tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38442431831856082942024-03-13T18:44:53.024+01:00Der Sandmann aus Lisboa....................................................................Bruchstücke vom WestrandAlynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-67354506133154760012009-03-06T12:19:00.001+01:002009-03-06T12:21:51.359+01:00'Durch Die Ecken Des Hauses'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkC_8-qrAVvd1FEmtZemSCbSMcbvG9Pkwe71OysFJ4CkLqnfV05G8_xC7AtXChfuDzFP0MfvMMVrSRlzLnoeGjG8OEhROeFn17dE4holYNYmzjanUKVN7AtsHV3Q0G9lL-FE8_FmxnTbA/s1600-h/convite.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkC_8-qrAVvd1FEmtZemSCbSMcbvG9Pkwe71OysFJ4CkLqnfV05G8_xC7AtXChfuDzFP0MfvMMVrSRlzLnoeGjG8OEhROeFn17dE4holYNYmzjanUKVN7AtsHV3Q0G9lL-FE8_FmxnTbA/s400/convite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310032964206746658" border="0" /></a>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-65198336570735388562009-03-06T12:03:00.003+01:002009-03-06T12:18:54.296+01:00Jesus Maria!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jcbNVKxSW6LeNQI75joMN5y9kAA3-ylIvZVdcq2BI7FMTqsZ_hR0QU9voqiBKGjBF26cgb7AximNfGrkHFI_JeGmX7zY4hoOnyRaQsUJ0kAw_xVoQj5ltWeVF5GGNZNCMoAL2EDD7ko/s1600-h/IMG_4952.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jcbNVKxSW6LeNQI75joMN5y9kAA3-ylIvZVdcq2BI7FMTqsZ_hR0QU9voqiBKGjBF26cgb7AximNfGrkHFI_JeGmX7zY4hoOnyRaQsUJ0kAw_xVoQj5ltWeVF5GGNZNCMoAL2EDD7ko/s400/IMG_4952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310029994096144114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ich finde es phantastisch, in solchen Schaufenstern nach einer Story zu suchen, die einzelnen Elemente miteinander zu verbinden, mit dem Auge spazierengehen, sich (g)leiten zu lassen.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Die Widersprüche ergeben plötzlich Sinn.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ob dieses ein Zufall war, oder intuitiv einer Richtung folgte...? Oder vielleicht sogar bewusst arrangiert wurde?</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-69098706097564906452009-01-24T00:23:00.005+01:002009-01-24T01:01:14.687+01:00Nach(t)leben<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPbUXo7vKbOmnnIZuWn2iDfZnDm004TIN7145_oyfanKZM5nBrAnnDcsAs6p9Vv7kbNTeMIwS-FIh1U7hlgXpl1PbyQ2sjF40kyDifgQAKVE2wiqGvPIwzP3K9p8JbrTJL92ToQFnDTww/s1600-h/inc%C3%AAndio+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPbUXo7vKbOmnnIZuWn2iDfZnDm004TIN7145_oyfanKZM5nBrAnnDcsAs6p9Vv7kbNTeMIwS-FIh1U7hlgXpl1PbyQ2sjF40kyDifgQAKVE2wiqGvPIwzP3K9p8JbrTJL92ToQFnDTww/s400/inc%C3%AAndio+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294639175095510962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpdK75e6rZY-7KdinZoqzDD6sTY6t4_cz6_VrrAnjoQtSvBcbCqcHQyuVRudtr8RJGgWd4zU4F3CRx36NED4s0kq73-mIq7ZvtuN4AS3tu42es84hjnB73eoI_aaniNdQXRXR5ChY380k/s1600-h/luzar+bl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpdK75e6rZY-7KdinZoqzDD6sTY6t4_cz6_VrrAnjoQtSvBcbCqcHQyuVRudtr8RJGgWd4zU4F3CRx36NED4s0kq73-mIq7ZvtuN4AS3tu42es84hjnB73eoI_aaniNdQXRXR5ChY380k/s400/luzar+bl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294637282650237906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDEJVxDrAOSShNqbpU0B2ipA1iTzWbYfrbc3cGN6MhjmDdZbBmaFFch_u98TwQZWkCX3XdHJLwjsOlPf6TSJEtb_DTCyWPryWJgEja0ZUNBL-aXu3S9xxXBki8N4X8gRsMQZtfYx7BUQ/s1600-h/swinging+light.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDEJVxDrAOSShNqbpU0B2ipA1iTzWbYfrbc3cGN6MhjmDdZbBmaFFch_u98TwQZWkCX3XdHJLwjsOlPf6TSJEtb_DTCyWPryWJgEja0ZUNBL-aXu3S9xxXBki8N4X8gRsMQZtfYx7BUQ/s400/swinging+light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294634739047453234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Die Nacht ist immer jung, frisch wie ein Frühlingsmorgen, und wenn sie mal müde wird, bricht ein Feuer aus und die Strassencafés machen Überstunden. Der Tejo fliesst weiter gegen die Brandung vor Cascais. Das Morgen-Grauen erwartet den Abend ohne Furcht, der Tag ist nur ein Weg zum Leben (-lassen).Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-79279872528499088062008-12-21T12:41:00.002+01:002008-12-21T12:50:21.772+01:00Auf ein Neues<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnV9t7kqmrVgOQtZm1WzgnYlufW4IGLawzQ-ebHI7EbBMu_S1vIvwddvmIFhffl08WmOjSlFNfcnM7UUEQh44qYfvIn13lUurvD_pTsYHnt_IVGYYHGbIpyMSeM_6vXQrz4I25-ugqHg/s1600-h/votos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnV9t7kqmrVgOQtZm1WzgnYlufW4IGLawzQ-ebHI7EbBMu_S1vIvwddvmIFhffl08WmOjSlFNfcnM7UUEQh44qYfvIn13lUurvD_pTsYHnt_IVGYYHGbIpyMSeM_6vXQrz4I25-ugqHg/s400/votos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282207328407019026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ich wünsche eine warmherzige Weihnacht,<br />ein neues Jahr im Einklang.Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-37215664668288275412008-12-13T20:06:00.004+01:002008-12-13T20:19:09.465+01:00Am selben Ort<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLslxZSrhmXYsdulBNAoTp3tCf_8GXuMxWT62uKPE4pSx9V5twOMSCeofJi3Oru270Cx-JUNwszq1PGHAVhMULVP_o_XdfsxEpg6emglRno9TXfYxMJfV7kdY14-sY1wU2QdYzQS818c/s1600-h/F%C3%B3rmica+%26+neon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLslxZSrhmXYsdulBNAoTp3tCf_8GXuMxWT62uKPE4pSx9V5twOMSCeofJi3Oru270Cx-JUNwszq1PGHAVhMULVP_o_XdfsxEpg6emglRno9TXfYxMJfV7kdY14-sY1wU2QdYzQS818c/s400/F%C3%B3rmica+%26+neon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279353276387275138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Zwischen die grossen Gruppen gezwercht, ein Paar aus dem Rest Europas.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-82664128933707494072008-12-13T19:52:00.004+01:002008-12-13T20:06:00.678+01:00Tascas und so<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwGioGvdOe9qxqQ1wTSszJfuPUMzyjhWgYW6ZSoR-N6V4fIeftDfes6FsGeQMl_6fr361owiwCVTZHE9_43E1HQm3FXWF5jk9bt3aEOu1gdd1clyHc9JsJEZv_TErEbodjOlj8L9vK04/s1600-h/tascas+e+tal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwGioGvdOe9qxqQ1wTSszJfuPUMzyjhWgYW6ZSoR-N6V4fIeftDfes6FsGeQMl_6fr361owiwCVTZHE9_43E1HQm3FXWF5jk9bt3aEOu1gdd1clyHc9JsJEZv_TErEbodjOlj8L9vK04/s400/tascas+e+tal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279350136725838498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Neon, Plastikblumen, Fátima, Fussball, aber das Püppchen sieht kaum nach Fado aus...?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Und wie immer, lange Tische mit Studentenfeten, Sangria, und Hausküche.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eine barbarische Gräuschkulisse.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-74333895476914169152008-10-06T23:11:00.002+02:002008-10-06T23:21:31.603+02:00Tag der Musik<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGCF1IbhC5_HsStKv4WSXr-T6eOIBfQVFTS11yKnYwxe5fn9J0MzgAA8Gp-VELPnkgHDqqhyXTU3aBhE8o8_IVzAyymq-N4on-lu1EvRa7pl0AGjl3SznnYhc6-M1ixF-eywYqkK4ct0/s1600-h/dia+da+m%C3%BAsica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGCF1IbhC5_HsStKv4WSXr-T6eOIBfQVFTS11yKnYwxe5fn9J0MzgAA8Gp-VELPnkgHDqqhyXTU3aBhE8o8_IVzAyymq-N4on-lu1EvRa7pl0AGjl3SznnYhc6-M1ixF-eywYqkK4ct0/s400/dia+da+m%C3%BAsica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254152005281714450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Wegen dieser und anderer Dinge liebe ich es, hier zu wohnen. Der Tag war sehr beschaulich, im Schlendrian zwischen Largo do Carmo, Largo do Duque do Cadaval, Pátio de Siza Vieira,...und meinem Balkon. </span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-83089999602240657582008-10-03T21:57:00.002+02:002008-10-03T22:03:38.145+02:00Danach<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HvGm_eyTijiYT4Swjcf1q8HAwZsQhWlLJ58jeFndcAXp9X8veDSGcyAcQJqHHkEHRhLT-Sr2P7gucLIv7o3uGcYMFpuX1Kd3ErizD9k80V51IpORGf9oCXSNgxiGL1X1VyhSYnu3rwU/s1600-h/depois+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HvGm_eyTijiYT4Swjcf1q8HAwZsQhWlLJ58jeFndcAXp9X8veDSGcyAcQJqHHkEHRhLT-Sr2P7gucLIv7o3uGcYMFpuX1Kd3ErizD9k80V51IpORGf9oCXSNgxiGL1X1VyhSYnu3rwU/s400/depois+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253020140120226082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Rdc-MmashtLR5pWbqO-JTH-QwRkxWJjk60O-Rihe12oaldmDMW2DzSSZcSscdUWnphUXnp1t9N8NJvCzz0cOdw5bea1wSpdZQp3md6b94Y_FKinYpPYPFN3AiDbo5V5yQlF3AE83NOk/s1600-h/depois+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Rdc-MmashtLR5pWbqO-JTH-QwRkxWJjk60O-Rihe12oaldmDMW2DzSSZcSscdUWnphUXnp1t9N8NJvCzz0cOdw5bea1wSpdZQp3md6b94Y_FKinYpPYPFN3AiDbo5V5yQlF3AE83NOk/s400/depois+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253020146639868194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9cuLLPLv8rPmXb2nPEkg79bL32s91ApCSiTmlnCqDIqbG5dhif3tCgF6rYwH4OVnhXurbqjBRSHF0jswTlRXFLsklUtPyY-0ASo_9gMleYrXR59Ac6ruuIgRCSO0PKZuYK_zFg8oZYQE/s1600-h/apita+o+comb%C3%B3io.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9cuLLPLv8rPmXb2nPEkg79bL32s91ApCSiTmlnCqDIqbG5dhif3tCgF6rYwH4OVnhXurbqjBRSHF0jswTlRXFLsklUtPyY-0ASo_9gMleYrXR59Ac6ruuIgRCSO0PKZuYK_zFg8oZYQE/s400/apita+o+comb%C3%B3io.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253020147361399554" border="0" /></a>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-15160492707343623192008-10-01T14:18:00.003+02:002008-10-01T14:25:43.171+02:00What Blue ?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdrpLkev37Tcd4w5jfnzJ3-_TZuU_R4kctylWRTdLMig94NxELohAoa0W6ZYWJmmcF8F5gEOZ1PxYRUT9OBYIitAqV8IuCnPH65a3pSln65n71bMg2D1l3L_kZmqqLD2eYOTTw4ot_pc/s1600-h/what+else....jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdrpLkev37Tcd4w5jfnzJ3-_TZuU_R4kctylWRTdLMig94NxELohAoa0W6ZYWJmmcF8F5gEOZ1PxYRUT9OBYIitAqV8IuCnPH65a3pSln65n71bMg2D1l3L_kZmqqLD2eYOTTw4ot_pc/s400/what+else....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252159412241232050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Die Fliesenkunst erschöpft sich glücklicherweise nicht nur im Blau-Weiss.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Die zeitgenössische Kunst spiegelt sich auch hier, und diese spiegelt den urbanen Raum.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-57938156828956038762008-09-12T01:15:00.003+02:002008-09-12T01:22:25.618+02:00Spätsommer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifB_8ShVR310eFfKg0FzaqBVgOnSn7QY1HcHB0t9meYs7AQ8UtbLZc6FLVKFTf2s70EBpF8_off9onagr_c4wRqdYdsGAMzhyphenhyphen_IDG4nb-C8VK7o0_kGGnNqCwcnqf7k6R6k9EkeGtB0zE/s1600-h/esplanada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifB_8ShVR310eFfKg0FzaqBVgOnSn7QY1HcHB0t9meYs7AQ8UtbLZc6FLVKFTf2s70EBpF8_off9onagr_c4wRqdYdsGAMzhyphenhyphen_IDG4nb-C8VK7o0_kGGnNqCwcnqf7k6R6k9EkeGtB0zE/s400/esplanada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244906945814410786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Der kühle Nordwind bläst einem mal wieder den Reis von der Gabel.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-6159910112777576632008-09-12T01:02:00.004+02:002008-09-12T01:15:26.837+02:00Grotesk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgDfgkj5Ad2KeHHxTE6mwM_su9X-fTUshL-tWBerpnVK4haeWQ_JwKkHdQpDOJLDVM4gEwZj3nPFjq3Vwx84xYqAs5_YI1zJ9iss5LHiUYTjgp58d_la7FIS3mNTAddEHmQgZVsmGIco/s1600-h/doce+F%C3%A1tima.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgDfgkj5Ad2KeHHxTE6mwM_su9X-fTUshL-tWBerpnVK4haeWQ_JwKkHdQpDOJLDVM4gEwZj3nPFjq3Vwx84xYqAs5_YI1zJ9iss5LHiUYTjgp58d_la7FIS3mNTAddEHmQgZVsmGIco/s400/doce+F%C3%A1tima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244903622317026082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Meine häufig-abendliche 'Tasca', zum deftig Essen und auch Fussball-schauen, wenn ich mal dazu aufgelegt bin, was selten der Fall ist. Neonlicht und Fátima, Fliesenwände und Sangria, verölte Plastikblumen und laute Studentengruppen, 'bica' mit 'cheirinho'.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-83381831714710452662008-09-02T03:09:00.002+02:002008-09-02T03:23:22.479+02:00Ferienlager<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhub5Kq2D3WJB_XN_yeZmJ2I1eQ0dE472qK-YPj6tAE-r-OLyY5hSC5XeBN2VG7CKrzxLuh-baBwlTzy9FkqDFfNnfQahof-rBZtvD8QV45zDXNq2luMqphn7yZgkWVpH1a8o1SygHlVO8/s1600-h/ferienlager+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhub5Kq2D3WJB_XN_yeZmJ2I1eQ0dE472qK-YPj6tAE-r-OLyY5hSC5XeBN2VG7CKrzxLuh-baBwlTzy9FkqDFfNnfQahof-rBZtvD8QV45zDXNq2luMqphn7yZgkWVpH1a8o1SygHlVO8/s400/ferienlager+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241225264165462674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Der August ist vorüber, diese Campingplätze nennen sich Ferienorte. Wie immer sind die Zäune durch die Gegenseite gerechtfertigt. Urlaub mit neuen Nachbarn, nur mit Zeltplane dazwischen, statt Ziegelwänden. Die gerettete Idylle vor der gefährlichen Welt. </span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-60405093522917422932008-08-30T00:30:00.004+02:002008-10-01T14:27:49.980+02:00Lx<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWboH8oNbZChJXNJlydcBeqwxAEXyD9eXhrBRNoWNsynoXko5ioGm4iIT10a-SZF33Ncs8PqesR0aXCTXD1vmNzsnmDSyGR2GAXrA4itRI5bqCxMeRczaOPhCMYr2V0Zg6EyNgHWpJQU/s1600-h/no+alto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWboH8oNbZChJXNJlydcBeqwxAEXyD9eXhrBRNoWNsynoXko5ioGm4iIT10a-SZF33Ncs8PqesR0aXCTXD1vmNzsnmDSyGR2GAXrA4itRI5bqCxMeRczaOPhCMYr2V0Zg6EyNgHWpJQU/s400/no+alto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240071882515283682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Lissabon ist ein Weib, luminös, leichtfertig und ein bisschen abgetakelt, voll Charme und etwas glamourös. Ihre Bühne sind sieben Hügel, den 'Backstage' ersteigt man sich über tausend Stufen, und der Tejo sieht aus der Ferne zu während er zum Meer fliesst.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-86373451098548930482008-08-15T21:06:00.004+02:002008-08-15T21:24:08.198+02:00Bühneneingang<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4_rsg9nAdoCGLdGUKSB5jINlaJaYYssvr8YxNbpD6IXjKiqHfkXBmiPhCO1SRYQUOyR_MGteWSTpyRJRINpZhTAXu_P6U0YRNIsZtc9WQQJYq4u2runOkwPtqjo1PTfnXuHn8aN6WDc/s1600-h/contempla+o+caos+bl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4_rsg9nAdoCGLdGUKSB5jINlaJaYYssvr8YxNbpD6IXjKiqHfkXBmiPhCO1SRYQUOyR_MGteWSTpyRJRINpZhTAXu_P6U0YRNIsZtc9WQQJYq4u2runOkwPtqjo1PTfnXuHn8aN6WDc/s400/contempla+o+caos+bl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234823798044063202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Während ich in drei Schritten vier Stufen nehme, produziert die Nacht ihre Nacktheit.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Sie ist dabei ungeschickt, und wenig verschämt.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Sie weiss, dass sie auf einer Bühne steht.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-7831865636816527032008-07-22T02:09:00.005+02:002008-12-09T08:52:13.846+01:00Nacht<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeet4GxoVQDlJ2bMBru9WVkr9t67yT-pl_txeoM80Rp4a39Ksi2Z0Mz7vFnkCqpRWnW0mObo7sg698D77Q74aoZowCOtyq75cU-4-3a341sBr6_vmaMAzPg6bZzuveYvNykrrnC95FBs/s1600-h/adriano+.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeet4GxoVQDlJ2bMBru9WVkr9t67yT-pl_txeoM80Rp4a39Ksi2Z0Mz7vFnkCqpRWnW0mObo7sg698D77Q74aoZowCOtyq75cU-4-3a341sBr6_vmaMAzPg6bZzuveYvNykrrnC95FBs/s400/adriano+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225624083739440242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Die Girlanden für den Heiligen Antonius bleiben wohl bis zum nächsten Juni hängen, die Züge fahren zu dieser Zeit nicht mehr, der Strom der Körper auf den Treppen ist versiegt, und die kühle Nachtbrise zieht das Leben über die Stufen ins obere Viertel. Die üblichen Nachbarn waren heute nicht hier. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Sie geht unsere beiden Drinks zahlen, und danach gleiten auch wir über die Stufen nach oben...</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-33520732633688036422008-07-16T02:12:00.004+02:002008-12-09T08:52:14.310+01:00Pausenfüller<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_N-RAMCYv5k97jmBq6budkd5frEJWvxF9oOyu_LLaIqcNI7Oa08o4oi3Pz-oFg6So7ByzWCahAsZPpegXdnAdKKlu0z8qqD8yYviboUjwUEPngMnTxen8JYfBBkZnWDuI6vZ_ULHA65E/s1600-h/Nada+envolto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_N-RAMCYv5k97jmBq6budkd5frEJWvxF9oOyu_LLaIqcNI7Oa08o4oi3Pz-oFg6So7ByzWCahAsZPpegXdnAdKKlu0z8qqD8yYviboUjwUEPngMnTxen8JYfBBkZnWDuI6vZ_ULHA65E/s400/Nada+envolto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223398591429751554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Die Pause war sehr lang.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Und so wie es Kunst verlangt, das Nichts zu umschreiben, um es so zu definieren, so ist die Stille umwoben vom Zittern der geatmeten Luft.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Schwarze Löcher zittern unter dem Licht.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-335299784185347742008-04-19T03:06:00.002+02:002008-12-09T08:52:14.442+01:00Azulejos 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ybvdf4nT_stjzsL1HsZxtAstMEbhc0rTwgIfNwPnisBMieUT38hq08q1jhYKhZ8DlUTGO-NGj0VUjD_4L2gd75eBp-eTXD59LVPJMEjy1mQhcsY7rpajKneSUE4INy8vAmxmE7L0BAI/s1600-h/painel+pomba+bl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ybvdf4nT_stjzsL1HsZxtAstMEbhc0rTwgIfNwPnisBMieUT38hq08q1jhYKhZ8DlUTGO-NGj0VUjD_4L2gd75eBp-eTXD59LVPJMEjy1mQhcsY7rpajKneSUE4INy8vAmxmE7L0BAI/s200/painel+pomba+bl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190757373144469074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Ein seltener Fall, wo die Werbung länger andauert </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">als das Produkt selbst, und sogar noch das Stadtbild mitprägt.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-81336237496263308212008-04-13T23:49:00.005+02:002008-12-09T08:52:14.577+01:00Achtung Art<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXYNjWp71-Z3AyuM7bA4XcB7KT0gFedncibPw4SGqLRL16k4wrHUVk-6sGTv1GI53JGR_RfhoaY7JB7rxlM8AgsrxabcYMx-Lrll75f-uroGze2kzb9LSOtNXNbEjewJRiZhBc6GY2N8/s1600-h/lx+035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXYNjWp71-Z3AyuM7bA4XcB7KT0gFedncibPw4SGqLRL16k4wrHUVk-6sGTv1GI53JGR_RfhoaY7JB7rxlM8AgsrxabcYMx-Lrll75f-uroGze2kzb9LSOtNXNbEjewJRiZhBc6GY2N8/s200/lx+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188851021845368386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Hier wird renoviert, und Alle wollen mitmachen.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Balanceakt der Bürger-Teilnahme.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-25556896142176114462008-04-12T21:12:00.004+02:002008-12-09T08:52:14.721+01:00Plastik<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhru1UIma4i9nRRWx4aLE7fkIwTz6pwd1goS2lHHaHIrdHmOGrVyMnEotM1qfeeCP8hu3UGLG5T96yGy7yIEOM9uuWqJ1tRs4cVfeUAAr74f5o9Ro7HzzTnIIgVIWwVvSezmPXmXCZXd3Y/s1600-h/documentos+plastificados.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhru1UIma4i9nRRWx4aLE7fkIwTz6pwd1goS2lHHaHIrdHmOGrVyMnEotM1qfeeCP8hu3UGLG5T96yGy7yIEOM9uuWqJ1tRs4cVfeUAAr74f5o9Ro7HzzTnIIgVIWwVvSezmPXmXCZXd3Y/s200/documentos+plastificados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188440263194994354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Die Plastifizierung geht mässigen Schrittes,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">'resistência inerente' gegen die übermässige Ordnung.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Kleine Nischen der Improvisation, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">welche Jahrzehnte durchdauern.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Doch die 'Ginjinha' an der Stehbude gibt's jetzt </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">nur noch im Plastikbecherchen.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-17415492970865015402008-04-10T14:56:00.006+02:002008-12-09T08:52:14.824+01:00Grav(it)ieren<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroG_8B4O-4AQziJtCQCIHauhldIgtUfwZEThI89IFJ-9hIPx47aD7ag9XMscrvamsrhyphenhyphen6sHVHBL1N5wnJ6mbIUKzw4t_5JsjDK8N5qguyZVOVmC6E3TZ7HoWR4G9tD47s8mVAVA__Ej0/s1600-h/desenho+esculpido+bl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 81px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroG_8B4O-4AQziJtCQCIHauhldIgtUfwZEThI89IFJ-9hIPx47aD7ag9XMscrvamsrhyphenhyphen6sHVHBL1N5wnJ6mbIUKzw4t_5JsjDK8N5qguyZVOVmC6E3TZ7HoWR4G9tD47s8mVAVA__Ej0/s200/desenho+esculpido+bl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187600816131958434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" >Beseelter Stein, als würde in den Raum gezeichnet.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" >Das Sinn-Volle von der Leere trennen.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Das Licht führen und das Nichts umschreiben.</span><br /><br /><br /></span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-8686562380211757592008-04-08T16:56:00.005+02:002008-12-09T08:52:14.883+01:00Such(t)verhalten<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_aPAoPifxRvIKPYico9E3Jj1pNXcMTDUUQtQ0_jmoUKz290O83KU-0Nz9a3rFtHBc06fgau1ybdLI4GW6s0YZabz_Favp9lUY1ge0-o9tbuoMpxG1MiiqNFwHm9RC4xR_4oCKJxje4Y/s1600-h/dez+segundos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_aPAoPifxRvIKPYico9E3Jj1pNXcMTDUUQtQ0_jmoUKz290O83KU-0Nz9a3rFtHBc06fgau1ybdLI4GW6s0YZabz_Favp9lUY1ge0-o9tbuoMpxG1MiiqNFwHm9RC4xR_4oCKJxje4Y/s200/dez+segundos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186889095384888786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eigentlich wollte ich nur Zigaretten holen, aber der einzige Ort, wo ich um die Zeit noch Mentholyptusse kriegen konnte, ist eine Bar namens 'Jürgen's' im Bairro Alto - nein, der Besitzer ist nicht Deutscher, aber er hatte mal einen Hund, der so hiess ... ( also, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >die </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Antwort weiss ich auch nicht). Aber wir kamen erst mal nur bis zur Rua do Norte, wo wir in eine Rave hineinliefen, DJ auf der Strasse und Transe 'a bombar'. Während der 10 Minuten vergeblichen Versuchs, zur Bar durchzukommen, fand ich´s noch stimulant, im Meer zu schwimmen und auf Flaschen zu gehen. Meine Freundin war dann weg und ich verbrachte 20 Minuten damit, durch kühle Überlegung und einige Quergassen, sie wieder zu treffen. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >P.S. Bei 'Jürgen's' war der Automat verschwunden.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-71883655287754687212008-04-07T13:28:00.007+02:002008-12-09T08:52:15.150+01:00Romãs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhia94EpnswyLPqEUMvBwXqla3k1N08cHCHMzvb6vKpm5VicaqWpmBD6dkLYlIfht18jAi-g3cSD88AfUoeRnG1tmC9sxUJvKz2vSZg-PEYo9M70qI_-AM7K8kYLfD6RZUbk_n1uLpLE0Q/s1600-h/rom%C3%A3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhia94EpnswyLPqEUMvBwXqla3k1N08cHCHMzvb6vKpm5VicaqWpmBD6dkLYlIfht18jAi-g3cSD88AfUoeRnG1tmC9sxUJvKz2vSZg-PEYo9M70qI_-AM7K8kYLfD6RZUbk_n1uLpLE0Q/s200/rom%C3%A3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186464336004216258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >Granatäpfel sind wie das Land hier,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >von Aussen mit Flecken der Zeit, aber sehr farbig;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >etwas ledrig im Betasten, aber elastisch genug.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >Mit der Zeit bricht die Schale auf, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >doch nichts wird dadurch leichter.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >Die säuerliche Süsse zwischen Rosa und Rot, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >in kleinen saftspritzenden Kernhülsen,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >muss vorsichtig gepuhlt werden, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >um sie vom bitteren gelb-filzigen Fleisch zu trennen.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >Es nimmt Ewigkeiten in Anspruch.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-49670057171530256352008-04-06T20:42:00.005+02:002008-12-09T08:52:15.419+01:00Ponta de Diamante<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhppQvvd0rlTTJG-yrz82VnBCMQEUv4vApDGgfZuACMIoSzW6rfiUZYZU1dLA_cS86xq1U77EGfg1UM6tvEtnzGjnqtvdNR6t8_y7ew7NJWPYDAa14Is4kLOI5sHygxu71accjRLUJ29jA/s1600-h/diamante.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhppQvvd0rlTTJG-yrz82VnBCMQEUv4vApDGgfZuACMIoSzW6rfiUZYZU1dLA_cS86xq1U77EGfg1UM6tvEtnzGjnqtvdNR6t8_y7ew7NJWPYDAa14Is4kLOI5sHygxu71accjRLUJ29jA/s200/diamante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186205199152412082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Machtbild... und was weiter?</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-87574635508145917532008-04-03T22:14:00.005+02:002008-12-09T08:52:15.764+01:00Zwischen den Schatten II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQKjp4lDwRPk0TG-qse3_G0sLfUMwK8Noa5_QH9crrnsKWWZfcMkpwckBRrB-aWBvVTusd9G3tQ2DgntxDD7Vb2Oxb7pcU4UiiEmlp_NL4msfcYixj15hYf5haQP7CNjUyqxQwBApVI8/s1600-h/banco+no+parque.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQKjp4lDwRPk0TG-qse3_G0sLfUMwK8Noa5_QH9crrnsKWWZfcMkpwckBRrB-aWBvVTusd9G3tQ2DgntxDD7Vb2Oxb7pcU4UiiEmlp_NL4msfcYixj15hYf5haQP7CNjUyqxQwBApVI8/s200/banco+no+parque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185116042690786722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Er wartete innerlich noch immer, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >er hatte das Mittagessen damit versäumt, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >und nun musste er, zögernd, wieder los.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ein letzter Blick über die Schulter,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >aber jetzt wäre es sowieso zu spät.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844243183185608294.post-4496095607635531952008-04-03T20:31:00.004+02:002008-12-09T08:52:15.910+01:00Entschachteln<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOs9SFw1o99iDDPpcf57KwqFQS7Tf1RL4TjN6f4-4yoc8ZgfIGcX_uFW-Xm67J-Z_bDo7DHmN7ylKM_TOh0tfT7ck3vL0nKBVCgr11QeoKei4lyRuE6ETr1oivVtHajmmmXp3OQusZ-MY/s1600-h/humano+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOs9SFw1o99iDDPpcf57KwqFQS7Tf1RL4TjN6f4-4yoc8ZgfIGcX_uFW-Xm67J-Z_bDo7DHmN7ylKM_TOh0tfT7ck3vL0nKBVCgr11QeoKei4lyRuE6ETr1oivVtHajmmmXp3OQusZ-MY/s200/humano+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185089770375837058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">An manchen Orten verweilte er einfach,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">lehnte sich an eine Brüstung und </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">liess sich vom Sehen einlullen. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">In solchen Momenten, beim richtigen Licht,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">wurde die Stadt durchsichtig und </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">entknüpfte ihren Raum.</span>Alynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01132760157578261462noreply@blogger.com0