320/livro+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Este « é o resultado de uma convivência diária de quase seis anos com o stress dos outros e do seu trabalho a ajudar pessoas ultrapassarem-no e a se entusiasmarem com a sua própria vida.»<br /><br />para os interessados, não deixem de ler o seu primeiro livro:<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SI4UOWW9J6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/i_OCnKjwCrI/s1600-h/livro+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SI4UOWW9J6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/i_OCnKjwCrI/s320/livro+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228138454176311202" /></a><br /><br />Para marcação de consultas de Life Coaching (Tratamento do Stress) ou Reiki ou obter informações adicionais sobre as palestras e os workshops do José, liguem para <br />Paulo Dias<br />256 106 208 <br /><br />beijinhos José e felicidades<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6322911587386967243?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-87128312165680608432008-07-28T19:22:00.005+01:002009-01-31T20:03:12.043Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SYSubERuupI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mmukACjLMJM/s1600-h/espiral.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SYSubERuupI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mmukACjLMJM/s400/espiral.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297550841722354322" /></a><br /><br />Cerâmica, 200cm x 200cm, 1998, colecção particular<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-8712831216568060843?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-7463533093320518262008-07-23T02:59:00.016+01:002008-12-15T14:30:06.870Z<object height="330" width="411"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXqpuSq7nyY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXqpuSq7nyY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="411" height="330"></embed></object></p><p><br />"Medo" do albúm "Transparente" numa versão ao vivo um pouco menos intensa... </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-746353309332051826?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-8721659395876482612008-07-23T02:52:00.008+01:002009-11-16T22:10:50.696Zé um acrilico sobre tela, de 80cm x 120cm<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SYSqLp_yCzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TVAXTiAEJEI/s1600-h/pormenor.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SYSqLp_yCzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TVAXTiAEJEI/s400/pormenor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297546178923203378" /></a><br /> <br />...só para aguçar a curiosidade<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-872165939587648261?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-41468781643631367122008-07-23T02:46:00.009+01:002009-11-16T22:11:40.287Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SYSn4SsR4BI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZiflBnbXfrM/s1600-h/flor.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SYSn4SsR4BI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZiflBnbXfrM/s400/flor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297543647226617874" /></a><br /><br /><br />este foi a pormenor do quadro "vestido vermelho habitado" que estive a pintar dia 21 de julho...não tenho a certeza se deixo o quadro ficar assim, mas por algum tempo vou dar-lhe descanso, que lhes parece?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-4146878164363136712?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-58806277347523145792008-07-23T02:41:00.006+01:002009-11-16T22:12:06.653Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SYSndXWVAmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Hyq6VO0aTnE/s1600-h/vestido+vermelho+habitado.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SYSndXWVAmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Hyq6VO0aTnE/s400/vestido+vermelho+habitado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297543184620257890" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Acrilico s/ tela, 40cm x 60cm, 2008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-5880627734752314579?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-52595781273083490672008-07-14T14:52:00.006+01:002009-12-14T00:31:09.933Z<span style="font-size:130%;">Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Taiwan</span><br /><object height="411" width="325"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/22OQDQIYTqI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/22OQDQIYTqI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="411" height="325"></embed></object><br /><br /><em>Cursive II</em> é uma obra extraordinária do coreografo Lin Hwai-min, igualmente autor de outros trabalhos fabulosos: <em>Moon Water</em> e <em>Bamboo Dream</em>. Inspirada na caligrafia cursiva Chinesa este trabalho é absolutamente sedutor.<br /><p></p>Os excelentes bailarinos do teatro Cloud Gate, trabalharam intensivamente a meditação, e os movimentos do Chi-Kung e das artes marciais, para reproduzirem a sensibilidade de uma escrita expressiva, desenhada a tinta negra sobre papel de arroz. <p></p>Para além da beleza que lhe é inerente, cito-a por se identificar com o trabalho que desenvolvi em pintura essencialmente durante os anos de 1997 e 1998.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-5259578127308349067?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-61447443123146020812008-07-13T23:34:00.008+01:002009-12-14T01:12:41.896Znão deixem de ver Paris je t´aime... é lindo!!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkrqtxogmME&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkrqtxogmME&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6144744312314602081?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-69001594720623538312008-07-13T16:35:00.008+01:002009-12-14T01:00:36.787Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SYSozVqKHHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zqxowO2nYvs/s1600-h/p%C3%A9s.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5VUl9GaO4I/SYSozVqKHHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zqxowO2nYvs/s400/p%C3%A9s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297544661635308658" /></a><br /><br /><div>Acrilico sobre papel, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-6900159472062353831?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168080562280934951.post-89625337158340183452008-06-28T19:24:00.013+01:002009-12-14T16:42:31.672Z<div><embed src="http://widget-ca.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3170534137707764426&amp;site=widget-ca.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div><br />Realizadas entre 1989 e 1996<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168080562280934951-8962533715834018345?l=refeitoriodalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margarida Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06694756159307472605noreply@blogger.com1