<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605</id><updated>2012-01-24T01:24:16.604+01:00</updated><title type='text'>aRt et utopie. Betty Branco Martins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-3340509919939652418</id><published>2011-12-08T04:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T04:21:07.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings......___________///</title><summary type='text'>


when an act insaneI give me to the wordsyour face ... has the flavor of the planets
eternally inscribedthe back of the mirrorsI hug youI feel youI love yousyllables within your light blueas all the scores in the rain in my chesta heart that beatsonly because he loves you ....
© Betty Branco Martins

(acrylic painting of Betty Martins)

. Images et textes d'auteur Betty Branco Martins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/3340509919939652418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/3340509919939652418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2011/12/feelings.html' title='feelings......___________///'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqkMW2AYhgo/TuArvEKO5aI/AAAAAAAADDs/zmZMvDxrOZk/s72-c/pintura-betty+martins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-5405687383052185832</id><published>2011-07-06T02:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T04:12:42.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>je respire où tu palpites</title><summary type='text'>


l'amour fait comprendre à l'âme l'univers - salubre et béni ________ et cette petite flamme seule éclaire l'infini  




je respire où tu palpites_________ 
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sans ton sourire -  que ferai-je du matin ?
{Victor Hugo}
...les photos privés de Betty Branco Martins
. Images et textes d'auteur Betty Branco Martins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/5405687383052185832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/5405687383052185832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2011/07/je-respire-ou-tu-palpites.html' title='je respire où tu palpites'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nmc0KrbTxxI/ThORuto07gI/AAAAAAAADBc/MUwLFUqQV94/s72-c/bettymeujardim24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-2801608910958591332</id><published>2011-03-11T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:07:56.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>







.___________________la somiglianza riproduce l'aspetto formale degli oggetti - ma trascura il loro spirito______la verità mostra lo spirito e la sostanza nella loro perfezione.
[Ching Hao]
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.noi deriviamo la nostra vitalità dal magazzino della pazzia.
[Cioran]

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© Betty Branco Martins
.imagens e textos com Direitos Autorais de Betty Branco Martins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/2801608910958591332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/2801608910958591332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MS60KfaMyUw/TXp5cSI7AkI/AAAAAAAAC9k/i20qihNXQpM/s72-c/bettycisnebrancoenegro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-3452344821184175875</id><published>2010-11-16T01:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:10:13.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>la mia vita senza di me__________________...</title><summary type='text'>

_____________il fait quelque chose de très simple_____puis dit:

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.je compris que cela n'avait jamais été ni fait - nipensé - ni dit.________et soudain - tout me parut d'unevirginité parfaite. 



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____________{Tout le passé du monde complète-ment absorbé dans le moment present}
_______________________________
© Betty Branco Martins

.imagens e textos com Direitos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/3452344821184175875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/3452344821184175875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2010/11/la-mia-vitasenzadi-me.html' title='la mia vita senza di me__________________...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/TOHGN7TTSrI/AAAAAAAAC50/NndIbEywMmg/s72-c/fragmentos33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-3903773743863254512</id><published>2010-03-12T00:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T23:52:52.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
...
Intemporal...
.___________________Paulo. merci pour cette cadeau trés spécial á moi. 

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._______________un ami fidéle est une tour forte et qui l´a trouvé a trouvé un trésor
...


...___________________l'amitié



.c'est ce qui vient au coeur quand on fait ensemble des choses belles et difficiles_______________///





.la vraie amitié n'a pas besoin de mots pour venir en aide à l'autre</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/3903773743863254512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/3903773743863254512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2010/03/intemporal.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/S6ex-rC3bNI/AAAAAAAAC2U/TaPngZe-rAE/s72-c/bettyazulmulher10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-3252117041468414696</id><published>2009-10-29T19:40:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:47:45.184+02:00</updated><title type='text'>.les mots__________________pour toi comme une caresse.Paulo. Intemporal .</title><summary type='text'>


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._______________________le silence est aussi plein de sagesse et d'esprit en puissance que le marbre non taillé est riche de sculpture...
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.se voir comme les autres nous voient est un don fort salutaire.voir les autres comme ils se voient est tout aussi précieux________...

.____________nous sommes des anges avec une aile seulement et pouvons voler seulement en </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/3252117041468414696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/3252117041468414696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/10/les-mots.html' title='.les mots__________________pour toi comme une caresse.Paulo. Intemporal .'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SxcXujxIh6I/AAAAAAAACuo/BIq1TJ7ofZs/s72-c/bettynatalfrances.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-2801972290913851244</id><published>2009-09-29T20:46:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:42:02.491+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sur le regard de David Lynch</title><summary type='text'>.un offre________{cadeau du coeur} très spécial    
   de mon chéri ami Paulo .______Intemporal 
_________________________...   
  .______le monde contemporain n'est peut-être pas exactement l'endroit le plus brillant où l'on puisse rêver de vivre...  __________________________///    .c'est une espèce d'étrange carnaval. où il y a pas mal de douleur mais qui peut-être assez drôle aussi  . . .    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/2801972290913851244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/2801972290913851244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/09/sur-le-regard-de-david-lynch.html' title='sur le regard de David Lynch'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SsNmeJ6khxI/AAAAAAAACgo/igMDFRf6BpE/s72-c/flor+do+paulo-marbela.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-3702637189525799418</id><published>2009-07-13T21:09:00.019+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:03:55.228+02:00</updated><title type='text'>amitié vraiment__________________et l'art</title><summary type='text'>
{peinture. de ma chérie ami. Fá de_____Salp!car te }
..


J'ai longtemps habité sous de vastes portiques -
Que les soleils marins teignaient de mille feux -
Et que leur grands piliers - droits et majestueux -
Rendaient pareils - le soir - aux grottes basaltiques

..

Les houles - en roulant les images des cieux -
Mêlaient d'une façon solennelle et mystique -
Les tout - puissants accords de leur </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/3702637189525799418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/3702637189525799418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/07/amitie-vraimentet-lart.html' title='amitié vraiment__________________et l&apos;art'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SluGwT46VwI/AAAAAAAACYI/b0BeUthQ-NA/s72-c/F%C3%81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-2727987787203833077</id><published>2009-07-03T02:22:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:59:44.167+02:00</updated><title type='text'>RÉPRESSION________________!____________</title><summary type='text'> ...
_______.non - la liberté n’est pas le droit de dire ou de faire n’importe quoi - dans n’importe quelle circonstance - suivant la seule volonté d’individus isolés ou en groupes.




{peinture: répression, coercition, menace, botte bout d'acier} ...{…}_______avoir des droits individuels signifie aussi avoir des devoirs à l’égard des autres individus. ''la liberté des uns s’arrête là où </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/2727987787203833077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/2727987787203833077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/07/repression.html' title='RÉPRESSION________________!____________'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/Sk5PvtX6CxI/AAAAAAAACXY/cTdZhB-WGDE/s72-c/bettycabe%C3%A7aASSI.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-4716079736460305981</id><published>2009-06-25T19:42:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:56:28.171+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pascal Blaise___________la vérité dans les mots</title><summary type='text'> ///


.l'art de persuader consiste autant en celui d'agréer qu'en celui de convaincre


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 {photo.un cadeau de Paulo Intemporal}
...
l'imagination - c'est cette partie décevante dans l'homme - cette maîtresse d'erreur et de fausseté________et d'autant plus fourbe qu'elle ne l'est pas toujours


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.l'affection ou la haine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/4716079736460305981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/4716079736460305981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/06/pascal-blaisela-verite-dans-les-mots.html' title='Pascal Blaise___________la vérité dans les mots'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SkO7y14viCI/AAAAAAAACVo/lBox-70jsDg/s72-c/OMEUMUNDOASSIN4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-4353375096724676015</id><published>2009-06-17T02:58:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:09:29.569+02:00</updated><title type='text'>JIDDU KRISHNAMURTI________________la vérité</title><summary type='text'> .être créatif ce n'est pas simplement produire des poèmes - des statues ou des enfants : c'est être dans un état où la vérité peut entrer en existence. la vérité naît lorsqu'il y a cessation complète de la pensée : et la pensée ne disparaît que lorsque le moi est absent - lorsque l'esprit a cessé de créer - c'est-à-dire lorsqu'il n'est plus prisonnier de ses poursuites





 .lorsque l'esprit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/4353375096724676015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/4353375096724676015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/06/jiddu-krishnamurtila-verite.html' title='JIDDU KRISHNAMURTI________________la vérité'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh37NolYVcE/Sm3-HsNX8MI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IfdX92_isRU/s72-c/bettymulherseionu_assinado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-6282784193056922153</id><published>2009-06-06T03:05:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T04:02:03.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dans l'esprit de Breton</title><summary type='text'>


. le surréalisme repose sur la croyance à la réalité supérieure de certaines formes d'associations négligées jusqu'à lui - à la toute-puissance du rêve - au jeu désintéressé de la pensée. il tend à ruiner définitivement tous les autres mécanismes psychiques et à se substituer à eux dans la résolution des principaux problèmes de la vie [...]








.dans l'esprit de Breton - l'analogie entre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/6282784193056922153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/6282784193056922153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/06/dans-lesprit-de-breton.html' title='Dans l&apos;esprit de Breton'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SinITOFus2I/AAAAAAAACTw/HZ4IDS9fIDs/s72-c/ascensaoassinadaJPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-6159862734935006196</id><published>2009-05-29T04:00:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:24:16.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>les paroles de________________jacques Brel</title><summary type='text'>
.le talent - ça n'existe pas. le talent - c'est d'avoir envie de faire quelque chose____________________ ///______________ .je vous souhaite des rêves à n'en plus finir et l'envie furieuse d'en réaliser quelques-uns_________________ _______________________________________.___________   .___________la bêtise________c'est de la paresse       ...[images avec des Droits d'auteurs de Betty Martins] </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/6159862734935006196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/6159862734935006196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/05/les-paroles-dejacques-brel.html' title='les paroles de________________jacques Brel'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-SkF4hR6kY/Tx355N3OyOI/AAAAAAAADJU/mD4HR32vDk8/s72-c/betty.azul22+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-2817220414485863583</id><published>2009-05-21T02:54:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:54:51.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LES MOTS DE MALRAUX</title><summary type='text'>
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Le courage est une chouse qui s´organise - qui vit et qui meurt - qu´il faut entretenir comme les fusils
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La force suprême de l´arte et de l´amour est de nous contraindre à vouloir épuiser en eux l´inépuisable
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La tendresse inspirée par la mort fait aimer les vivants qui l´éprouvent

....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/2817220414485863583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/2817220414485863583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/05/les-mots-de-malraux.html' title='LES MOTS DE MALRAUX'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/ShSnLdTsKxI/AAAAAAAACQE/g5At9wjVE4A/s72-c/bettytrabalhorosaassinado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-2764745311498127105</id><published>2009-05-07T23:01:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:36:54.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MALRAUX ET COCTEAU</title><summary type='text'> ...._____la Gioconda sourit parce que tous ceux qui lui ont dessiné des moustaches sont morts

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tout art est une révolte contre le destin de l’Homme_______________///

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.______il y a des vérités qu'on ne peut dire qu'après avoir obtenu le droit de les dire

.__________la source désapprouve presque toujours l'itinéraire du </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/2764745311498127105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/2764745311498127105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/05/malraux.html' title='MALRAUX ET COCTEAU'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SgNOHE-AHdI/AAAAAAAACOE/zu5-UippbPE/s72-c/bocaBETTY15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-5292044326913907595</id><published>2009-04-15T16:14:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:07:47.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Le bruit et la fureur</title><summary type='text'> Fureur et mystèreRejetés par la jeune fille, ils sont pourtant beaux comme des camions, les Roger et Roland, bardés de fer et de muscles, toujours prêts à se tomber dessus à grand bruit d'épées. Ce mouvement incessant, qui court d'un bout à l'autre du récit, a inspiré les dessinateurs virtuoses qu'étaient Jean-Honoré Fragonard et Gustave Doré. Illustrer 'Roland furieux' était l'occasion pour eux</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/5292044326913907595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/5292044326913907595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/04/le-bruit-et-la-fureur.html' title='Le bruit et la fureur'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SeXwyrx7bJI/AAAAAAAACLE/MgdbPpxQjVE/s72-c/la+fureur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-6141163047309339874</id><published>2009-04-09T17:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:07:29.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessach. Páscoa. Pâques. Pasqua. Pascua. Easter</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/6141163047309339874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/6141163047309339874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/04/pessach-pascoa-paques-pasqua-pascua.html' title='Pessach. Páscoa. Pâques. Pasqua. Pascua. Easter'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/Sd4bNRTlLGI/AAAAAAAACJk/2serGgnwmnM/s72-c/P%C3%81SCOA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-6154858720434617844</id><published>2009-03-25T19:06:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:36:45.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Camille Claudel____________</title><summary type='text'>

.___________soeur de l'écrivain Paul Claudel - Camille verra le jour à Fère-en-Tardenois le 8 Décembre 1864. elle passera une partie de son enfance à Villeneuve-sur-Fère. désireuse de devenir sculpteur - elle s'installera à Paris dès l'âge de dix-sept ans. elle est alors d'une grande beauté: "un front superbe - surplombant des yeux magnifiques - de ce rare bleu si rare à rencontrer ailleurs que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/6154858720434617844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/6154858720434617844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/03/camille-claudel.html' title='Camille Claudel____________'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SeX9mGNRxoI/AAAAAAAACLU/zSlOv4lBOoE/s72-c/camille+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-2786600527726608642</id><published>2009-03-20T19:42:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:19:58.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>liberté dans l’usage du langage</title><summary type='text'>






.il faut affranchir la parole du carcan du sens pour accéder à une plus grande liberté dans l’usage du langage. avec les Champs magnétiques s’ouvre ainsi la voie féconde du surréalisme qui irradiera la poésie du siècle.___________________________                                                        ...




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"L'au-delà, tout l'au-delà est dans cette vie."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/2786600527726608642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/2786600527726608642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/03/liberte-dans-lusage-du-langage.html' title='liberté dans l’usage du langage'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/ScPk6hOxVwI/AAAAAAAACAw/qeDGHmUIA9s/s72-c/FLORESBRANCAScompoem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-5501583889941038895</id><published>2009-03-03T19:35:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:35:24.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>écrit Apollinaire</title><summary type='text'> 








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._____________elle brille à côté du soleil












.a quoi certaines nations doivent-elles la puissance de poésie qui accompagne leur gloire, et que n’altère pas même leur agonie ? les hommes ont rêvé des palais achéménides depuis la Haute-Egypte jusqu’à l’Asie centrale____de la Cour Sassanide__depuis Byzance jusqu’à l’Inde et d’Ispahan___depuis Paris jusqu’à Pékin. dans leur </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/5501583889941038895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/5501583889941038895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/03/ecrit-apollinaire.html' title='écrit Apollinaire'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SbaVhE4k-_I/AAAAAAAAB8A/EBhN6y4rlfk/s72-c/rosaM%C3%83OVERTICAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-7599823873869881742</id><published>2009-02-15T17:51:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:20:18.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.ÂME__________________poéSie et l'At</title><summary type='text'>".__________mais dans tes yeux entr'ouverts







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._____deux petites vagues sont restées
démons et merveilles
vents et marées
deux petites vagues pour me noyer "


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 " .______beaucoup plus tard au coin d'un bois

.dans la forêt de la mémoire
surgis soudain
tends-nous la main
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[Jacques Prévert]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/7599823873869881742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/7599823873869881742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/02/poesie-et-lat.html' title='.ÂME__________________poéSie et l&apos;At'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SZhbxHreR7I/AAAAAAAAB2c/OO6hTUWDBmw/s72-c/AZUL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-501801841849384590</id><published>2009-02-14T15:27:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:30:42.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.L'AMOUR______________ET L'ART</title><summary type='text'>


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/501801841849384590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/501801841849384590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/02/lamouret-lart.html' title='.L&apos;AMOUR______________ET L&apos;ART'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SZbWibRc1mI/AAAAAAAAB1c/R42xZrLzdHM/s72-c/leavemebreathless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-5976196512837775905</id><published>2009-01-31T03:04:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:32:43.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A________natureza.a.sua.artE</title><summary type='text'>._______vão até ao "espaço" da minha querida... TULIPA .___partilhar da sua felicidade


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Nuno de Sousa Fotografo

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 .façam um clik______não custa nada___. (http://www.fotogenicos.net/)

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.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/5976196512837775905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/5976196512837775905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/01/anaturezaasuaarte.html' title='A________natureza.a.sua.artE'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SYcz7lAvj3I/AAAAAAAABxc/-amPCWpv6q4/s72-c/t%C3%BAlipaexposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-1322911848127856535</id><published>2009-01-26T19:31:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:37:16.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[DES]telhados__________________///</title><summary type='text'>
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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/1322911848127856535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/1322911848127856535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/01/destelhados.html' title='[DES]telhados__________________///'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SX4FirdSZRI/AAAAAAAABv0/ZiMfl8ZoJ_4/s72-c/poeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-7666934074525082280</id><published>2009-01-18T23:53:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:26:57.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LES ÉCRITS S'ENVOLENT LES PAROLES RESTENT</title><summary type='text'>._________tout écrit est destiné à un lecteur qu´il s´agit d´informer_______
d´émouvoir______de séduire____de convaincre___de surprendre. l´élève______



///___________ en écrivant___doit avoir une image de son lecteur afin d´ajusterson travail d´écriture aux attentes de son destinataire_____________...







.propos qui font écho______en plus provocateurs_____à ceux qu'il avait déjà mis dans </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/7666934074525082280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/7666934074525082280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='LES ÉCRITS S&apos;ENVOLENT LES PAROLES RESTENT'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SbaF7crIXRI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/plqTXKJTZG8/s72-c/ROSADEITADAFUNDOPRETO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-7591209788043688736</id><published>2009-01-15T19:13:00.025+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:41:00.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LES AROMES ET LES SILENCES__________///</title><summary type='text'>._____pour tes roses

j’aurais fait

________.un voyage plus long encore

ton soleil n’est pas celui

________qui luit

partout ailleurs

et tes musiques_____.qui s’accordent avec l’aube

sont désormais pour moi

la mesure de l’art

d’après leur souvenir

.je jugerai____________...





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______.suporte para um_______intervalo______



...____________de luz e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/4027730426572212719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054359332211444605/posts/default/4027730426572212719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artetutopie.blogspot.com/2009/01/helena-almeida.html' title='HELENA  ALMEIDA________________///'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SWIZlrF98pI/AAAAAAAABhs/NHv-yG0TxqU/s72-c/Helena+almeida3.doc' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054359332211444605.post-3823967135823104576</id><published>2008-12-28T18:22:00.024+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:46:22.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.__________________________...Maria João Pires._____le piano</title><summary type='text'>________________________...___________________._________l'art une caresse dans Belgais ________________///______________________...
 









le temps et venu______...
le temps et venu de refermer les mains_____.
de recueillir les dons à donner______///




pourquoi laisser le couer dans la poitrine faire fleurir la tristesse____
._______acheminer
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._____LUZ E_______________SOMBRA_________...


___________________.///.______________________








_________________.__________________...

.pensamento utópico____________aquele que se liga à razão

______________.///.______________________




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.a_________figura mais admirável é aquela_________que pelas suas acções _____________melhor expressa_________.a paixão que a anima



.____________________________///





_______________________.///.________________________

______________a amiZade em_____________________esPecial




._______aMiga



...________as palavras 



.já


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