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Olhar das Palavras entre o Coração e a Alma. Rodopios,Murmúrios Arrepios, Desvarios e outras Imagens
Fernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-63078310389587897742021-02-04T22:04:00.003+00:002023-05-26T00:12:04.596+01:00Luz lenta e leve na pele das magnólias<p> </p><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_2ss"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Esta manhã num jardim de Gaia o dia surgia na pele das árvores.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Lenta e leve a luz deslizava iluminando indícios de primavera no desabrochar das magnólias.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Levar um cesto e saber colher com cuidado, atenção e orientação do que é comestível e do que é tóxico.<br />
Querem saber o que leva ela na alcofa? Leva muitas urtigas, verdinhas, soculentas e prontas a ser usadas em batidos, sopas ou omeletes. Provámo-las cruas e sabiam bem. Também leva umbigos-de-vénus (<i>Umbelicus rupestris)</i><br />
E na mão o que segura? Erva-das-azeitonas ou Calaminta (<i>Calamintha nepeta</i>)<br />
Para que serve? Para temperar azeitonas mas também para problemas digestivos e dores menstruais devido principalmente ao composto pulegona também encontrado nos poejos <i>Mentha pulegium</i>. É um estimulante uterino e portanto abortiva, não recomendada a grávidas.<br />
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<i>Calêndula arvensis</i> pousada num belo caderno de campo.<br />
Para que serve a calêndula? para cicatrizar feridas e tratar vários problemas de pele.<br />
Para que servem estes grupos de pessoas?<br />
Para perceber que partilhar este conhecimento das plantas medicinais é útil e contagia muita gente: Chefs de cozinha, médicos, aprendizes de naturopatia e simples amantes da Natureza.<br />
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Disfrutamos também da paisagem à volta de Colares sempre ou quase sempre com belas vistas e grande diversidade de plantas.<br />
O que encontramos?<br />
Morugem (<i>Stelaria media</i>), chagas (<i>Tropaeolum majus</i>) ou capuchinhas, labaças (<i>Rumex crispum</i>), cavalinha (<i>Equisetum sp)</i>, silvas (<i>Rubus fruticosus</i>), azedas (<i>Oxalis sp</i>), sobreiros (<i>Quercus suber</i>), prunela (<i>Prunela vulgari</i>s), calaminta (<i>Calamintha nepeta</i>), ipomeia (<i>Ipomea sp)</i>, trompete-de-anjo (<i>Brugmansia sp</i>), dedaleira <i>(Digitlis purpurea)</i>, sabugueiro <i>(Sambucus nigra</i>),dragoeiro (<i> Dracaena draco</i>) castanheiros (<i>Castanea sativa</i>) e nem me lembrei de dizer que as folhas dos castanheiro também são medicinais. E outras tantas que não me recordo.<br />
<br />Fernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-24103832962504801882020-08-21T18:38:00.001+01:002020-08-21T18:38:20.718+01:00Um dia quando eu for árvore<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5Ix950LvRPTL8kRn4RH_6EZJK3bfOGYCpcYEmiD2utAvFZ9jkl-fSbX5HvHYTk4mHl_vSL90OFDbRvyS0VaKBYfvEUSSoiqVXuIVkHXmQhVfQ0ZNq32u1-kKxkYbi9nxgLbZqg/s3264/20190120_163704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5Ix950LvRPTL8kRn4RH_6EZJK3bfOGYCpcYEmiD2utAvFZ9jkl-fSbX5HvHYTk4mHl_vSL90OFDbRvyS0VaKBYfvEUSSoiqVXuIVkHXmQhVfQ0ZNq32u1-kKxkYbi9nxgLbZqg/s640/20190120_163704.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Um dia quando eu for for árvore abanarei os meus troncos e dançarei despenteada em dias de ventania.</p><p>Um dia quando eu for árvore, a minha pele feita tronco, feita casca abrigará pássaros, aranhas, musgos e liquens.</p><p>Um dia quando eu for árvore vou curvar-me para a terra agradecendo a sua imensa generosidade.</p><p>Um dia quando eu for árvore serei terra também, serei solo e minhocas, húmus e composto.</p><p>Um dia quando eu for árvore contarei histórias aos humanos, continuarei sua aliada e prolongarei a minha vida muito para lá do tempo.</p><p>Um dia quando eu for árvore sairei voando por aí feita semente, feita segredo assobiando e cantando, desabrochando em férteis flores, em viçosos rebentos.</p><p>Um dia quando eu for árvore irei desbravar o mundo em verdes fecundos construindo pontes e raízes, balançando-me entre o céu e a terra, entre rios e montanhas.</p><p>Um dia quando eu for árvore não morrerei nunca mais.<br /></p><p><br /></p>Fernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-90542047417282350932019-05-29T18:10:00.003+01:002022-07-29T00:26:09.700+01:00O caminho da seiva<span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 51, 0); color: #003300; font-size: 15.84px; text-align: justify;">A
estaca apoia a árvore. A árvore cresce, a estaca apodrece. É mais
prático escrever dentro, de dentro. É o ponto de vista da seiva. Nem
sempre é possível, é a arte de jardinar. (M.G. Llansol)</span><br />
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Chuva que sobra na sombra das folhas.<br />
Se enreda em babas de aranha<br />
em gotas de luz<br />
teias onde os dias <br />
se tecem velozes<br />
e as noites se arrastam em lentas metamorfoses<br />
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curtas, perforando<br />
a pele do tempo<br />
a pele das folhas<br />
a nossa pele feita de tempo<br />
que se desfolha e se esvai <br />
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Luz lenta<br />
matinal<br />
obliqua<br />
sussurrante<br />
arrastando o dia para dentro da noite<br />
a folha para dentro do chão<br />
a matéria suspensa<br />
espera<br />
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O tempo<br />
deslizante<br />
transforma<br />
a pele<br />
a folha<br />
o dia<br />
a noite<br />
o tempo<br />
curto<br />
curto<br />
as manhãs<br />
sorridentes<br />
a vida<br />
efémera<br />
fugaz<br />
o jardimFernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-85763851997090460952018-01-29T23:12:00.003+00:002018-01-29T23:12:39.605+00:00Dias leves e limpos com sonos tranquilos em noites de luarAcordar de manhã<br />
Respirar fundo e deixar que o azul<br />
limpo e leve<br />
lave<br />
entre em nós<br />
preencha<br />
chegue <br />
derrame luz leve dos dias limpos<br />
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Luz<br />
sopro de nuvens<br />
metamorfose<br />
cortinas diáfanas<br />
brisas deslizando no céu transparente<br />
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enquanto a lua não chega<br />
cheia e segura<br />
sem pressas <br />
baloiçando entre pinheiros<br />
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A noite<br />
essa<br />
entrará sorrateira<br />
enquanto as sombras se alongam<br />
e o luar se espreguiçaFernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-91355961625799604292018-01-09T22:23:00.004+00:002022-07-29T00:24:40.423+01:00A Salvia mais sedutora, resiliente e fotogénica do meu jardim.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sedutora, a mais sedutora de todas as plantas do jardim.<br />
Instalou-se em frente ao vidro da porta que dá para o exterior.<br />
Via-a nascer, curiosa, com o mistério guardado naquele botão quase, quase a desabrochar...<br />
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Ao longo das estações acompanho as metamorfoses da luz atravessando o que resta das flores<br />
revelando pequenos cristais que se iluminam e cintilam nas manhãs de sol com luz oblíqua.<br />
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Faz-me companhia, obriga-me a levantar-me da cadeira do computador, agarrar na NiKon e deitar-me no chão, olhá-la de várias perspetivas.Click, click. A planta mais fotografada do meu jardim.<br />
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Desfolha-se descarada, devagar, uma pétala por dia, dependendo da brisa e fica ali suspensa deixando cair a pele velha. Temo pelo seu desaparecimento. Mas não, continua atravessando ventos e tempestades, estações quentes e frias.<br />
Faz-me companhia esta princesa de cor indefinida entre o rosa e o lilás. E não tem nome?<br />
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claro que tem, chama-se salva, qual delas não sei, são tantas, um dia destes vou perguntar-lhe ficar para ouvir a resposta. <i>Oficinallis</i> não é, <i>elegans</i> também não, <i>hispanica</i> ainda menos, a <i>scalrea </i>também é muito fotogénica mas as suas pétalas não tombam assim ....Também pouco me importa, sei que as folhas são cheirosas e que um dia destes irei fazer com elas uma infusão.<br />
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Gosto de a fotografar e tenho a certeza de que ela também gosta de ser fotografada, contemplada, ajeitada e acarinhada.Se ela soubesse como fica linda nas fotos. Um dia conto-lhe.<br />
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O vento corria, despenteava árvores <br />
Elas riam, rugiam, rangiam<br />
quebravam galhos<br />
gargalhadas sonoras<br />
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assobios<br />
contorciam ramos<br />
desafiavam nuvens que <br />
passavam <br />
pretas<br />
pesadas<br />
a galope no céu<br />
prometendo<br />
chuva<br />
neve<br />
granizo<br />
prometendo o inverno.<br />
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<br />Fernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-91801310952754842702018-01-05T12:52:00.004+00:002018-01-05T12:52:53.885+00:00Árvores de areia, o título poético de uma foto premiada do Luís Quinta.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Árvores são poemas de areia, frágeis e fugazes como a vida, como o tempo que nos ondula os dias que nos modula os sentidos, que nos sussurra aos ouvidos velhas canções de embalar.<br />
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Árvores são abraços que se agigantam e se agitam e imploram.<br />
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A matéria de que são feitas todas as coisas:tempo e pó de estrelas cintilando na impermanência das estações.<br />
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<a href="https://notasdocampo.blogspot.pt/">https://notasdocampo.blogspot.pt/</a>Fernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-67752435782950831212017-07-19T00:41:00.001+01:002017-07-19T00:41:57.273+01:00QUE FRAUDE NOS BIOLÓGICOS?<a href="http://stopogm.net/node/36736#.WW6cs2AEx2c.blogger">QUE FRAUDE NOS BIOLÓGICOS?</a>Fernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-71048195598785529262017-07-16T23:08:00.000+01:002017-07-16T23:10:19.839+01:00A pele dos dias, das coisas e das palavras Na pele das palavras nascem pétalas<br />
cruzam-se caminhos<br />
crescem ideias<br />
germinam pensamentos<br />
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Na pele das palavras<br />
veludo silencioso<br />
ondas acariciando a areia<br />
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Na pele das palavras<br />
tempo veloz<br />
cabelos brancos<br />
rugas no rosto<br />
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A pele do rosto<br />
o tempo das palavras<br />
sem tempo<br />
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Veludo silencioso das ondas<br />
Cabelos brancos do mar<br />
sem tempo<br />
Espuma sem palavras<br />
Pele sem rosto<br />
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Flores efémeras<br />
Tempo frágil<br />
Cabelos brancos<br />
Tempo de palavras sem rosto<br />
Pétalas sem flores<br />
Flores sem nome<br />
nomes sem pele.<br />
Vazio, silêncio e verão.<br />
Caminhos que não se cruzam.<br />
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<br />Fernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-32968911962887454562017-01-30T16:43:00.000+00:002017-07-16T23:10:40.360+01:00MAR DE JANEIRO<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Alvas asas de espuma</span></span><br />
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palavras à espera da noite.<br />
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Pérolas presas na teia do pensamento antes de ser palavra<br />
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Escorrem lentas, secas, acabadas, outonais, as sílabas da estação que se adivinha.<br />
Recolhem-se e encolhem-se as palavras onde o inverno se aninha.<br />
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Enquanto não chegam os dias sem luz, as noites sem forma<br />
o jardim disfruta da tranparência dos instantes em que fugaz e obliqua<br />
a mão morna da manhã acaricia os contornos do tempo vegetal.<br />
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Fernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-23677840132847278632016-09-05T23:30:00.002+01:002016-09-05T23:30:29.883+01:00O SAL DO TEMPO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Passo a passo piso o sal do tempo<br />
enquanto o outono não chega<br />
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A tarde liquida<br />
desfaz-se em espuma e voos de gaivota<br />
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Em mim a dança das ondas <br />
no vai-vem dos dias quentes <br />
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Sombras, brisas e voos abrem caminhos na areia<br />
piso, pouso, páro<br />
páro<br />
piso<br />
pouso<br />
Pés de espuma a caminho de casa<br />
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<br />Fernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-89779347056662030122016-08-16T23:23:00.002+01:002016-08-16T23:23:28.780+01:00Jardim de pérolasEsta manhã acordei com o jardim transformado em poesia.<br />
Poesia de
pérolas tecidas em teias de chuva.<br />
Poesia de fios de luz deslizando no
ar,<br />
pousando leves e líquidos no verde ainda adormecido. (agosto 2015)<br />
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Fernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-22183446020804768292016-07-30T00:05:00.001+01:002016-07-30T00:05:15.268+01:00LUZ SUSSURRANTEDanças comigo?<br />
murmurou mansinha a luz enquanto acariciava o lúpulo
suspenso entre mundos.<br />
E dançaram até a manhã se fazer tarde,<br />
e dançaram
no silêncio quieto dos dias sem brisa, <br />
do tempo sem horas<br />
e dançaram na doce cumplicidade de quem sabe ser apenas sopro.<br />
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Fernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-57701817965536919902016-07-27T01:02:00.001+01:002016-07-27T01:25:00.664+01:00Que pena, a vida na asa de uma gaivota<b>Penas suspensas na pressa dos dias</b><br />
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Penas dançantes nos picos da vida efémera<br />
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Penas pousadas nas plantas...dos pés<br />
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Perfume de penas desabrochando no mistério da flor<br />
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De pena em pena<br />
corre a vida veloz<br />
até ser flor<br />
na asa de uma gaivota<br />
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" Com o sol a trepar pelas árvores<br />
não tardará<br />
que a manhã corra mais limpa<br />
e se possa beber"<br />
Eugénio de AndradeFernanda Botelhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14805940140855922312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21231166.post-92100360407474425622016-06-29T16:37:00.002+01:002022-08-23T19:56:53.920+01:00A mente e a alma que se expande com novas experiências nunca mais voltará á sua antiga dimensão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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