tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84729576656351417142024-02-19T17:45:00.564-08:00D ' ElaPostais mais velhos: viagens de outros e pontes para quem fica. Memórias simpáticas.Imagens.
Lembram-se de onde?Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-9839539204001539932009-05-23T16:09:00.000-07:002009-05-23T16:18:34.959-07:00Let me thank everyone who's been passing by.<br />I will be adding more postcards soon, but I need time to scan them...<br /><br />*(this post is in the international language, just to show that I can write in English better than Mr Socrates can speak Spanish...)Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-81779832793162437932009-05-15T05:22:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:36:25.599-07:00Velhos Postais<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAlsY5egMaCW3pn6e2RqtUx0_beIbfvONbAP6ZPgC0tlPqNtgVQ3Vx9Ka8bIrEsczb_gKHz62ozXQ7XT0cxLL5sGax5zcp8RpvNINN5vogvH2D_2br7pE-11FBtfhIRXlr9IO48mokM54/s1600-h/museu+arte+antiga+08.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAlsY5egMaCW3pn6e2RqtUx0_beIbfvONbAP6ZPgC0tlPqNtgVQ3Vx9Ka8bIrEsczb_gKHz62ozXQ7XT0cxLL5sGax5zcp8RpvNINN5vogvH2D_2br7pE-11FBtfhIRXlr9IO48mokM54/s200/museu+arte+antiga+08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336043306601309730" border="0" /></a><br />Deixei grudado na parede<br /><div class="tex">velhos postais, memórias de um tempo<br />que não volta mais.<br />Na parede, envelhecida e úmida,<br />cartas e retratos do meu tempo.<br /><br />Os papéis amarelados perdidos entre tantos<br />recortes,já desgastados e sem vida,<br />não revelam mais nada.<br />Na foto desbotada, vejo um coração<br />desenhado e dentro dele dois papéis<br />de chocolates colados.<br /><br />Na parede sem cor,<br />vi retratado um velho amor,<br />vi também poemas de Drummond,<br />pedaços de uma canção de Chico<br />Buarque, uma fita do bomfim e<br />um bilhete remendado.<br /><br />E olhando de longe aquela parede,<br />tão cheia de retalhos,<br />Tão fria...<br />Tão distante...<br />Percebi que uma parte de minha<br />vida se transformou em velhos postais,<br />coleção de objetos que não carrego mais.<br />E de tudo finda apenas a lembrança,<br />Fica uma saudade de um tempo<br />que não me pertence mais.<br /><br /></div><div class="boxtexto" id="blkTexto"> <div class="aut">Ana Clea Bezerra de Abreu<br /><br /></div> <div class="info"><span style="font-size:78%;">Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 11/08/2006<br />Código do texto: T213900</span></div> </div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-31369610258867844082007-06-08T06:24:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:01:50.524-07:00ALBUM DE POSTAIS 6<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElAbxswyzlUSun3hDDLIHwZPs0vbljwWUAjF8Z1mf2saLq_F4O3Mc-OO_A4e_8ibWPcdm70eBhfBvXnBiBKRuc3KmJpBIwy1coGM213z6ZhRcK-BGa5qWBSjkRYZSkfNEmNuZttQOY7k/s1600-h/Granada.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073684344876887522" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 271px; height: 183px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElAbxswyzlUSun3hDDLIHwZPs0vbljwWUAjF8Z1mf2saLq_F4O3Mc-OO_A4e_8ibWPcdm70eBhfBvXnBiBKRuc3KmJpBIwy1coGM213z6ZhRcK-BGa5qWBSjkRYZSkfNEmNuZttQOY7k/s320/Granada.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Uf! Está um calor em Espanha que tu nem calculas! Agora estou em Sevilha e não sei se vou a Ceuta. Vamos lá a ver! Espero que gostes de Marrocos, para depois me contares. Tchau, F.</span></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-56530982881185572662007-06-08T06:21:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:02:54.123-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWI1gR5YA9DAzcwKKuQtXK1TvssNuQPBXZZnaPFMMv18EWpgPcyg95NOdlzWGXSfARehUbwvhycayuXzDWQ8RMtrRKH7s0_0V4kiLJRjtQgRdZJfYlt5aytJ5_GzrN9QKQW5jIZGZ6-sE/s1600-h/Lourdes+74.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073683704926760402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 260px; height: 181px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWI1gR5YA9DAzcwKKuQtXK1TvssNuQPBXZZnaPFMMv18EWpgPcyg95NOdlzWGXSfARehUbwvhycayuXzDWQ8RMtrRKH7s0_0V4kiLJRjtQgRdZJfYlt5aytJ5_GzrN9QKQW5jIZGZ6-sE/s320/Lourdes+74.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Minha querida filha:</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Desejo que estejas bem, pois por cá tudo óptimo. Hoje é o último postal que te escrevo em viagem, pois lá para 3ª ou 4ª já estaremos em Lisboa, se Deus quiser. Depois telefono-te. Muitos beijinhos da Mãe.</span></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-5909470169649988082007-06-08T06:15:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:03:45.547-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz829oA4HtlshrQzqpfeIrZhfu8zhSobql-lyH8kaTadMJATDMa4H1j45fn7yjpKw8HXUFhO1MeeUqp_SsdZqMylTBCsj-tVJkoSWWZMbdCo3tAtFnzRX7iUSj0GouzJaAemUDR3nbN-Y/s1600-h/La+Coruna80.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073682867408137666" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 270px; height: 392px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz829oA4HtlshrQzqpfeIrZhfu8zhSobql-lyH8kaTadMJATDMa4H1j45fn7yjpKw8HXUFhO1MeeUqp_SsdZqMylTBCsj-tVJkoSWWZMbdCo3tAtFnzRX7iUSj0GouzJaAemUDR3nbN-Y/s320/La+Coruna80.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Ela</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Grande, grande era a cidade!...</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">- Onde é que eu já ouvi isto?</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">- Tudo ok?</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">- Tudo ok.</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Beijos,</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">L</span></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-59682472645993976862007-06-04T05:09:00.001-07:002009-05-16T15:04:30.802-07:00ALBUM DE POSTAIS 5<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGR9N2zTXpxFcYNiQ7n8wdK1YzRHszwLoI9QmJkxug_HGF0b3HBJROiVa6uNx3nQp2Uzwld58IyA8cqI7Wb1rpxiUdeDriuMN_PDb2pOneAr4B6nusVmMQrM8RWllqGYMPSNC_jdYWeZQ/s1600-h/Montendre+LP+79.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072180934145468850" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 281px; height: 195px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGR9N2zTXpxFcYNiQ7n8wdK1YzRHszwLoI9QmJkxug_HGF0b3HBJROiVa6uNx3nQp2Uzwld58IyA8cqI7Wb1rpxiUdeDriuMN_PDb2pOneAr4B6nusVmMQrM8RWllqGYMPSNC_jdYWeZQ/s320/Montendre+LP+79.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:100%;">Hallo Ela<br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">I send you some greatings from Montendre. Yesterday evening I arrived after i'd travelled 45 hours. I'll spend twelve days at Montendre, in the house of S. It's very nice here and S.'partents and her brothers are very kind. Have your holidays already begun? I hope you'll enjuy them very much. Good bye, your</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">A.</span></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-39452643217502382412007-06-04T05:01:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:05:24.480-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5W7M1uyoyq1giS86cC8UxxQnZPy5JR6xcJ5I-RIaUHMdhKhbtGhDQ5K_6MFVttCnvL8585ymr2Pmy85rRmSYlXVe5cpg50NM44MFYmBbLqQ5_36wFvDsQX2KtbTaZ-ycTk5878OOoIPc/s1600-h/Hamburgo+80.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072179680015018402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 327px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5W7M1uyoyq1giS86cC8UxxQnZPy5JR6xcJ5I-RIaUHMdhKhbtGhDQ5K_6MFVttCnvL8585ymr2Pmy85rRmSYlXVe5cpg50NM44MFYmBbLqQ5_36wFvDsQX2KtbTaZ-ycTk5878OOoIPc/s320/Hamburgo+80.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Olá Ela<br /></span><div><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Espero que tenhas apanhado uma rica praia "lá em baixo". Ainda pensei escrever em alemão, mas tu ficavas logo de cabelos em pé e achei melhor não. Faz hoje 1 mês que vim e as 3 semanas que passei em Frankfurt foram uma maravilha. Tive sorte com o tempo e a malta era toda bestial. Agora aqui em cima também são porreiros e é só só alemão, mas vou-me desenrascando. Depois falamos e conto tudo e mostro fotografias. Entretanto ontem aqui também houve eleições. Foi uma doideira mas as emissões de TV não vão até tão tarde, porque os resultados também se sabem mais depressa. Fui sabendo os resultados daí. Hmm!! Já não tenho mais papel. No sábado já aí estou. Um "kissy" de</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">C.</span></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-82867962448544325002007-06-04T04:56:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:06:00.529-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFhyy0FQAx9_EOeGjsLNLCItFfki_9dJ1JxTgCESjFgP9LYkt-ZwzM413joKNvG-aMKYuc0NBXnEgcsh3rJRE2oAC_Gf5591j1-rJOg2HzvLxfzW6Gqey60gdte5ZIN6qrpLCAKcvet3I/s1600-h/Berlim+81.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072177893308623250" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 290px; height: 206px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFhyy0FQAx9_EOeGjsLNLCItFfki_9dJ1JxTgCESjFgP9LYkt-ZwzM413joKNvG-aMKYuc0NBXnEgcsh3rJRE2oAC_Gf5591j1-rJOg2HzvLxfzW6Gqey60gdte5ZIN6qrpLCAKcvet3I/s320/Berlim+81.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:100%;">Ela</span> <div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Cá estou nos peles vermelhas, do outro lado é só peles, deste não anda ninguém "pelado".</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Beijos</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">JD</span></div></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-44785437819838194512007-06-01T08:41:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:07:23.575-07:00ALBUM DE POSTAIS 4<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOeeaeEkqVhrrmwfomykZHWpnniXHQIr87Lo7lxTke1aBMaFi0jN-iPo2RlzRgU82WwTQJ2Wv5g8oVFB6cf57rvqEnNQVCB_5Bq0ME-_fmvft8VGSZbMBS03o7HakukiWdQR7bWY3YzwA/s1600-h/Berlim1+81.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071122937671575922" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 261px; height: 182px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOeeaeEkqVhrrmwfomykZHWpnniXHQIr87Lo7lxTke1aBMaFi0jN-iPo2RlzRgU82WwTQJ2Wv5g8oVFB6cf57rvqEnNQVCB_5Bq0ME-_fmvft8VGSZbMBS03o7HakukiWdQR7bWY3YzwA/s320/Berlim1+81.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Ela,</span> <div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Aqui estou na terra dos cow-boys, amanhã devo estar na dos pele-vermelhas.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Chego dia 7, põe-te a jeito para o jantar.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Beijos</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">JD</span></div></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-34410779606789625442007-06-01T08:35:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:08:14.379-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaeWb3i5tRlzuJsxyVFqcKUbn9b1OsE6xFnyMZaHW6yBbZ1Sm0gykzxNI-ZZkGA4Y5FY6K8T8xd1_QZV-2P5Iwon-yt9JD_oIe4RzD_XkF2Uvalfr95wnlLhjAFxhEdx6ZybfYY8j6MAQ/s1600-h/munique+78.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071121382893414738" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 288px; height: 198px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaeWb3i5tRlzuJsxyVFqcKUbn9b1OsE6xFnyMZaHW6yBbZ1Sm0gykzxNI-ZZkGA4Y5FY6K8T8xd1_QZV-2P5Iwon-yt9JD_oIe4RzD_XkF2Uvalfr95wnlLhjAFxhEdx6ZybfYY8j6MAQ/s320/munique+78.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Österreich, 20-08-978</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Ela</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Já em Munique fui protagonista de filmes inéditos, representando o papel de "forasteira" rodeada de olhos azuis e sorrisos louros de "forasteiros" que reconhecem logo a "estranheza da minha caracterização latina.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Agora na Áustria, as filmagens continuam, gravando as valsas, diferentes das danças das cervejarias alemãs.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Mas, os cenários de todas estas representações ficam para depois.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Até lá continua, que eu não me esqueço de viver.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Ciao!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">S</span></div><br /><div></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-92037731392647774752007-06-01T08:29:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:09:24.560-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwJAcGe-Bm5NAeBgTypLc3ksb7tPtNdh3OFHdV5mn1GnChdhWpii2jR7wHpAfuU9Rg2t7D5FuzpOnLLt3FvCvhO7ilpEzKHY2Qv9D3KcpaUjhvSh0jfnmRwfOxCmy-v9IRf-pitvP9Ek/s1600-h/Veneza+77.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071119694971267394" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 332px; height: 223px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwJAcGe-Bm5NAeBgTypLc3ksb7tPtNdh3OFHdV5mn1GnChdhWpii2jR7wHpAfuU9Rg2t7D5FuzpOnLLt3FvCvhO7ilpEzKHY2Qv9D3KcpaUjhvSh0jfnmRwfOxCmy-v9IRf-pitvP9Ek/s320/Veneza+77.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Venezia, 24-08-977</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">-Veneziaaa!...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">-Gondola!Gondoli!Gondollaa!...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">-Santa Luzia! Santa Luuzia!<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">-Bravíssimo Amico!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">E em...:</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">-serenatas!gôndolas!Gondolatas! Tempestades! Violinos! Pintores! Compositores! Avariados! Sóis brilhantes! Cantores! Músicos! Violoncelos! Suspiros! Marcos! Cristais! Leões!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">...ouvia constantemente melodias evaporantes!....!....!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Xau! Salutis!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">S</span></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-76049147913851402642007-05-30T07:43:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:10:12.289-07:00ALBUM DE POSTAIS 3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj529WT2zFQuI1R-6mUYdgFHZmG3ZMUziTNpfiGGaD27Hvqrmg75XvBNK6LYYfIvquvgWzg9Rmg3LpW0zmzhKYwdTKVxmtn6w9d44cQtcCWEVPw1urEIywLDI21EE3t0XVmfv5sgdq-s7o/s1600-h/salamanca+68.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070364865926021026" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 282px; height: 393px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj529WT2zFQuI1R-6mUYdgFHZmG3ZMUziTNpfiGGaD27Hvqrmg75XvBNK6LYYfIvquvgWzg9Rmg3LpW0zmzhKYwdTKVxmtn6w9d44cQtcCWEVPw1urEIywLDI21EE3t0XVmfv5sgdq-s7o/s320/salamanca+68.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Querida</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Abraço e um beijo da sempre amiga,</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">L</span></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-69338948606000617272007-05-30T07:37:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:10:52.954-07:00<div><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > 4-10-976 às 09h,30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsBX6pYRu7QakzXJ2QjGjHHwmDKJXo88CK8YYZKLayQPWUbdPPjnkd1JqhLo9fPc0dI1pRSgbFN4eSFRK3SAnz5kIbhhICIAuN4IxW7ZaIUpMMLaSTH4soehChr467TaHtJm1yVPQgB4/s1600-h/sevilha+76.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070363684810014610" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 283px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsBX6pYRu7QakzXJ2QjGjHHwmDKJXo88CK8YYZKLayQPWUbdPPjnkd1JqhLo9fPc0dI1pRSgbFN4eSFRK3SAnz5kIbhhICIAuN4IxW7ZaIUpMMLaSTH4soehChr467TaHtJm1yVPQgB4/s320/sevilha+76.bmp" border="0" /></a></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Ela</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Quando será que juntos visitaremos esta sumptuosa catedral, e não só, também a Macarena, Torre del Oiro, Bairro Triana, Bairro de Sta Cruz, Jardins de Murillo, Parque Maria Luísa, etc. etc. que fazem desta Sevilha a tal maravilha!!</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Muitos portugueses por cá, mas tu não?!</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;"> Beijos</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;"> JD</span></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-59614967080336443062007-05-30T07:32:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:11:35.793-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSgffqmo6V9nuve5AcorfmmaHHP9MfQ-aC3ViqKBaBpUilF9L7hZtctkn8z1uJ62dB-_FgUV8WTxGWTSkCSZ_pqROsq1nZFoUyRu7ILxUBjD_SlVD2V5COOlZnYJptmN8yLM89iahuPcE/s1600-h/madrid+76.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070362383434923906" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 250px; height: 363px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSgffqmo6V9nuve5AcorfmmaHHP9MfQ-aC3ViqKBaBpUilF9L7hZtctkn8z1uJ62dB-_FgUV8WTxGWTSkCSZ_pqROsq1nZFoUyRu7ILxUBjD_SlVD2V5COOlZnYJptmN8yLM89iahuPcE/s320/madrid+76.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Madrid, 26-08-976</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Ela</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Cá estou eu, na capital espanhola, depois de ter "viajado turisticamente" na portuguesa.</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">O local aqui fotografado é agradabilíssimoe, tem muitas flores vermelhas!...</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Saludos com castanholas,</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">SM</span></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-36659626466042577492007-05-29T05:56:00.000-07:002009-05-16T15:13:14.371-07:00ALBUM DE POSTAIS 2<div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLvs3dL_tEJyHN7Q286sYewxtk34kNRthilZ2i51u76c5BtsIAWrRxyCcapS1X2UNt23oQrX2lwyZuULFzqDV3M6K-d1IGXp9U2CDydznuR_RMP5kOVDmpMWHGDJEa0ZDTtMPtwICIAo/s1600-h/Andorra+67.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069968869941329730" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 258px; height: 218px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLvs3dL_tEJyHN7Q286sYewxtk34kNRthilZ2i51u76c5BtsIAWrRxyCcapS1X2UNt23oQrX2lwyZuULFzqDV3M6K-d1IGXp9U2CDydznuR_RMP5kOVDmpMWHGDJEa0ZDTtMPtwICIAo/s320/Andorra+67.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >18-3-967</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">L</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Tudo bem até aqui, isto é como de costume, bonito.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Por agora é tudo.</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Abraços<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">JD<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhklhY2JhTrYBSq-epMjOQUarV-B_dPa_1ht8QejjWOSnwRds_Lii10DWBBzxvB_MzcR17vIHVAG2ER1jKe0QkxErHqsDKULnPaHj0bBtE0qxLHg6fmVc3OjN30qPZV5y5etu7q5Fw08/s1600-h/Genova+67.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069972271555428210" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 264px; height: 180px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhklhY2JhTrYBSq-epMjOQUarV-B_dPa_1ht8QejjWOSnwRds_Lii10DWBBzxvB_MzcR17vIHVAG2ER1jKe0QkxErHqsDKULnPaHj0bBtE0qxLHg6fmVc3OjN30qPZV5y5etu7q5Fw08/s320/Genova+67.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">20-3-967</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">L</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Continuo a estar como nunca, iniciamos o regresso hoje.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Penso chegar quinta ou sexta.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Abraços e beijos para ti e Ela, cumprimentos para todos.</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">JD<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOsDjZ7t__mcPulScAk6vh46UMgR1K9HKfJv5eCsPtimdA72j2SYOV6hbxqirZ-N1vClXm9W-JRtDU1yabxBxQgMOoVXah_xrPvTH8E2fsmBqvMlfY3bnZgd1ylS0xzkuBbgMek6SuuEg/s1600-h/Roma+77.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069971502756282210" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 297px; height: 208px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOsDjZ7t__mcPulScAk6vh46UMgR1K9HKfJv5eCsPtimdA72j2SYOV6hbxqirZ-N1vClXm9W-JRtDU1yabxBxQgMOoVXah_xrPvTH8E2fsmBqvMlfY3bnZgd1ylS0xzkuBbgMek6SuuEg/s320/Roma+77.bmp" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;">6-Abril-967</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Ela</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Roma é aquela Velha máquina. Velha e muito velha, é óptima para quem gosta de museus e igrejas antigas (eu não gosto!). No entanto tenho me divertido.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Os italianos são brasas morenas cá com uma pinta que nem queiras saber, mas são chatos porque passam o tempo a mandarem bocas. Que idiotas!<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Os romanos são loucos!</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Boa páscoa e diverte-te</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;">C</span></div></div></div></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-29272487825113068332007-05-28T07:24:00.000-07:002008-12-13T05:13:46.432-08:00ALBUM DE POSTAIS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT978q0muIYTMtspBZnohMZ-dPgrOxBj08GzXnOnV_Swe_mEqW_nBf0Q7fFxQOMT6MCLGaAHprSza9RvaXt4K4CE8Bq-yePbCFp334xond6maMErmjFnPKkNgJePNb4MELf-Qcbt0Sg8Y/s1600-h/P1T12.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069617971113246514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT978q0muIYTMtspBZnohMZ-dPgrOxBj08GzXnOnV_Swe_mEqW_nBf0Q7fFxQOMT6MCLGaAHprSza9RvaXt4K4CE8Bq-yePbCFp334xond6maMErmjFnPKkNgJePNb4MELf-Qcbt0Sg8Y/s320/P1T12.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">1-8-966 ÀS 17h</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">As coisas não estão a correr muito bem, mas lá se vai indo.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Isto é uma cidade super-colossal, e ainda não vi nada!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Estou de regresso talves quarta-feira.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Adeus</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">JD</span></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-34610944725228104872007-05-28T07:15:00.000-07:002008-12-13T05:13:46.618-08:00ALBUM DE POSTAIS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOQFRgPiD8o7ddsz01e4i4bo1m68eQ12_l-6XJyc6FElP2AOP16MBajpCRNCywEnpcsm9cxhjoeNHR3w1sSUgGwdaA7Na6pLopGOCTNEM-j22Y2eowVE4u2nMdkTkElLLnwGkdMpJQtI/s1600-h/P1T13.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069615875169206050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOQFRgPiD8o7ddsz01e4i4bo1m68eQ12_l-6XJyc6FElP2AOP16MBajpCRNCywEnpcsm9cxhjoeNHR3w1sSUgGwdaA7Na6pLopGOCTNEM-j22Y2eowVE4u2nMdkTkElLLnwGkdMpJQtI/s320/P1T13.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Geneve - 12- o5-966 às 13h,00</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">L saudades; isto é maravilhoso.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Corre tudo às mil maravilhas, penso ir a ITÁLIA.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Beijos para Ela.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Au Revoir et "até breve"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">JD</span></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472957665635141714.post-78109084471036356162007-05-28T06:11:00.000-07:002008-12-13T05:13:46.759-08:00ALBUM DE POSTAIS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJAWqllnqGH_puq-EQFc8rPOtxB01sv0jmX9yH1BR8DTFvHin79yaxbUVsxxb56IaQa_IF8jVlbw4dlmwM53iRL5ifoI8xbpVCmtRn99NwBTJbwKGwcq3nwClmoxRbzfzjgbGiubqPvc0/s1600-h/Burgos+66.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069604201448095506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJAWqllnqGH_puq-EQFc8rPOtxB01sv0jmX9yH1BR8DTFvHin79yaxbUVsxxb56IaQa_IF8jVlbw4dlmwM53iRL5ifoI8xbpVCmtRn99NwBTJbwKGwcq3nwClmoxRbzfzjgbGiubqPvc0/s320/Burgos+66.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Burgos, 10-5-966, 10h,30</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Beijos.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Xicuração para Ela.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Tudo muito bem, até aqui.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Volto a escrever.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Até breve.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">JD</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">N.B. - Gostava que visses isto. "Fantástico"</span></div>Elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04401324289815412858noreply@blogger.com0