tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92055081075368982612023-11-16T08:41:17.490+01:00duas mil palavrasR.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058895807533778976noreply@blogger.comBlogger242125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-50996052299914239042015-11-24T00:04:00.002+01:002015-11-24T00:05:21.065+01:00Monday mood.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Go easy on you. Simplify. Slow down. Firm yet gently. Enjoy the week.</div>
<br />F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16170976993107297387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-46955512208851526552015-09-13T19:14:00.001+02:002015-09-13T19:14:11.052+02:00family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058895807533778976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-83524614848455666792015-09-05T01:43:00.003+02:002015-09-05T01:43:12.249+02:00too good<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058895807533778976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-57839763092833016712015-09-03T16:47:00.003+02:002015-09-03T16:47:25.107+02:00Shoes.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And they are mine. Soft Ballerinas. Slip-Ons. Looking for an effortlessness look. Dress it easy, simple, classy.<br />
Já andava de olho nelas <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/184366178471932156/">aqui</a> e depois arranjei uma <i>affordable version</i> <a href="https://instagram.com/p/7Gd9qWMV5U/?taken-by=massimodutti">aqui</a>.<br />
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Acabei de ler hoje. Um livro devorado durante os quinze dias de férias e que se estendeu por estes primeiros dias de trabalho. As últimas páginas foram lidas enquanto me lavavam e secavam o cabelo e me faziam as unhas no cabeleireiro. Em meu redor ouvia o secador e as conversas sobre os filhos a regressarem às escolas, as peripécias das férias e dietas. Ouvia tudo como um barulho de fundo, porque na verdade estava a sofrer com o fim da história da Amélia Garayoa. </div>
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Numa assentada de 1084 páginas (sim, são muitas, desencorajadoradoras, sobretudo para quem é mãe de uma criança de 4 anos, ávida por cambalhotas e futeboladas e com conhecimento que estamos de férias e por isso disponíveis 24/24 para a brincadeira) passa-se em revista a história do séc XX na Europa, com enfoque na guerra civil espanhola, calcurreando a 2.ª guerra mundial e a guerra fria, parando na queda do muro de Berlim, chegando até aos nossos dias. Um romance, com história à mistura, contado de uma forma tão inteligente e envolvente que é impossível quebrar ao fim das primeiras 100, ou 200, ou 300, ou até 500 páginas.</div>
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Adoro livros que me prendem, que me fazem perder o sono (e eu sou mesmo sonecas), que me fazem aproveitar qualquer momento, só para ler mais uma página. Adoro livros que me fazem sentir que ali num qualquer momento, eu já nem sei bem onde estou, tão perdida e envolvida que me deixam. </div>
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Abençoados aqueles que sabem escrever assim, e que conseguem sacar dos outros este tipo de emoções. Abençoados os criativos, sejam eles de que área forem, porque têm o poder de despoletar turbilhões de sentimentos (alegria, tristeza, energia, melancolia...) em pessoas como eu, mais do reino dos racionais, cinzentos, fãs de listas e excel. </div>
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As férias de Verão 2015 ficam para a minha memória casadas com este "Diz-me quem sou". Uma leitura sugerida num jantar de amigos, que guardei por uns meses (raios, porque não me lembrei antes de o ler :). Agora fica o vazio, a angústia de encontrar um substituto à altura. Deve ser mais ou menos o sentimento que os artistas têm perante o que fazer depois do sucesso da sua obra, mas na vertente do utilizador. Damn it. And now what?</div>
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F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16170976993107297387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-32880539318045117362015-09-01T14:02:00.001+02:002015-09-01T14:02:08.206+02:00Hoje tu, amanhã eu<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RBQ-IoHfimQ" width="560"></iframe>R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058895807533778976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-48311609551078338302015-08-31T13:27:00.001+02:002015-08-31T13:27:54.952+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058895807533778976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-79973018331363015472015-08-28T13:33:00.000+02:002015-08-28T13:35:02.112+02:00tempo livre = criatividade<iframe src="https://embed-ssl.ted.com/talks/lang/pt-br/stefan_sagmeister_the_power_of_time_off.html" width="640" height="360" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe>R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058895807533778976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-11129944496579852912015-08-28T12:37:00.002+02:002015-08-28T12:37:30.632+02:00Self care<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"<i>Se alguém lhe disser que fazer bolo de chocolate é difícil, de certeza absoluta que nunca tentou esta receita…</i><br />
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<li>4 ovos</li>
<li>2 chávenas de chá de açúcar</li>
<li>2 chávenas de chá de farinha</li>
<li>1 chávena de chá de óleo</li>
<li>1 chávena de chá de leite</li>
<li>1 chávena de chá de chocolate em pó</li>
<li>1 colher de sobremesa de fermento em pó</li>
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<li>100 ml de natas</li>
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<br />R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058895807533778976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-61279349655606730182015-08-26T14:33:00.000+02:002015-08-27T14:39:52.579+02:00Chia pudding for breakfast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058895807533778976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-18979051572186569322015-08-26T14:16:00.000+02:002015-08-26T14:16:23.442+02:004 anos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quatro anos de ti minha filha e eu achava que era feliz antes de te ter.</div>
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Na hora em que nasceste eu rebentei em lágrimas, hoje sou consciente que nem soube interpretar tamanha explosão. Hoje filha eu sei, eu sei que nesse momento passei a sentir um amor tão grande que mantenho com dificuldade dentro do meu peito. Não sei onde vai parar porque cresce e cresce, todos os dias. Nunca poderia imaginar que serias assim, nem por fora, nem por dentro. A tua doçura, a tua beleza, o teu olhar perspicaz, o teu coração de ouro, a tua criatividade, o teu cheiro.</div>
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Obrigada filha.</div>
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As férias foram maravilhosas, o Alentejo de fora para dentro. Os dias de praia em familia, a amizade sem "mas", a felicidade dos miúdos, os pequenos almoços divinos e o cheiro a costa alentejana. Odeceixe é sempre bom e merecerá um post.</div>
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Mas Monsaraz é a partir deste Verão a aldeia mais bonita do mundo, onde vivi momentos de felicidade pura e ensinamos a nossa filha, deitados no "nosso" pátio, numa bonita cama improvisada, a olhar tranquilamente para as estrelas. Foi o céu mais bonito que já vi, aconchegados uns nos outros, a alegria dela, a paz, a beleza e o amor que me aqueceu da cabeça aos pés. Como diz a minha amiga Ana... escrever para não esquecer. </div>
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ps: nessa noite conheci a Márcia. Estou segura que "A pele que há em mim" foi a música que mais ouvi e cantei à minha filha durante a gravidez. A Márcia tem uma menina da idade da minha, partilharam brincadeiras e disputaram chocolates. O último albúm dela está em loop no meu Spotify.</div>
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Parabéns meu amor, obrigada por fazeres de mim uma pessoa melhor.</div>
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Eu: Rita onde está o laço que a mamã te pôs?<br />
Ritinha: me lo quité. <i>(tirei-o)</i><br />
E.: y eso??<br />
R.: Porque soy una vaquera <i>(cowgirl)</i><br />
E: e????<br />
R: y las vaqueras no llevan chichos!!! <i>(as cowgirls não usam totós)</i><br />
... y todo el mundo me conoce <i>(e todos me conhecem)</i> - faz cara de nojenta<br />
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Eu: Rita onde fizeste essa "pupa" que tens no braço <i>(pupa= dói-dói)</i><br />
R: ha sido una jirafa que estaba en cima de un árbol con un cuchillo ... tu no estabas mama, estaba solo yo y papa. <i>(foi uma girafa que estava em cima de uma árvore com uma faca... tu não estavas mamã, só estava eu e o papá)</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Ritinha almost 4 years old</span>R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058895807533778976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-44228915994934871932015-08-04T21:10:00.002+02:002015-08-04T21:12:53.607+02:00Praise of slowness | Kids<br />
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Ainda na minha nova tentativa de "building myself" - sim amiga, devemos andar na mesma onda, mesmo à distância (don't let me forgotten in your old life) - ando a ler isto, slowly but surely. Começa por situar o papel da criança/infância nos últimos 100 anos e no que nos tornamos como pais, informados e acelerados. Back to the basics please.</div>
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Tão mas tão apaixonada por este livro. É enorme e de uma beleza rara. Ando a namora-lo, olho para ele, passo as mãos sobre as folhas, imagino todas aquelas ilustrações nas minhas paredes, penso em todos os trabalhos que tenho para depois do verão e inspiro-me... ainda não o comprei mas sei que não demora muito.R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058895807533778976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-46157376315857393502015-08-04T11:09:00.001+02:002015-08-04T11:09:29.947+02:00Today must read article: "Why I Quit Shopping At Zara"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Insisting that people swear off fast-fashion brands would be completely ridiculous. That genre of stores make it possible for the average person to participate in current fashion trends, and many of them are making a concerted effort to be more socially conscious. <b>However, it is worth reevaluating your approach to shopping and remembering that there are in fact a variety of other available and fairly easy options.</b> I will happily still wear some of my fast-fashion mainstays on occasion, but will no longer rely on them as heavily. As I remind myself with all my other advices: everything in moderation.</i><br />
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Como uma viciada na Zara (quem não será), daquelas que passa na loja pelo menos uma vez por semana e no site uma vez a cada dois dias... confesso que começo a ficar farta desta minha adição. Que sentido fará? Que raio de extra poderes subliminares estarão por trás da máquina que nos obriga aquele consumo desmedido... :O<br />
Cá por mim, a coisa vai ser mais ou menos como uma dieta!<br />
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Commitment. F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16170976993107297387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-80669556151010721252015-07-31T17:41:00.001+02:002015-07-31T17:42:29.158+02:00Current Affair about Kids Brand: Wold and RitaJá tinha a <a href="http://www.wolfandrita.com/collections/daydreaming-with-kelly/">Wolf and Rita</a> na minha lista de bookmarks, e a cada coleção foi-me conquistando mais. É uma super lufada de ar fresco. Muito original, muito pouco convencional, pouco cor de rosa e fofinha. Sai da minha zona de conforto, e eu gosto desse exercício.<br />
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A inspiração desta AW15/16 é deliciosa - o pintor Ellsworth Kelly, assim como o nome da coleção: "Daydreaming with kelly". <br />
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<br />F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16170976993107297387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205508107536898261.post-2281435079227277052015-07-31T16:31:00.002+02:002015-07-31T16:32:42.754+02:00"Abaixo os avós. E já!"A "must read" article.<br />
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<i><b>Por tudo isto</b>, os avós são perigosos para os pais. Porque os
obrigam a ser mais amorosos, mais justos e mais atentos. E a ser
pacientes e a sorrir. E os intimam a escutar com o coração. E a ser
firmes, sábios mas serenos. E a ser bondosos, sempre, claro. Por tudo
isto, os avós são uma ameaça para os pais. Sendo assim, pais de todo o
mundo, uni-vos. E gritai: "Abaixo os avós. E já!"</i><br />
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