tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356172385341027322024-02-06T21:04:14.223-08:00Inexorável tempoNádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.comBlogger408125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-58673568457902894152015-04-09T07:28:00.003-07:002015-04-09T07:28:58.235-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">O tempo não é uma medida. Um ano não conta, dez anos
não representam nada. Ser artista não significa contar, é crescer como a
árvore que não apressa a sua seiva e resiste, serena, aos grandes
ventos da primavera, sem temer que o verão possa não vir. O verão há de
vir. Mas só vem para aqueles que sabem esperar, tão sossegados como se
tivessem na frente a eternidade.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Rainer Maria Rilke</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-87712997861283684432015-02-26T05:34:00.001-08:002015-02-26T05:34:28.152-08:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Um novo dia começa e o amor novamente se derrama em pétalas
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<span style="font-size: large;">Edna Frigato</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Que o dia surja como manhã de primavera, florindo delicadezas em cada tic tac do relógio.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">O tempo é a imagem móvel da eternidade</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">O tempo consome as coisas, e tudo envelhece com o tempo.</span></div>
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que as nuvens me puxam pelos vestidos,<br />
que os ventos me arrastam contra o meu desejo!<br />
Apressa-te, amor, que amanhã eu morro,<br />
que amanhã morro e não te vejo!</span></div>
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nácar de silêncio que o mar comprime,<br />
ó lábio, limite do instante absoluto!<br />
Apressa-te, amor, que amanhã eu morro,<br />
que amanhã eu morro e não te escuto!</span></div>
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a anêmona aberta na tua face<br />
e em redor dos muros o vento inimigo...<br />
Apressa-te, amor, que amanhã eu morro,<br />
que amanhã eu morro e não te digo...</span></div>
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Cecília Meireles</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-47315262623802871742015-01-10T05:01:00.001-08:002015-01-10T05:01:02.193-08:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"[...]Devia era, logo de manhã, passar um sonho pelo rosto. É isso que impede o tempo e atrasa a ruga.[...]"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Ainda que chova, ainda que doa.Ainda que a distância
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<span style="font-size: large;">Deixe que o tempo passe e já veremos o que ele traz.<br />Gabriel García Marquez</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-36046013705989801042014-04-13T06:02:00.001-07:002014-04-13T06:02:25.053-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Só há um tempo em que é fundamental despertar. Esse tempo é agora.<br />Buda</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-44859688663599335512014-02-20T05:29:00.000-08:002014-02-20T05:29:12.412-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">O tempo rende muito quando é bem aproveitado.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fez-se uma pausa no tempo, cessou todo meu pensamento, e como acontece uma flor também acontece o amor...Assim, sucedeu assim e foi tão de repente que a cabeça da gente vira só coração...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Tom Jobim</span><br /><i class="aut"><a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/tom_jobim/"></a></i>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-28839512817345899422014-01-31T11:52:00.000-08:002014-01-31T11:52:01.440-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Amigos não consultem os relógios quando um dia me for de vossas vidas... Porque o tempo é uma invenção da morte: não o conhece a vida - a verdadeira - em que basta um momento de poesia para nos dar a eternidade inteira".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mario Quintana</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-8314023204525087212014-01-21T17:39:00.000-08:002014-01-21T17:39:31.452-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“O tempo é audível; também se pode ouvir a eternidade.”<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Paulo Mendes Campos</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-78879928796460861342014-01-21T17:38:00.002-08:002014-01-21T17:38:35.152-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“A vida não é julgada pelo tempo mas pelas memórias dos momentos especiais.”<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Leonid S. Sukhorukov</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-61660599447651613862014-01-21T17:38:00.000-08:002014-01-21T17:38:05.956-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">José Saramago</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-79990098070378591352014-01-21T17:37:00.000-08:002014-01-21T17:37:13.992-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“O tempo pusera-se a contar os dias desde o princípio, agora usando a tábua de multiplicação para tirar o atraso. (...) O tempo, ainda que os relógios queiram convencernos do contrário, não é o mesmo para toda gente.”<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">José Saramago</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-82687243765432082872014-01-21T17:35:00.003-08:002014-01-21T17:35:51.980-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Deixe que o tempo passe e já veremos o que traz.”<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Gabriel García Marquez</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-47271232377659210212014-01-21T17:35:00.000-08:002014-01-21T17:35:09.153-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dostoiévski</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-54976957065431915742014-01-15T17:20:00.000-08:002014-01-15T17:20:14.847-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Há muito tempo que tudo dorme”<br /> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Fugit irreparabile tempus - foge o irreparável tempo.”<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Virgílio</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“O fenômeno da música que nos é dado com a única finalidade de estabelecer uma ordem nas coisas, inclusive, e especialmente, a coordenação entre o homem e tempo.”<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Igor Stravinsky</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435617238534102732.post-28773475165227194692014-01-15T17:16:00.000-08:002014-01-15T17:16:02.770-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Perdido é todo o tempo que em amor não se gasta.”<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Torquato Tasso</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0