tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19935067887771434872011-07-07T18:51:36.472-07:00these are my echos...a soft repetition of musical phrases...Anonymahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323561968877152251noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993506788777143487.post-62016313898576870072009-12-27T12:15:00.000-08:002009-12-27T12:26:41.255-08:00<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/SzfAv0YB7MI/AAAAAAAABeQ/JqLXV9qijyE/s1600-h/Frank+Capra.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/SzfAv0YB7MI/AAAAAAAABeQ/JqLXV9qijyE/s400/Frank+Capra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420012604309499074" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O vazio... de uma era de cruezas.<br />Apontamento de que existem palavras que não devemos retocar.</span></span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993506788777143487-6201631389857687007?l=seven-echos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323561968877152251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993506788777143487.post-46132539597559048842009-11-29T14:40:00.000-08:002009-11-29T14:44:24.363-08:00<div align="center"><br /></div><object width="425" height="344" align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span>Bohemian Rhapsody<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">By The Muppets</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993506788777143487-4613253959755904884?l=seven-echos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323561968877152251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993506788777143487.post-61808917575261116762009-10-02T12:30:00.000-07:002009-10-02T12:37:04.354-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/SsZWU5U63KI/AAAAAAAABcA/aG39zuAwpvE/s1600-h/HdeTL.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/SsZWU5U63KI/AAAAAAAABcA/aG39zuAwpvE/s400/HdeTL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388088921181314210" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pela luz reencontrada no mais negro dos abismos.<br />Pela cor de uma impressão.<br />Por um amor maior que a vida.</span></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993506788777143487-6180891757526111676?l=seven-echos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323561968877152251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993506788777143487.post-61820202444279630172009-08-12T13:57:00.000-07:002009-08-12T14:09:45.804-07:00<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/SoMuAVn8pII/AAAAAAAABbQ/rO12tO-9mi0/s1600-h/HelenaAbreu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/SoMuAVn8pII/AAAAAAAABbQ/rO12tO-9mi0/s400/HelenaAbreu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369185764095337602" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As ondas quebraram uma a uma<br />Eu estava só com a areia e com a espuma<br />Do mar que cantava só p ra mim.<br />by Sophia de Mello Breyner</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993506788777143487-6182020244427963017?l=seven-echos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323561968877152251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993506788777143487.post-80888934049221675972009-07-12T12:04:00.000-07:002009-07-12T12:26:59.598-07:00<p align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/Sloz62zhpTI/AAAAAAAABZ8/veNATW_s56Q/s1600-h/baker_60.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/Sloz62zhpTI/AAAAAAAABZ8/veNATW_s56Q/s400/baker_60.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357651792947684658" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Observando tudo isso que resta dele, mas que não é ele, vem-me à memória uma fita de Pollack de 1969, a que convencionaram chamar "Os cavalos também se abatem"...</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993506788777143487-8088893404922167597?l=seven-echos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323561968877152251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993506788777143487.post-11881167281879312112009-06-08T13:04:00.000-07:002009-06-08T13:53:38.166-07:00<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/Si1v3jfvNII/AAAAAAAABXk/ti4svMOLkAM/s1600-h/catpeople2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/Si1v3jfvNII/AAAAAAAABXk/ti4svMOLkAM/s400/catpeople2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345051332970493058" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ainda hoje, quando mergulho numa piscina coberta oiço o ronronar de uma pantera.<br />Inesquecível Irena, sim!<br /><br />Título Original: Cat People<br />Realização: Jacques Tourneur<br />Intérpretes: Simone Simon, Kent Smith, Tom Conway, Jane Randolph, Jack Holt<br />Fotografia: Preto e Branco<br />EUA, 1942<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993506788777143487-1188116728187931211?l=seven-echos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323561968877152251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993506788777143487.post-10978909291083910122009-06-01T12:17:00.000-07:002009-06-01T12:22:25.278-07:00<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/SiQppeizqYI/AAAAAAAABW0/mzLTq2XoFew/s1600-h/ultima_tira.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/SiQppeizqYI/AAAAAAAABW0/mzLTq2XoFew/s400/ultima_tira.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342440850518681986" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sempre!</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993506788777143487-1097890929108391012?l=seven-echos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323561968877152251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993506788777143487.post-30733244420661258482009-05-25T14:14:00.000-07:002009-05-25T14:31:02.692-07:00<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/ShsKf_YIdeI/AAAAAAAABWE/TGY5QdruclQ/s1600-h/sunset03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/ShsKf_YIdeI/AAAAAAAABWE/TGY5QdruclQ/s400/sunset03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339873327882728930" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Um filme des tout petits riens mas absolutamente fabuloso e actual.<br /><br />Título Original: Sunset Boulevard<br />Realização: Billy Wilder<br />Intérpretes: Gloria swanson, William Holden, Erich Von Stroheim, Nancy Olson e Fred Clark.<br />Fotografia: Preto e Branco<br />EUA, 1950<br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993506788777143487-3073324442066125848?l=seven-echos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323561968877152251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993506788777143487.post-17829200051346775402009-05-20T13:06:00.000-07:002009-05-20T14:03:58.555-07:00<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/ShRnXFlZXgI/AAAAAAAABV0/6BvJoetuAqs/s1600-h/maison_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/ShRnXFlZXgI/AAAAAAAABV0/6BvJoetuAqs/s400/maison_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338005104674561538" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">A imagem não existe sem a palavra, complementam-se na magia do claro escuro capaz de abarcar todo um arco íris. E, após tanto tempo,...Il est la, à nouveau devant nous!<br />[</span></span><a href="http://bd.casterman.com/articles_detail.cfm?ID=187"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://bd.casterman.com/articles_detail.cfm?ID=187</span></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">]</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993506788777143487-1782920005134677540?l=seven-echos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323561968877152251noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993506788777143487.post-51677177627218611612009-05-17T08:05:00.000-07:002009-05-17T08:21:26.959-07:00<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/ShAo-9o23CI/AAAAAAAABVc/bh93SHRR9a0/s1600-h/annie-leibovitze28094sarajevo-1993.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJHU4FeFsM/ShAo-9o23CI/AAAAAAAABVc/bh93SHRR9a0/s400/annie-leibovitze28094sarajevo-1993.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336810620596968482" /></a></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sem corpos. Na ausência e na plenitude da cor. A recordar-nos que a violência é também ela feita de pujantes ausências.</span></span></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1993506788777143487-5167717762721861161?l=seven-echos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anonymahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323561968877152251noreply@blogger.com3