tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20491677385418709902024-02-18T18:28:07.684-08:00Vive la FranceNádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.comBlogger1034125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-86390405228278846092016-04-17T05:38:00.001-07:002016-04-17T05:38:46.295-07:00Primavera em Paris<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Era uma vez um cego sentado na calçada. Essa calçada não era uma calçada qualquer.<br /> Era em Paris!<br /> Aos pés dele havia um boné vazio e uma tabuleta onde estava escrito:<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> "Por favor, ajude-me, sou cego".<br />
Um publicitário, da área de criação, que passava em frente a ele, parou
e viu umas poucas moedas no boné. Sem pedir licença, pegou o cartaz,
virou-o, pegou o giz e escreveu outro anúncio.<br /> Voltou a colocar o pedaço de madeira aos pés do cego e foi embora.<br />
Pela tarde, o publicitário voltou a passar em frente ao cego que pedia
esmola. Agora, o seu boné estava cheio de notas e moedas.<br /> O cego
reconheceu as pisadas e lhe perguntou se havia sido ele quem re-escreveu
seu cartaz, sobretudo querendo saber o que havia escrito ali.<br /> O publicitário respondeu:<br /> "nada que não esteja de acordo com o seu anúncio, mas com outras palavras".<br /> Sorriu e continuou seu caminho.<br /> O cego nunca soube, mas seu novo cartaz dizia:<br /> "É primavera em Paris, mas eu não posso vê-la".<br /> E essa frase tocou a alma dos que por ali passavam...</span></span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-65138209365255134382016-04-17T05:35:00.000-07:002016-04-17T05:36:36.516-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bela, sem enfeites. De uma beleza que acaba de se arrancar ao sono.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Jean Racine</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-55129571292720359662016-04-17T05:33:00.001-07:002016-04-17T05:33:36.495-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Jean Racine</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-66087149534790611432016-04-17T05:31:00.000-07:002016-04-17T05:31:39.413-07:00A borboleta e a flor <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">A pobre flor disse à borboleta: não fujas!<br /> Olha como os nossos destinos são<br /> diferentes:<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Eu fico, e tu vais embora!<br /> E, todavia, amamo-nos,<br /> Vivemos sem os homens, longe deles.<br /> Somos parecidas:<br /> Dizem que ambas somos flores!<br /> Mas, infelizmente,<br /> O ar leva-te e a terra prende-me.<br /> Destino cruel!<br /> Quisera eu perfumar o teu vôo,<br /> Com aroma no céu.<br /> Mas não, andas demasiado longe,<br /> A esvoaçar por entre as flores.<br /> Foges, e eu fico sozinha<br /> A ver a minha própria sombra<br /> Girar aos meus pés.<br /> Foges, depois voltas,<br /> Vais-te embora outra vez,<br /> E brilhas algures!<br /> Por isso me encontras sempre,<br /> Em cada madrugada,<br /> Orvalhada em lágrimas!<br /> Ah! Afim que o nosso amor possa<br /> Viver dias de felicidade,<br /> Raínha minha,<br /> Ganha raízes como eu,<br /> Ou dá-me asas como tu!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A tradição de desfolhar os malmequeres começou na Idade Média. Se um
cavalheiro andasse com um malmequer sem uma pétala, queria dizer que já
tinha escolhido a sua dama.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Na França, as margaridas desfolham-se assim:<br /> il/elle m'aime, un peu, beaucoup, passionément, à la folie, pas du tout.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Adieu tristesse!<br /> Bonjour tristesse!<br /> Tu es inscrite dans les lignes du plafond.<br /> Tu es inscrite dans les yeux que j'aime.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Y a d'la joie Bonjour bonjour les hirondelles Y a d'la joie Dans le
ciel par dessus le toit Y a d'la joie Et du soleil dans les ruelles Y a
d'la joie Partout y a d'la joie.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Charles Trenet</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-86981527668718592562016-04-17T05:23:00.003-07:002016-04-17T05:23:35.424-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"La vie est un défi à relever,<br /> Un bonheur à mériter,<br /> Une aventure à tenter."</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-15007085295471272712016-04-17T05:20:00.003-07:002016-04-17T05:20:58.183-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Ne regrette jamais.<br /> Les moments qui<br /> T'ont fait sourire.<br /> Car ce sont<br /> Ces moments que<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Tu n'oublieras jamais!"</span></span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-27266672601489565912016-04-17T05:19:00.001-07:002016-04-17T05:19:25.079-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">L’amour est clair comme le jour, l'amour est simple comme le bonjour,
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Jacques Prévert</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-83336628892955474582016-04-17T05:16:00.001-07:002016-04-17T05:16:16.463-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Alfred de Musset</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-50770544427551610112016-04-17T05:12:00.001-07:002016-04-17T05:12:39.641-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Não dê ouvidos aos conselhos de ninguém, senão o do vento que passa e nos conta as histórias do mundo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Claude Debussy</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-39767403380781244962016-04-17T05:09:00.000-07:002016-04-17T05:09:02.039-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">A simplicidade é a essência do grande, do verdadeiro, e do belo na arte.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> George Sand</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-24292142306029467312016-04-17T05:07:00.000-07:002016-04-17T05:07:34.550-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"La vie est un défi à relever,<br /> un bonheur à mériter,<br /> une aventure à tenter."</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-59261062099371866112016-04-17T05:04:00.001-07:002016-04-17T05:04:37.808-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"S'il existait un arbre de l'amour, j'en ferais des boutures que je distribuerais à tous ceux qui en ont besoin."</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-359536014438287872016-02-02T08:13:00.001-08:002016-02-02T08:13:59.924-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Trois choses rafraichissent le coeur et délivrent du chagrin :<br /> L'eau, les fleurs, la beauté féminine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Proverbe sanskrit</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-6913974928065951212016-02-02T08:11:00.000-08:002016-02-02T08:11:30.952-08:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Il est dans la beauté et dans la vertu un charme invisible qui fait
tomber les portes de fer, et qui amollit les coeurs de bronze!"</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049167738541870990.post-57505031212049742492016-02-02T08:04:00.002-08:002016-02-02T08:06:27.364-08:00 ''Les Feuilles Mortes''<br />
C’est une chanson, qui nous ressemble<br />
Toi tu m’aimais et je t’aimais<br />
Nous vivions tous, les deux ensemble<br />
Toi que m’aimais moi qui t’aimais<br />
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Tout doucement sans faire de bruit<br /> Et la mer efface sur la sable les pas des amants désunis</span><br />
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Oh! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes<br />
Des jours heureux ou nous étions amis<br />
En ce temps-la la vie était plus belle,<br />
Et le soleil plus brulant qu’aujourd’hui<br />
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent a la pelle<br />
Tu vois, je n’ai pas oublié…<br />
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent a la pelle,<br />
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi<br />
Et le vent du nord les emporte<br />
Dans la nuit froide de l’oubli.<br />
Tu vois, je n’ai pas oublié<br />
La chanson que tu me chantais.<br />
C’est une chanson qui nous ressemble<br />
Toi, tu m’aimais et je t’aimais<br />
Et nous vivions tous deux ensemble<br />
Toi qui m’aimais, moi qui t’aimais<br />
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment<br />
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit<br />
Et la mer efface sur le sable<br />
Les pas des amants désunis.<br />
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent a la pelle,<br />
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi<br />
Mais mon amour silencieux et fidèle<br />
Sourit toujours et remercie la vie<br />
Je t’aimais tant, tu étais si jolie,<br />
Comment veux-tu que je t’oublie?<br />
En ce temps-la, la vie était plus belle<br />
Et le soleil plus brulant qu’aujourd’hui<br />
Tu étais ma plus douce amie<br />
Mais je n’ai que faire des regrets<br />
Et la chanson que tu chantais<br />
Toujours, toujours je l’entendrai!<br />
C’est une chanson qui nous ressemble<br />
Toi, tu m’aimais et je t’aimais<br />
Et nous vivions tous deux ensemble<br />
Toi qui m’aimais, moi qui t’aimais<br />
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment<br />
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit<br />
Et la mer efface sur le sable<br />
Les pas des amants désunis.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Le végétarien n'est pas difficile : tout ce qu'il<br /> demande, c'est une salade de trèfles à quatre feuilles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tenha coragem para as grandes adversidades da vida e paciência para
as pequenas, e quando tiver cumprido laboriosamente sua tarefa diária vá
dormir em paz. Deus está acordado.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Victor Hugo</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0