tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13830629362529488622011-08-05T17:37:11.682+01:00Uma casa para a verborreia fotográfica que me sai do computador... Porque não há brinquedo melhor que uma câmara digital!Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-73842204809180555922008-01-27T22:59:00.001+01:002008-01-27T23:00:33.007+01:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Foi uma vida curta, mas apesar disso produtiva!<br /><br /> Ficam as imagens, memórias de si próprias...<br /> <br /> Quanto a mim... ADEUS!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-7384220480918055592?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-87463632890245476262007-12-07T16:12:00.001+01:002007-12-07T16:16:32.327+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/R1ljxShbfPI/AAAAAAAAAzg/iXju02cIcik/s1600-h/casal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/R1ljxShbfPI/AAAAAAAAAzg/iXju02cIcik/s400/casal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141250148056923378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/R1ljJihbfOI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Ql563Ekxwbo/s1600-h/casal.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-8746363289024547626?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-87929193210522422452007-10-28T23:40:00.000+01:002007-10-28T23:42:57.899+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RyUQP8iZ5_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Sf_rYAXzvcs/s1600-h/HPIM3500.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126521616965691378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RyUQP8iZ5_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Sf_rYAXzvcs/s400/HPIM3500.JPG" border="0" /></a> A eterna<span style="color:#ffffff;"> noiva</span> do tejo, sempre bela no entardecer....<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-8792919321052242245?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-62377046139313493742007-10-23T17:38:00.001+01:002007-10-23T17:39:47.086+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rx4js1egA0I/AAAAAAAAAwI/cpuTLEgvk0Q/s1600-h/HPIM3403.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124572679170425666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rx4js1egA0I/AAAAAAAAAwI/cpuTLEgvk0Q/s400/HPIM3403.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ferreira do Alentejo<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-6237704613931349374?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-52591101204595752802007-10-15T12:09:00.000+01:002007-10-15T12:11:36.359+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RxNKs1egAiI/AAAAAAAAAt4/0OAl1JpIE28/s1600-h/tarde.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121519335380091426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RxNKs1egAiI/AAAAAAAAAt4/0OAl1JpIE28/s400/tarde.jpg" border="0" /></a> como uma aurora invertida, nuvens leves carregadas de desejos desfeitos<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-5259110120459575280?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-30327191181475495222007-09-25T13:51:00.000+01:002007-09-25T13:53:35.293+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RvkEf1egAXI/AAAAAAAAAsg/l_swbp7LJ-k/s1600-h/HPIM3186.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114123796833370482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RvkEf1egAXI/AAAAAAAAAsg/l_swbp7LJ-k/s400/HPIM3186.JPG" border="0" /></a> ...que encerram em si toda a doçura e inocência selvagem do mundo...</div><div align="center">Teremos já sido assim um dia?<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-3032719118147549522?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-64005273124177264852007-09-14T13:56:00.000+01:002007-09-14T14:00:32.907+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RuqFS0UbpTI/AAAAAAAAArU/Bp8-71jDGiE/s1600-h/florença+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110043285533730098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RuqFS0UbpTI/AAAAAAAAArU/Bp8-71jDGiE/s400/floren%C3%A7a+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Onde tudo é negativo, porque o positivo voga por entre as páginas do tempo comum. Era uma vez um lugar em tudo semelhante ao nosso mundo, mas em que tudo estava invertido. Não vos parece o paraíso?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Corredor de Vasari, Uffizzi, Florença</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-6400527312417726485?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-76058758567675707062007-08-30T00:26:00.001+01:002007-08-30T00:30:42.973+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RtYA-y0BkzI/AAAAAAAAAo8/AUd9-PMiORk/s1600-h/missao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104268306462905138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RtYA-y0BkzI/AAAAAAAAAo8/AUd9-PMiORk/s400/missao.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff6666;"> </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it.</span> Só desejava que não tivesse de ser <span style="color:#ff0000;">eu</span>...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Parma, Piazza Garibaldi (podem ver o dito ali ao fundo...)</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-7605875856767570706?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-72728043897726831162007-08-28T22:21:00.000+01:002007-08-28T22:26:39.084+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RtSSJy0BkxI/AAAAAAAAAos/CMW9l9y1euA/s1600-h/celeste+e+gaby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103864974674072338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RtSSJy0BkxI/AAAAAAAAAos/CMW9l9y1euA/s400/celeste+e+gaby.jpg" border="0" /></a> Num futuro pós-apocalíptico, só os <span style="color:#ff0000;">descrentes</span> persistem. Pode uma coisa em que <span style="color:#ff0000;">não acreditas</span> afectar-te?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Celeste e Gabriela em Cáceres, museu Vostel</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-7272804389772683116?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-67606024059458544322007-08-23T13:34:00.001+01:002007-08-23T13:37:04.957+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rs1_AC0BklI/AAAAAAAAAnM/340Uu12F3cw/s1600-h/libelinha+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101873591612445266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rs1_AC0BklI/AAAAAAAAAnM/340Uu12F3cw/s400/libelinha+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"> Brilhante</span>, <span style="color:#ff9966;">bela</span> e <span style="color:#ff9900;">fatal</span> - a <span style="color:#ff0000;">Libelinha</span> porta consigo os nossos <span style="color:#33ccff;">sonhos</span> de <span style="color:#3366ff;">água</span>...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-6760602405945854432?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-30364246809769027512007-08-06T01:36:00.000+01:002007-08-06T01:39:25.191+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RrZtNe-p_FI/AAAAAAAAAms/4CgJAQoA8l4/s1600-h/HPIM3045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095380106837883986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RrZtNe-p_FI/AAAAAAAAAms/4CgJAQoA8l4/s400/HPIM3045.JPG" border="0" /></a> Deusa dos <span style="color:#00cccc;">mares</span>, rainha das<span style="color:#ff6666;"> paixões</span>, matrona do <span style="color:#ff0000;">amor</span>, leva-me contigo para um paraíso de infinita <span style="color:#ffffcc;">ternura</span>...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-3036424680976902751?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-24675278624211563792007-08-01T13:37:00.000+01:002007-08-01T13:38:47.394+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RrB-lu-p-_I/AAAAAAAAAl8/EiUb6HkZj9U/s1600-h/HPIM2965.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093710365287119858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RrB-lu-p-_I/AAAAAAAAAl8/EiUb6HkZj9U/s400/HPIM2965.JPG" border="0" /></a> Como um pequeno sol que nos queima o olhar, a luz abre o seu caminho no infinito da noite<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-2467527862421156379?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-27084755664637428892007-07-26T22:25:00.000+01:002007-07-26T22:27:22.436+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RqkRce-p-zI/AAAAAAAAAkc/136fKgfkUxI/s1600-h/HPIM2981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091620034768927538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RqkRce-p-zI/AAAAAAAAAkc/136fKgfkUxI/s400/HPIM2981.JPG" border="0" /></a> Um poço de luz na escuridão, para acalmar o medo dos demónios interiores que nos assombram na treva...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Castelo de Palmela</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-2708475566463742889?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-58760948050482995032007-07-18T02:04:00.000+01:002007-07-18T02:07:32.076+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rp1nXAtQ-DI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jGu_DQhY1AE/s1600-h/florença+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088336799023036466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rp1nXAtQ-DI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jGu_DQhY1AE/s400/floren%C3%A7a+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;">No cimo da sua torre, o monstro ESPERA</span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Florença</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-5876094805048299503?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-8387674332054861602007-07-05T16:03:00.000+01:002007-07-05T16:13:49.324+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Ro0J7lRfemI/AAAAAAAAAf0/eMGAZPeFuu4/s1600-h/barco.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083730473593567842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Ro0J7lRfemI/AAAAAAAAAf0/eMGAZPeFuu4/s400/barco.jpg" border="0" /></a> A memória eclipsa-se no suave balançar das ondas, no oceano vasto do eterno olvido</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Vista da Arrábida</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-838767433205486160?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-39487079956255789572007-07-04T14:59:00.000+01:002007-07-04T15:08:11.935+01:00<div align="center"><em></em><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Roupc1RfejI/AAAAAAAAAfc/BPJw2zrc97A/s1600-h/spider1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083342917219613234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Roupc1RfejI/AAAAAAAAAfc/BPJw2zrc97A/s400/spider1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:78%;">O pesadelo do ser humano não é nada comparado com o pavor da aranha</span></em><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-3948707995625578957?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-78029385977986514342007-07-01T23:11:00.000+01:002007-07-01T23:16:11.922+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rogm81RfeYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Um_KWN5bKsA/s1600-h/ze1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082355006022056322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rogm81RfeYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Um_KWN5bKsA/s400/ze1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Perdida na treva dos tempos a identidade dilui-se em finos fios de ouro escarlate vibrando na brisa. Ecos de morte e saudade, suprema infinitude de NADA ser - excepto um fio de ouro escarlate vibrando na brisa...</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-7802938597798651434?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-3669444838982106902007-06-21T02:20:00.000+01:002007-06-21T02:24:02.383+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RnnSpjIn3CI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PvDae957Yr8/s1600-h/maria+e+roma+pop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078321666084822050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RnnSpjIn3CI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PvDae957Yr8/s400/maria+e+roma+pop.jpg" border="0" /></a> O reflexo torna-se o reflexo do reflexo de nós - o eu exterior e superficial que nos atrofia a alma...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Maria e Roma reflectidas no espelho da nave da igreja do Gesù, Roma.</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-366944483898210690?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-9942671736722485342007-06-15T12:22:00.000+01:002007-06-15T12:26:38.152+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RnJ2_DIn27I/AAAAAAAAAb0/dwuYsR_z8Os/s1600-h/HPIM2280.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076250555545279410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RnJ2_DIn27I/AAAAAAAAAb0/dwuYsR_z8Os/s400/HPIM2280.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jornada diária, em direcção à vida, em direcção ao quotidiano, em direcção à experiência...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Cruzamento de dois comboios Fertagus</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-994267173672248534?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-34781941960467431232007-06-10T17:13:00.000+01:002007-06-10T17:18:02.389+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RmwjczIn21I/AAAAAAAAAbE/4vdzoGx-ESY/s1600-h/judas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074469857809390418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RmwjczIn21I/AAAAAAAAAbE/4vdzoGx-ESY/s400/judas.jpg" border="0" /></a> ... O enforcado, preso nas teias da culpa, o ser incompreendido balança na brisa, envolto no cheiro da decomposição, carne morta, alma condenada...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"Queima do Judas", Palmela</span><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-3478194196046743123?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-76326740807444172082007-06-08T11:52:00.001+01:002007-06-08T11:54:54.098+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rmk1KjIn2vI/AAAAAAAAAaU/kyqW3PgB2no/s1600-h/rua+nenhures.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073644910555945714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rmk1KjIn2vI/AAAAAAAAAaU/kyqW3PgB2no/s400/rua+nenhures.jpg" border="0" /></a> Escuro de breu, prenhe de fantasmas e demónios - a salvação está ao virar da esquina...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Rua de Nenhures, Palmela</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-7632674080744417208?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-41598045605701731072007-06-01T19:13:00.000+01:002007-06-01T19:18:31.570+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RmBiWY5vjQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/CoH3MYOHRrQ/s1600-h/gata.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071161317200465154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RmBiWY5vjQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/CoH3MYOHRrQ/s400/gata.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dentro da escuridão, patas de lã atravessam a noite. Dentes aguçados, garras fatais.</div><div align="center">Barriga saciada, é tempo de voltar...</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Foto original, e gata, do amigo David)</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-4159804560570173107?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-64597582493546130982007-05-31T00:14:00.000+01:002007-05-31T00:22:56.257+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rl4Fn45vjOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/zk-_q0yl5BE/s1600-h/sergio+veneza+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070496413313371362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rl4Fn45vjOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/zk-_q0yl5BE/s400/sergio+veneza+1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />E ele esperou, esperou... Os séculos passavam, e ele esperava. Esperava por ela, pelo suave toque da sua pele, pela carícia do seu cabelo, pela doçura do seu cheiro. A lembrança de uma garganta de alabastro contra a palma das suas mãos, os últimos tremores de uma vida palpitante em extinção. O seu amor era forte, poderoso, tirano. Por isso agora esperava, neste canto escuro e abandonado, coberto de vergonha - por redenção.<br />Esperava, esperava, esperando, esperou...<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Eternamente</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-6459758249354613098?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-28899617563119128532007-05-29T23:43:00.001+01:002007-05-31T00:26:42.611+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rlysu2IXcGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UXl9UcnLKG0/s1600-h/milao+2.1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070117201316900962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rlysu2IXcGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UXl9UcnLKG0/s400/milao+2.1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />«Dentro do castelo a vida parou. Com o passar dos anos, as plantas foram crescendo em redor do castelo criando um muro invencível e espalhou-se o boato de que lá dentro vivia um terrível dragão. Um príncipe que ali passava quis saber o que lá havia de verdade. Um velhote avançou e disse-lhe:- Quando era pequeno o meu pai disse-me que tinha ouvido o avô contar-lhe que no castelo dormia uma princesa encantada.O príncipe, que era valente, ficou excitadíssimo com a notícia e meteu-se a caminho do castelo.» </div><div align="center">(<em>A Bela Adormecida)</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-2889961756311912853?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-7029259324926998202007-05-29T08:55:00.000+01:002007-05-29T09:00:20.169+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RlvdNWIXcFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_tn93dUejes/s1600-h/Erasmus+Parma,+Setembro+2006+-+Janeiro+2007+143.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069889026884333650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RlvdNWIXcFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_tn93dUejes/s400/Erasmus+Parma,+Setembro+2006+-+Janeiro+2007+143.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rlvcy2IXcDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/m1Sd5QKGiuY/s1600-h/maria+bd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069888571617800242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rlvcy2IXcDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/m1Sd5QKGiuY/s400/maria+bd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069888717646688322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/Rlvc7WIXcEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VQG4ykfy5LE/s400/maria+bd+2.JPG" border="0" /><br />Brincadeiras, apenas brincadeiras - mas temos de admitir que depois são muito giras para mostrar aos netos! =)<br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-702925932492699820?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383062936252948862.post-48412183504830312512007-05-29T08:32:00.000+01:002007-05-29T08:37:22.095+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RlvYDmIXcCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/G3G2GVlk31I/s1600-h/me+2.1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069883361822470178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PnkdNEa8nc4/RlvYDmIXcCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/G3G2GVlk31I/s400/me+2.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Era a película! Pelo menos para mim... Agora, com uma maquineta digital, um programa engraçado e milhares de fotos à disposição, encontrei uma nova maneira de perder tempo (tempo que poderia aproveitar para vegetar em frente à tv, ou mesmo trabalhar para o prémio Nobel, quiçá!). Este é o começo, vamos ver como é a continuação! </div><div> </div><div>Inté, e fiquem bem!<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383062936252948862-4841218350483031251?l=surrealidadesfotograficas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Betty Coltranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104624524409687583noreply@blogger.com3