<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312</id><updated>2011-12-28T18:47:09.084Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos Sentidos II</title><subtitle type='html'>Sou Mar...Margusta...Acredito que a vida é feita de Momentos. Muitos dos quais se eternizam,  solididicados, na memória e no coração, cruzando as fronteiras do tempo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-3041989110979249044</id><published>2009-05-01T15:40:00.025+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:12:12.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caros amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Como já tinha anunciado no post anterior, mudei de casa.&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://momentossentidos3.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://momentossentidos3.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(clicar em cima do link) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também pode aceder pelo meu perfil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-3041989110979249044?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3041989110979249044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3041989110979249044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/05/caros-amigos-como-ja-tinha-anunciado-no.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-699557097081584562</id><published>2009-04-21T00:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:04:24.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SezzV09WCuI/AAAAAAAACCE/6sApDLsfwYw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SezzV09WCuI/AAAAAAAACCE/6sApDLsfwYw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326900015591197410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma estranha e nostálgica serenidade  pairava  no ar naquele final de tarde cinzento.Pela janela aberta entrava uma suave frescura.  A chuva miudinha descia silenciosa não fosse  as goteiras do telhado a denunciá-la. Gostava daqueles fins de tarde de Primavera.Nesse  dia  ainda  mais...Sentia-se em sintonia com céu...Também ela chorava em silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil renunciar, principalmente quando o coração nos pede insistentemente para dizer-mos sim...&lt;br /&gt;Mas um não pode ser uma grande prova de amor...por vezes a maior de todas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechou os olhos e respirou fundo. Deixou-se ficar assim ....em cinza diluída...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a cor voltaria!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Augusta Loureiro&lt;br /&gt;Margusta&lt;br /&gt;In " Contos do A-Mar"&lt;br /&gt;2009/04/18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IG7WM9PwtA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IG7WM9PwtA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;pode ser&lt;br /&gt;que alguém&lt;br /&gt;veja em meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;o que eu não posso ver&lt;br /&gt;além do arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;só eu sei&lt;br /&gt;que o amor&lt;br /&gt;poderá me dar tudo que eu sonhei&lt;br /&gt;um dia a estrela vai brilhar&lt;br /&gt;e o sonho vai virar realidade&lt;br /&gt;e leve o tempo que levar&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que eu encontrarei a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;além do arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;um lugar&lt;br /&gt;que eu guardo em segredo&lt;br /&gt;que só eu sei chegar&lt;br /&gt;um dia a estrela vai brilhar&lt;br /&gt;e o sonho vai virar realidade&lt;br /&gt;e leve o tempo que levar&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que eu encontrarei a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;a luz do arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;me fez ver&lt;br /&gt;que o amor&lt;br /&gt;dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;tinha que ser você....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queridos amigos e visitantes, o "Momentos Sentidos II" vai encerrar aqui. Voltarei em breve com o "Momentos Sentidos III" , já em construção!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tido queixas de alguns amigos  de que não conseguem abrir esta página.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem hajam pelas Vossas visitas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até já!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-699557097081584562?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/699557097081584562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=699557097081584562' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/699557097081584562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/699557097081584562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-estranha-e-nostalgica-serenidade.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SezzV09WCuI/AAAAAAAACCE/6sApDLsfwYw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-6586969495807172135</id><published>2009-03-25T23:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:16:34.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Súplica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/ScrBg1zLLiI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/toCjIQLcA3A/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317275080005987874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/ScrBg1zLLiI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/toCjIQLcA3A/s400/mulher.jpg" style="display: block; height: 270px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que o silêncio é um mar sem ondas,&lt;br /&gt;E que nele posso navegar sem rumo,&lt;br /&gt;Não respondas&lt;br /&gt;Às urgentes perguntas&lt;br /&gt;Que te fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Assim,&lt;br /&gt;Já tão longe de ti como de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perde-se a vida a desejá-la tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Só soubemos sofrer, enquanto&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Durou.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo passou,&lt;br /&gt;Há calmaria...&lt;br /&gt;Não perturbes a paz que me foi dada.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir de novo a tua voz seria&lt;br /&gt;Matar a sede com água salgada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema de Miguel Torga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-6586969495807172135?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/6586969495807172135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=6586969495807172135' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6586969495807172135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6586969495807172135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/03/suplica.html' title='Súplica'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/ScrBg1zLLiI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/toCjIQLcA3A/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-545364251475579780</id><published>2009-03-22T23:35:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:12:07.634Z</updated><title type='text'>Anestésico Voo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/ScbOEIhOTfI/AAAAAAAAB8w/nNwpqpW88Ek/s1600-h/cid_5968681CD5BD4F3D80297292AE111F1E.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316162980559080946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/ScbOEIhOTfI/AAAAAAAAB8w/nNwpqpW88Ek/s400/cid_5968681CD5BD4F3D80297292AE111F1E.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um voo no nada&lt;br /&gt;Uma viagem esquecida&lt;br /&gt;Umas mãos à chegada&lt;br /&gt;As mesmas que à partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a promessa feita&lt;br /&gt;Nas cuidadosas mãos sorria&lt;br /&gt;Já na luz refeita&lt;br /&gt;Que um olhar sorvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um voo no nada&lt;br /&gt;Uma viagem esquecida&lt;br /&gt;Umas mãos presentes&lt;br /&gt;Um retorno à vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu Muito Obrigada à Sra.Dra.Lidia Reis , e toda a fantástica equipe presente, do Hospital Garcia de Orta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria Augusta Loureiro&lt;br /&gt;Margusta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-545364251475579780?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/545364251475579780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=545364251475579780' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/545364251475579780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/545364251475579780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/03/anestesico-voo.html' title='Anestésico Voo'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/ScbOEIhOTfI/AAAAAAAAB8w/nNwpqpW88Ek/s72-c/cid_5968681CD5BD4F3D80297292AE111F1E.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-4195906491281455729</id><published>2009-03-22T23:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:52:01.358Z</updated><title type='text'>Menção Honrosa - X Salón de Inverno 2009- Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/ScbGiBXaHbI/AAAAAAAAB8g/YDpToArDYhY/s1600-h/Diploma+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316154697941917106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/ScbGiBXaHbI/AAAAAAAAB8g/YDpToArDYhY/s400/Diploma+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-4195906491281455729?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4195906491281455729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4195906491281455729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/03/mencao-honrosa-x-salon-de-inverno-2009.html' title='Menção Honrosa - X Salón de Inverno 2009- Barcelona'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/ScbGiBXaHbI/AAAAAAAAB8g/YDpToArDYhY/s72-c/Diploma+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-6682005187038341400</id><published>2009-03-15T23:12:00.017Z</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:08:51.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Blue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Scq3m0gJP1I/AAAAAAAAB9A/R_FI6R3m3vA/s1600-h/Dia+15+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317264187620671314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Scq3m0gJP1I/AAAAAAAAB9A/R_FI6R3m3vA/s400/Dia+15+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de+2009+027.JPG" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 316px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruzam-se os azuis,&lt;br /&gt;nas veias pautadas dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto um silêncio vermelho,&lt;br /&gt;escorre sedento de Vida.&lt;br /&gt;Dias de espera,&lt;br /&gt;em que ensaio acordes,&lt;br /&gt;e invento Blues,&lt;br /&gt;só para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maria Augusta Loureiro&lt;br /&gt;Margusta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;15/03/2009&lt;br /&gt;Pinhal da Lagoa de Albufeira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-6682005187038341400?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/6682005187038341400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=6682005187038341400' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6682005187038341400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6682005187038341400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/03/cruzam-se-os-azuis-nas-veias-pautadas.html' title='In Blue...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Scq3m0gJP1I/AAAAAAAAB9A/R_FI6R3m3vA/s72-c/Dia+15+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de+2009+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2349262836920622959</id><published>2009-03-07T19:36:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:15:53.089Z</updated><title type='text'>Dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SbHGI-NNDxI/AAAAAAAAB7g/Rfhd6d6PTqw/s1600-h/127502047354943883AXFR001075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310243293086158610" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SbHGI-NNDxI/AAAAAAAAB7g/Rfhd6d6PTqw/s400/127502047354943883AXFR001075.jpg" style="display: block; height: 252px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bato as asas,&lt;br /&gt;ao de leve tocam-me os dias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sóis  anunciados na tela do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Tributos de luz em domínio de sombras,&lt;br /&gt;rasgando os véus das coisas feitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antecipação das noites, &lt;br /&gt;anunciando luas frias.&lt;br /&gt;Flores por nascer, &lt;br /&gt;de aromas desconhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;Frutos amadurecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trilhos sinuosos , corredor da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Rios de memórias, desenhos trajectórias&lt;br /&gt;de gestos passados.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos, fantasias,&lt;br /&gt;revoltas, alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;dores , encantamento...&lt;br /&gt;Estilhaços!...&lt;br /&gt;Movimento!&lt;br /&gt;Azul e branco&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Cinza pranto&lt;br /&gt;Esquecimento!&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas e sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;a pairar no&lt;br /&gt;firmamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adivinho o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Cruzo o interminável.&lt;br /&gt;Bato as asas... e ao de leve,&lt;br /&gt;toco os dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maria Augusta Loureiro&lt;br /&gt;Margusta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no livro "Poemas sem Fronteiras"&lt;br /&gt;do concurso de poesia do "Ora vejamos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reservados os direitos de autor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2349262836920622959?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2349262836920622959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2349262836920622959' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2349262836920622959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2349262836920622959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/03/dias.html' title='Dias...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SbHGI-NNDxI/AAAAAAAAB7g/Rfhd6d6PTqw/s72-c/127502047354943883AXFR001075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-4725693661409091552</id><published>2009-02-23T23:49:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:47:53.424Z</updated><title type='text'>Slide ShowArt Verano en Buenos Aires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1297036692705187086&amp;amp;site=widget-0e.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1297036692705187086&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p1/1297036692705187086/lt_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1297036692705187086&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p2/1297036692705187086/lt_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1297036692705187086&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p4/1297036692705187086/lt_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide de Susana Weingast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposição a decorrer até 28 de Fevereiro. Fui agraciada pelo Júri com uma menção honrosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SbZp9bqnpkI/AAAAAAAAB7o/mgqPI4W4iF0/s1600-h/Certeficado+Men%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Honrosa+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311549314649531970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SbZp9bqnpkI/AAAAAAAAB7o/mgqPI4W4iF0/s400/Certeficado+Men%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Honrosa+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Sa7-dfZPXMI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/u3yEWIFxi5Q/s1600-h/salon_de_verano_09_BsAs_027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309460793313418434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Sa7-dfZPXMI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/u3yEWIFxi5Q/s400/salon_de_verano_09_BsAs_027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Foto de &lt;strong&gt;Liliana Bos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos da Exposição ver aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artexpresion.com/ShowArt_Verano_en_Buenos_Aires_2009.htm"&gt;http://www.artexpresion.com/ShowArt_Verano_en_Buenos_Aires_2009.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-4725693661409091552?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/4725693661409091552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=4725693661409091552' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-1840040506715947329</id><published>2009-02-14T00:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:18:01.079Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem (a)manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SZS7NLai5lI/AAAAAAAAB4U/hU5achkPDZw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302068496398739026" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SZS7NLai5lI/AAAAAAAAB4U/hU5achkPDZw/s400/untitled.bmp" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A manhã já foi parto de luz,&lt;br /&gt;entrando pelos meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;onde o voo das mariposas acontecia.&lt;br /&gt;Já foi jardins coloridos , orvalho de mel,&lt;br /&gt;risos, promessas de amor...fantasia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora, a manhã é desencanto...&lt;br /&gt;Tem dedos longos e frios,&lt;br /&gt;e as palmas das mãos vazias de nós,&lt;br /&gt;contorcendo-se numa nudez inconformada!...&lt;br /&gt;Tece com dor os fios da claridade,&lt;br /&gt;que , teimam em tocar o meu corpo gélido...&lt;br /&gt;Sereia de coral branco , definhando nas rochas,&lt;br /&gt;entre restos de algas, e conchas azul-água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as marés da saudade me levem,&lt;br /&gt;para longe...bem longe!&lt;br /&gt;Para essa distância da paixão separada,&lt;br /&gt;onde deslizam as últimas lágrimas ,&lt;br /&gt;mergulhando no abismo suicida,&lt;br /&gt;de um poema inacabado...&lt;br /&gt;Celebre-se o esquecimento,&lt;br /&gt;que tudo termine ali!...&lt;br /&gt;Porque sem ti,&lt;br /&gt;não existe mais (a) manhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;@Margusta&lt;br /&gt;02/02/2009 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poema apresentado nas Noites de Poesia em Vermoim em 07/02/2009.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tema " manhã"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-1840040506715947329?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/1840040506715947329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=1840040506715947329' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1840040506715947329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1840040506715947329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/02/sem-amanha.html' title='Sem (a)manhã'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SZS7NLai5lI/AAAAAAAAB4U/hU5achkPDZw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2025976136465045335</id><published>2009-02-11T00:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:04:55.454Z</updated><title type='text'>ShowArt Internacional   "Verano en Buenos Aires"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SZIaGMmHKjI/AAAAAAAAB4M/GJjrPB471qg/s1600-h/Universo+em+Choro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301328405131110962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SZIaGMmHKjI/AAAAAAAAB4M/GJjrPB471qg/s400/Universo+em+Choro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Participo nesta exposição com a tela "Universo em Choro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShowArt Internacional&lt;br /&gt;"Verano en Buenos Aires"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sala "Gente de Arte"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alsina 234 - Avellaneda - Pcia Buenos Aires&lt;br /&gt;Argentina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De 09/02/2009 a 28/02/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistas Visuales Expositores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Calderón de la Garza&lt;br /&gt;Sara Garrote "Chuca"&lt;br /&gt;Diana Bedoya Juárez&lt;br /&gt;Erika Sotomayor Alpaca&lt;br /&gt;María Augusta Loureiro " Margusta"&lt;br /&gt;María Reis&lt;br /&gt;Liliana Gutiérrez&lt;br /&gt;Silvia Fernandez Vega&lt;br /&gt;Adriana Manzanares&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Corro&lt;br /&gt;Cristina Meinaudo&lt;br /&gt;Stella Maris Torres&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Lagana&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo García&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro Vazquez&lt;br /&gt;Margarita Bonilla Stremmel&lt;br /&gt;Mariana Mai&lt;br /&gt;Patricio Suarez Faini&lt;br /&gt;Maria Rosa Fantini&lt;br /&gt;Elsa Ottonello&lt;br /&gt;Marta Mondelo&lt;br /&gt;Eva Cappelletti&lt;br /&gt;Margarita Murat&lt;br /&gt;Claudia Cappelletti&lt;br /&gt;Marìa Rosa Carballo&lt;br /&gt;Edith Losano&lt;br /&gt;Anaría Jaichenko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coordinación: Liliana Bos - Susana Weingast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2025976136465045335?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2025976136465045335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SZIaGMmHKjI/AAAAAAAAB4M/GJjrPB471qg/s72-c/Universo+em+Choro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-1444538350776017164</id><published>2009-02-11T00:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:29:27.228Z</updated><title type='text'>Menção honrosa</title><content type='html'>Na exposição "IX Salão de Inverno de Barcelona " , obtive com a obra apresentada uma menção honrosa.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei muito FELIZ!!!...Apesar da fase que atravesso....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-1444538350776017164?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/1444538350776017164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=1444538350776017164' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1444538350776017164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1444538350776017164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/02/mencao-honrosa.html' title='Menção honrosa'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2761678117385624146</id><published>2009-02-05T23:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:38:15.597Z</updated><title type='text'>Até Sempre Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SYuA4EjZo2I/AAAAAAAAB4E/232-VrJXmRs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299471087314772834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SYuA4EjZo2I/AAAAAAAAB4E/232-VrJXmRs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; _ Gostava de ser tu!&lt;br /&gt;_ Porquê Laurita ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colocou a mão sobre o coração e disse-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Porque tu és a terra, o céu e os pássaros todos do céu...és tudo ao mesmo tempo!&lt;br /&gt;_Gosto tanto de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz hoje oito dias que Laura me disse estas palavras numa cama de hospital , faz amanhã oito dias que Laura foi para um lar. Laura minha sogra com quem convivi diáriamente nos últimos 25 anos .&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa-me Laura , cuidei de ti nos últimos meses, porquê não cuidei de ti nos últimos dias?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei ao lar a tempo de te dar uma última assistência e de te fazer seguir para o hospital...desculpa não te ter dado a água que me pedias ante de seguires para a sala de reanimação , eu não sabia se podia dar-te água...afinal podia ter dado, porque já nada mais fazia diferença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custa a acreditar que aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes Laura, hoje sou um pássaro ferido....e também gosto muito de ti!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por todas as palavras lindas que me disses-te nos últimos dias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ Vamos ter saudades tuas!...Vai em PAZ!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2761678117385624146?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2761678117385624146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2761678117385624146' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2761678117385624146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2761678117385624146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/02/ate-sempre-laura.html' title='Até Sempre Laura'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SYuA4EjZo2I/AAAAAAAAB4E/232-VrJXmRs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-7828806761948074619</id><published>2009-02-02T21:58:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:53:19.351Z</updated><title type='text'>Fotos das Exposições Colectivas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IX Salão de Inverno de Barcelona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (ver no link abaixo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artexpresion.com/salon_invierno_barcelona_2009.htm"&gt;http://www.artexpresion.com/salon_invierno_barcelona_2009.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Galeria 74 - "Equilibrium Abstractus" Porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( ver no link abaixo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galeria74.com/expequilibrium.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.galeria74.com/expequilibrium.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-7828806761948074619?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/7828806761948074619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=7828806761948074619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7828806761948074619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7828806761948074619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/02/fotos-das-exposicoes.html' title='Fotos das Exposições Colectivas'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-4463646779376240617</id><published>2009-01-23T11:43:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:59:55.271Z</updated><title type='text'>Convite Exposição  Colectiva - " Equilibrium Abstractus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Galeria74 Convite Exposição "Equilibrium Abstractus"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SXmtqeMvS7I/AAAAAAAAB2s/imSb4W8hqTQ/s1600-h/Convite_Equilibrium_Abstractus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294453782123334578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SXmtqeMvS7I/AAAAAAAAB2s/imSb4W8hqTQ/s400/Convite_Equilibrium_Abstractus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A convite do Pintor e Poeta Paulo Themudo, tenho a honra de participar na exposição colectiva&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Equilibrium Abstractus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" , com os Pintores Damião Vieira, Delfina Mendonça, Irene Pissarro, Maria Araújo e Paulo Themudo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A inauguração será no próximo dia 24 de Janeiro pelas 17,30 , na Galeria 74, Rua de Vilar 74,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Porto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fica aqui o convite a quem quiser comparecer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mesma pode ser visitada até 6 de Fevereiro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ver melhor clicar na imagem do convite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SXmugp7OkrI/AAAAAAAAB20/5DtgJ3lfrn0/s1600-h/Madrugadas+Clandestinas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294454712984048306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SXmugp7OkrI/AAAAAAAAB20/5DtgJ3lfrn0/s400/Madrugadas+Clandestinas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Madrugadas Clandestinas"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-4463646779376240617?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/4463646779376240617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=4463646779376240617' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4463646779376240617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4463646779376240617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_23.html' title='Convite Exposição  Colectiva - &quot; Equilibrium Abstractus&quot;'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SXmtqeMvS7I/AAAAAAAAB2s/imSb4W8hqTQ/s72-c/Convite_Equilibrium_Abstractus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-4758886643884200719</id><published>2009-01-01T02:10:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:15:21.899Z</updated><title type='text'>Exposição de Pintura  Colectiva -  Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SV-BoXWSSiI/AAAAAAAAB18/9plhjECKDzI/s1600-h/DSC07063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287087018018490914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SV-BoXWSSiI/AAAAAAAAB18/9plhjECKDzI/s400/DSC07063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SVbAicdoBBI/AAAAAAAAB00/Oe-5U1pYn3k/s1600-h/CHAVE+DA+VIDA+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284622910754391058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SVbAicdoBBI/AAAAAAAAB00/Oe-5U1pYn3k/s400/CHAVE+DA+VIDA+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Chave da Vida " Acrílico s/Tela 60x100&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Através da Galeria Artexpression &lt;a href="http://www.artexpresion.com/"&gt;http://www.artexpresion.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;participo com a tela " Chave da Vida" na exposição colectiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Salão de Inverno de Barcelona , 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GALERIA ESART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De 2 a 15 de Janeiro de 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primera Sección&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grupo Artexpresion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Calderon de la Garza - México&lt;br /&gt;Stella Zunino - Argentina&lt;br /&gt;Maria Augusta Loureiro "Margusta" . Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Sara Garrote "Chuca" - España -&lt;br /&gt;Maria Florencia Santinelli - Argentina&lt;br /&gt;Elsa Ottonello - Argentina&lt;br /&gt;Susana Cirrille - Argentina&lt;br /&gt;Susana Weingast - Argentina&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen Mc Hugh - USA&lt;br /&gt;Susana D´Momo - Argentina&lt;br /&gt;Blanca Casanova - México&lt;br /&gt;Liliana Bos - Argentina&lt;br /&gt;Rosa Vega - Argentina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coordinación artística&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susana Weingast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-00.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;il=1&amp;channel=1297036692704369152&amp;site=widget-00.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=1297036692704369152&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-00.slide.com/p1/1297036692704369152/lt_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=1297036692704369152&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-00.slide.com/p2/1297036692704369152/lt_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=1297036692704369152&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-00.slide.com/p4/1297036692704369152/lt_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galeria Esart: C/Diputació, 188 (Muntaner) – Barcelona - España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inauguración: Viernes 2 de Enero de 2009 - 20 horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horario martes a viernes de 14 a 19 hrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foto da Galeria retirada daqui &lt;a href="http://valentinapique.blogspot.com/2008/01/inauguraix-saln-de-invierno-barcelona.html"&gt;http://valentinapique.blogspot.com/2008/01/inauguraix-saln-de-invierno-barcelona.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-4758886643884200719?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/4758886643884200719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=4758886643884200719' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4758886643884200719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4758886643884200719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/01/exposio-de-pintura-colectiva-barcelona.html' title='Exposição de Pintura  Colectiva -  Barcelona'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SV-BoXWSSiI/AAAAAAAAB18/9plhjECKDzI/s72-c/DSC07063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-5946577868929031932</id><published>2009-01-01T02:01:00.014Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:14:42.759Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SVw1ujCZnGI/AAAAAAAAB1k/oYYjESoLG-E/s1600-h/16+de+Novembro+de+2008+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286159136421682274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SVw1ujCZnGI/AAAAAAAAB1k/oYYjESoLG-E/s400/16+de+Novembro+de+2008+010.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aranjuez, Dezembro, 08&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio escuro da noite&lt;br /&gt;continuo a deitar-me sobre o horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;traço imóvel das minhas confidências.&lt;br /&gt;A minha voz não te alcança,&lt;br /&gt;mas o poema beija os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;em versos tristes.&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;vives nos meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;espero-te nas sombras&lt;br /&gt;e embalo a saudade com o teu nome... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora adormeces e acordas&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais longe...&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter-te neste copo.&lt;br /&gt;Beber-te!&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer a minha verdade,&lt;br /&gt;porque momentos sem mim,&lt;br /&gt;são sempre momentos sem ti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albino Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In " Quem sabe, amanhã será Primavera!..."&lt;br /&gt;de Maria Mamede e Albino Santos&lt;br /&gt;edium EDITORES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-5946577868929031932?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/5946577868929031932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=5946577868929031932' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5946577868929031932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5946577868929031932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2009/01/aranjuez-dezembro-08-no-silncio-escuro_01.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SVw1ujCZnGI/AAAAAAAAB1k/oYYjESoLG-E/s72-c/16+de+Novembro+de+2008+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-5255578399624970049</id><published>2009-01-01T00:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:13:46.643Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SVyKk1HR6fI/AAAAAAAAB1s/pg-hHHOK_5I/s1600-h/16+de+Novembro+de+2008+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286252427963656690" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SVyKk1HR6fI/AAAAAAAAB1s/pg-hHHOK_5I/s400/16+de+Novembro+de+2008+003.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SVgPCoDbrfI/AAAAAAAAB1E/n0o4N3CrhPA/s400/escrever2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chama-lhe " escrito a quente ", quando deixa fluir na hora o que sente , sem parar para pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Não estuda as palavras ou as pontuações , apenas deixa fluir. Por vezes a visão que tem das coisas, acaba por mudar, mas nem sempre isso acontece. Hoje gostaria que mudassem!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhã de Domingo , acorda com o corpo dorido. Pela casa tudo é silêncio ainda. Prepara um café fraco depois de ter bebido um copo de água, e dirigi-se ao computador para ver as caixas do correio. Ao mesmo tempo, sente necessidade de desabafar. Para isso, nada melhor que a escrita .Esse ouvinte atento que nunca a interrompe, e que deixa que as palavras lhe escorram livremente da alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como se de outra pessoa falasse, nessa manhã escreveu :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Um dia destes disseram-lhe que era uma Guerreira. Ficou a pensar no assunto. Para ela os Guerreiros , brilhavam nos seus feitos , e sempre se destacavam. Ela caminhava sempre no silêncio dos dias. Certo era que a vida para ela sempre fora uma luta, começando mesmo no ventre materno, onde a escolha da vida fora feita entre ela e o seu irmão gémeo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despertou envolta no medo, preferia continuar embalada no esquecimento , mas já eram horas. Não tardava a família acordaria, e as tarefas eram muitas.&lt;br /&gt;Mexeu-se assustada... sim...como se não bastassem as dores do braço esquerdo...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fosse ao hospital. Ainda não contara a ninguém. Ninguém lá em casa sabia das dores do sovaco no braço direito.&lt;br /&gt;Ela própria tentava ignorá-las...talvez os gânglios inflamados , voltassem ao normal. Desejava tanto que isso acontecesse...passados fazia hoje dez dias da ultima toma dos medicamentos tudo se repetia de novo... Embora desta vez de uma forma diferente. Sentiu uma vontade enorme de chorar. Não podia dar-se ao luxo de ficar mais doente, ou atrever-se sequer a partir , tinha a certeza que ainda precisavam dela por ali.....&lt;br /&gt;Onde estava a Guerreira que lhe disseram que era?... O seu mundo estava ameaçado, e ela não sabia o que fazer.... "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixou escapar algumas lágrimas e partilhou na hora o que acabava de escrever , com quem entendeu que deveria partilhar naquele exacto momento.&lt;br /&gt;Precisava fazer isso!...&lt;br /&gt;Partilhar , ainda que a quente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-4473873525041293506?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/4473873525041293506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=4473873525041293506' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4473873525041293506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4473873525041293506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/12/escrito-quente.html' title='Escrito a quente...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SVgPCoDbrfI/AAAAAAAAB1E/n0o4N3CrhPA/s72-c/escrever2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2051432860702375683</id><published>2008-12-20T22:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:35:49.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SU1vgRu0BzI/AAAAAAAAB0s/-fWsYG7cujY/s1600-h/Coroa+do+Advento.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282000538281707314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SU1vgRu0BzI/AAAAAAAAB0s/-fWsYG7cujY/s400/Coroa+do+Advento.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coroa do Advento by Steffi, beijinhos para ti e Carlos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para todos os que aqui passarem eu desejo uma continuação de bom Advento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UM FELIZ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;SANTO NATAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2051432860702375683?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2051432860702375683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2051432860702375683' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2051432860702375683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2051432860702375683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/12/coroa-do-advento-by-steffi-beijinhos.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SU1vgRu0BzI/AAAAAAAAB0s/-fWsYG7cujY/s72-c/Coroa+do+Advento.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-7953701448374135373</id><published>2008-12-16T14:54:00.019Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:09:42.612Z</updated><title type='text'>" Saudade de uma Flor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SUfBUXSimJI/AAAAAAAABzE/k0K4IRHj32I/s1600-h/Saudade+de+uma+Flor+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401643708520594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SUfBUXSimJI/AAAAAAAABzE/k0K4IRHj32I/s400/Saudade+de+uma+Flor+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãe é a palavra maior&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo tem,&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que me levou a escrever&lt;br /&gt;Memórias da minha Mãe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teresa de Jesus da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;É o que se lê na contracapa deste livro, escrito pela minha mãe, e com o qual presenteou ontem os filhos e restantes familiares, no dia em que fez oitenta anos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre a prosa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"... Naquele tempo era uma miséria; havia falta de alimentos e o dinheiro não resolvia nada. Isto passou-se na altura da Segunda Guerra Mundial. Eu estava horas nas filas. Quando chegava a minha vez já não havia nada. Quantos dias chorei a caminho de casa...&lt;br /&gt;A nossa mãe compreendia, mas eu, triste, não levava os alimentos que eram necessários. Nalguns dias, ia feliz para casa; a filha do Senhor Custódio, dono do talho, fazia-me sinal para eu ir por outra porta do talho, para me entregar carne. Ela já sabia qual era ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...e a poesia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer anos é fácil,&lt;br /&gt;Basta viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser mulher é lindo,&lt;br /&gt;Basta saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser esposa é bom,&lt;br /&gt;Basta amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser mãe é difícil,&lt;br /&gt;Basta sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teresa de Jesus da Silva &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;... num desabafo de alma , diria até que em alguns poemas num grito de dor, minha mãe pretende, assim deixar á família estas memórias , guardadas tantos anos dentro de si. Relatando a história da sua infância e juventude até aos quinze anos de idade, altura em que viu morrer a própria mãe com apenas 38 , deixando quatro filhos, o mais pequeno com apenas quatro anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SUgxEC-3tyI/AAAAAAAABzk/4zqj04c4XUI/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A minha infância&lt;br /&gt;Vou recordar&lt;br /&gt;E de minha Mãe&lt;br /&gt;Quero falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu lindo sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Meigo olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Deixou de brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas mãos cheias de luz,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos iluminou e acariciou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um livro comovente, onde não faltam as fotos dos familiares queridos, e dos locais onde a minha mãe viveu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com oitenta anos de idade, não faz muito tempo, que me dizia : " _ Gostava de fazer ainda tanta coisa...sinto-me presa num corpo velho.... " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;....Gostava de fazer muita coisa que não fez, pois viveu sempre e exclusivamente para a família....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MÃE...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ADORO_TE!!! Tenho muito orgulho em ti!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SUfDg7nKXwI/AAAAAAAABzc/KXXlM_BxzTM/s1600-h/Anos+da+man%C3%A3+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280404058640375554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SUfDg7nKXwI/AAAAAAAABzc/KXXlM_BxzTM/s400/Anos+da+man%C3%A3+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SUfBevre3gI/AAAAAAAABzM/dBzNdCr9XoY/s1600-h/Anos+da+man%C3%A3+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401822054276610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SUfBevre3gI/AAAAAAAABzM/dBzNdCr9XoY/s400/Anos+da+man%C3%A3+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SUhIJ-1uMWI/AAAAAAAABzs/TTLb36auFR4/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280549899416252770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SUhIJ-1uMWI/AAAAAAAABzs/TTLb36auFR4/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;    Ser mulher é lindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                                           Basta saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                                          &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teresa de Jesus da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SUgxEC-3tyI/AAAAAAAABzk/4zqj04c4XUI/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-7953701448374135373?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/7953701448374135373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=7953701448374135373' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7953701448374135373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7953701448374135373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/12/tenho-muito-orgulho-em-ti-me.html' title='&quot; Saudade de uma Flor&quot;'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SUfBUXSimJI/AAAAAAAABzE/k0K4IRHj32I/s72-c/Saudade+de+uma+Flor+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-6877991856232390893</id><published>2008-12-08T18:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:49:06.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns pai!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/ST1novZq6HI/AAAAAAAAByU/T0-RO6UTKS0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277488287964653682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/ST1novZq6HI/AAAAAAAAByU/T0-RO6UTKS0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No dia do teu aniversário pai , não posso deixar de te dar os Parabéns...Pois continuas vivo na minha memória e no meu coração!...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ,fui comprar o pinheiro de Natal a pensar em ti ... Sabias tudo sobre as árvores pai!!! Sabias tanto, tanto !!! Elas e a família foram a tua vida, fomos tudo para ti!...&lt;br /&gt;Depois pai, fui ver a mãe. Ao subir as escadas, lembrei-me da alegria , da festa que existia sempre no dia de hoje e da quantidade de gente que se juntava lá em casa.&lt;br /&gt;E, foi ao subir as escadas , que com um largo sorriso, vindo do coração murmurei com alegria...&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pai!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-6877991856232390893?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6877991856232390893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6877991856232390893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/12/parabns-pai.html' title='Parabéns pai!...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/ST1novZq6HI/AAAAAAAAByU/T0-RO6UTKS0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-3070070362734369146</id><published>2008-12-06T00:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:46:36.286Z</updated><title type='text'>De volta , sem ter adormecido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/STnHbBDgdbI/AAAAAAAAByM/or0xnC2imIE/s1600-h/Chave+da+Vida+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276467705394787762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/STnHbBDgdbI/AAAAAAAAByM/or0xnC2imIE/s400/Chave+da+Vida+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sinto que tudo vai mudar!...&lt;br /&gt;Porque, foram muitos os que estiveram comigo, quer nas palavras quer no silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBRIGADA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vale a pena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena viver,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ontem já se foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o futuro ainda virá,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um brinde ao presente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À vida! Ao verbo Amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.Rogero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-3070070362734369146?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/3070070362734369146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=3070070362734369146' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3070070362734369146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3070070362734369146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-volta-sem-ter-adormecido.html' title='De volta , sem ter adormecido...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/STnHbBDgdbI/AAAAAAAAByM/or0xnC2imIE/s72-c/Chave+da+Vida+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-546895507324511253</id><published>2008-12-05T00:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:13:28.825Z</updated><title type='text'>Estarei de volta ao por do sol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SThs_CFySII/AAAAAAAABxw/aCjrfHnmd_E/s1600-h/16+de+Novembro+de+2008+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SThs6l5j1DI/AAAAAAAABxo/nPBj79pYhxM/s1600-h/16+de+Novembro+de+2008+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276086717326283826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SThs6l5j1DI/AAAAAAAABxo/nPBj79pYhxM/s400/16+de+Novembro+de+2008+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vão adormecer-me por momentos , mas estarei de volta ao por do sol!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-546895507324511253?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/546895507324511253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=546895507324511253' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/546895507324511253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/546895507324511253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/12/estarei-de-volta-ao-por-do-sol.html' title='Estarei de volta ao por do sol...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SThs6l5j1DI/AAAAAAAABxo/nPBj79pYhxM/s72-c/16+de+Novembro+de+2008+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-7872485913076664850</id><published>2008-12-05T00:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:25:02.592Z</updated><title type='text'>Para o Alfredo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SThwFB9MO0I/AAAAAAAABx4/-sv4w7TaT5Q/s1600-h/22e23+de+Novembro+de+2008+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276090195191282498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SThwFB9MO0I/AAAAAAAABx4/-sv4w7TaT5Q/s400/22e23+de+Novembro+de+2008+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para ti Alfredo &lt;a href="http://www.alfredojesusrocha.com.ar/"&gt;http://www.alfredojesusrocha.com.ar/&lt;/a&gt; , que me deixas-te tão emocionada com este teu mail, eu te deixo a Luz que todos os dias entardece nos meus olhos!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bem hajas Amigo!!! OBRIGADA!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Si mi querida me pones mal que te sientas mal...sos mi chiquita pintora que siempre admire la belleza de tu ser..y de tus obras animo no decaigas querida..toma toda mi luz...tomala querida Maria..sientete bien..fuerza...tene fuerzas y fe.....pedire continuamente por ti....un beso mi querida Alfredo"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-7872485913076664850?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7872485913076664850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7872485913076664850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-o-alfredo.html' title='Para o Alfredo....'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SThwFB9MO0I/AAAAAAAABx4/-sv4w7TaT5Q/s72-c/22e23+de+Novembro+de+2008+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-5984305208575083361</id><published>2008-12-02T11:53:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:33:17.995Z</updated><title type='text'>OBRIGADA!!!</title><content type='html'>Obrigada a todos os que me têm dado a mão.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos os que me têm ajudado neste momento menos bom da vida , em que ainda não vi soluções para o meu problema da mama.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos os que me deixaram comentários, enviaram mails e nrs.de tlm. Perdoem-me se nem sempre respondo, ou vos ligo...mas é que queria poder dizer..já sei o que se passa...já estou a fazer tratamento!...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos os que me têm enviado boas energias!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada do CORAÇÃO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou levantar os exames pedidos de urgência em 13 de Outubro , de um problema que se arrasta desde Agosto. Exames que só foram efectuados a 10 de Novembro... Hoje piorei...e muito!!! ... Vou recorrer mais uma vez á urgência do Hospital...espero encontrar pela frente os médicos certos, e que uma LUZ os ilumine!...Pois eu já me sinto cansada desta luta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos de Paz e Luz , para todos os que aqui passarem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-5984305208575083361?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/5984305208575083361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=5984305208575083361' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5984305208575083361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5984305208575083361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/12/obrigada.html' title='OBRIGADA!!!'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-8359084276926371420</id><published>2008-11-10T00:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:42:30.885Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yGjfCq_84b8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yGjfCq_84b8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso que um Anjo me dê a mão e caminhe comigo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-8359084276926371420?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/8359084276926371420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=8359084276926371420' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8359084276926371420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8359084276926371420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje.html' title='Hoje....'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-5663393438812487824</id><published>2008-11-06T15:10:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:45:45.147Z</updated><title type='text'>Respiro-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SRMJFYvdjOI/AAAAAAAABw8/K-G6_fCEMg0/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265562377471757538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SRMJFYvdjOI/AAAAAAAABw8/K-G6_fCEMg0/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhas-me na antecipação do destino,&lt;br /&gt;que damos ás noites&lt;br /&gt;Pego a tua mão, que se estende,&lt;br /&gt;em braços esvoaçantes&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te, perto, tão perto...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo aqui!..&lt;br /&gt;Distância,&lt;br /&gt;de um sorriso feito abraço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bate o coração descompassado&lt;br /&gt;Galopa o olhar no horizonte ,&lt;br /&gt;anseia deitar-se no teu peito...&lt;br /&gt;Voam as carícias,&lt;br /&gt;que nascem suavemente,&lt;br /&gt;na ponta dos teus dedos,&lt;br /&gt;como os frutos amadurecidos,&lt;br /&gt;em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Toco o intocável...&lt;br /&gt;Os meus lábios ancoram nos teus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei agora,&lt;br /&gt;que não consigo suportar,&lt;br /&gt;mais um dia da tua ausência...&lt;br /&gt;Morreria por asfixia!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Margusta&lt;br /&gt;05/11/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto por do sol de 05/11/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-5663393438812487824?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/5663393438812487824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=5663393438812487824' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5663393438812487824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5663393438812487824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/11/respirar-te.html' title='Respiro-te...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SRMJFYvdjOI/AAAAAAAABw8/K-G6_fCEMg0/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-8582945631552394249</id><published>2008-11-03T02:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:59:51.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Mares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SQzzLTx-FNI/AAAAAAAABw0/xNmW5XLeltw/s1600-h/Por+do+sol+++++26+de+Outubro+de+2008+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263849440103240914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SQzzLTx-FNI/AAAAAAAABw0/xNmW5XLeltw/s400/Por+do+sol+++++26+de+Outubro+de+2008+153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando amanhece&lt;br /&gt;na porta do peito,&lt;br /&gt;pela janela da alma,&lt;br /&gt;brota uma Luz,&lt;br /&gt;que a todos seduz…&lt;br /&gt;São dias perfeitos,&lt;br /&gt;de azuis liquefeitos&lt;br /&gt;que pintam os mares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mares de enamorados,&lt;br /&gt;onde amores plantados,&lt;br /&gt;em searas ondulantes,&lt;br /&gt;estremecem,&lt;br /&gt;ao mais leve sopro,&lt;br /&gt;dos amantes...&lt;br /&gt;Horizontes de água iluminados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao entardecer,&lt;br /&gt;num puro acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;o desejo planetário,&lt;br /&gt;incandescente, incendiário,&lt;br /&gt;em louco desatino,&lt;br /&gt;cai em abismos ,&lt;br /&gt;de abraços molhados...&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos realizados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escutam-se orquestras nas ondas...&lt;br /&gt;Sinfonias, de&lt;br /&gt;suaves melodias,&lt;br /&gt;refrões do mar!&lt;br /&gt;Salpicos de sal,&lt;br /&gt;Notas a vibrar&lt;br /&gt;Pautas suplicantes,&lt;br /&gt;Marés a rebentar&lt;br /&gt;Amar!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na espuma reluzem,&lt;br /&gt;conchas verde-algas&lt;br /&gt;Luz extasiante,&lt;br /&gt;na janela das almas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São intensos amores,&lt;br /&gt;são secretos Amares,&lt;br /&gt;que se vão consumando&lt;br /&gt;no seio dos Mares!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;@ Margusta&lt;br /&gt;31/10/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema por mim apresentado nas "Noites de Poesia em Vermoim" no passado Sábado dia 1 de Novembro, cujo tema era Mares.&lt;br /&gt;O meu Muito Obrigada á querida Poetisa Maria Mamede, por ter dado voz ao meu poema.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem quiser participar, ou ler as reportagens sobre os eventos clicar neste link &lt;a href="http://movimentum-blogando.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://movimentum-blogando.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-8582945631552394249?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/8582945631552394249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=8582945631552394249' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8582945631552394249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8582945631552394249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/11/quando-amanhece-na-porta-do-peito-pela.html' title='A-Mares'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SQzzLTx-FNI/AAAAAAAABw0/xNmW5XLeltw/s72-c/Por+do+sol+++++26+de+Outubro+de+2008+153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-286624340226103196</id><published>2008-11-01T23:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:43:57.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SQzmf15oomI/AAAAAAAABws/b014PxFch80/s1600-h/Por+do+sol+++++26+de+Outubro+de+2008+195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263835499208417890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SQzmf15oomI/AAAAAAAABws/b014PxFch80/s400/Por+do+sol+++++26+de+Outubro+de+2008+195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...Falamos de sonhos. Dos sonhos que estão acorrentados no casco de um velho barco, o " Ilusão". Sabemos que um dia tudo se irá esvair e, o " Ilusão" naufragar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "Contos do A-Mar"&lt;br /&gt;Outubro de 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-286624340226103196?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/286624340226103196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=286624340226103196' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/286624340226103196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/286624340226103196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/11/falamos-de-sonhos.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SQzmf15oomI/AAAAAAAABws/b014PxFch80/s72-c/Por+do+sol+++++26+de+Outubro+de+2008+195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-620420912697757898</id><published>2008-10-30T14:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:47:44.467Z</updated><title type='text'>DIA NACIONAL DA PREVENÇÃO DO CANCRO DA MAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gu_sBtCWyM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gu_sBtCWyM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Não deixem de ver este vídeo...bom ..eu chorei ao vê-lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Jx9gGZ3LU8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Jx9gGZ3LU8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-620420912697757898?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/620420912697757898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=620420912697757898' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/620420912697757898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/620420912697757898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-nacional-da-preveno-do-cancro-da.html' title='DIA NACIONAL DA PREVENÇÃO DO CANCRO DA MAMA'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-7296617034149287510</id><published>2008-10-27T00:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:04:45.512Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SQUFlfS4reI/AAAAAAAABv0/m0de6-4GiCc/s1600-h/blYjve138701-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SQUFlfS4reI/AAAAAAAABv0/m0de6-4GiCc/s400/blYjve138701-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261617881266302434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sob  esta infinita abóbada celestial&lt;br /&gt;No azul perfeito, pressinto o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Aquele ,  que,  com o amor me despe&lt;br /&gt;Quando é chegada a hora de te amar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O verde dos teus olhos, meu doce amor&lt;br /&gt;Nos ramos dos pinheiros está gravado&lt;br /&gt;Libidez de corpos entrelaçados, sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;Quando se entregam, em desejo compassado&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A natureza alberga a tua imensidão&lt;br /&gt;Nela respiro o teu perfume. A minha vida!...&lt;br /&gt;Nesse teu cheiro de aromas celestiais&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alimentando-me a alma e o coração&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo-me sentir a Musa mais querida&lt;br /&gt;Deusa Rainha,  habitando entre mortais...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;@Margusta&lt;br /&gt;Pinhal da Lagoa de Albufeira&lt;br /&gt;14/09/2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In " Poemas de amor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZcZwUBU1ek&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZcZwUBU1ek&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-7296617034149287510?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/7296617034149287510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=7296617034149287510' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7296617034149287510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7296617034149287510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/10/sob-esta-infinita-abbada-celestial-no.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SQUFlfS4reI/AAAAAAAABv0/m0de6-4GiCc/s72-c/blYjve138701-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-249938762023707727</id><published>2008-10-25T00:47:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:25:08.865Z</updated><title type='text'>Voar em Azul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SQe3O8tP6LI/AAAAAAAABwU/EM0de4sCkxo/s1600-h/Por+do+sol+++++26+de+Outubro+de+2008+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Deixo que as suas asas os transportem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Para ver melhor, clicar em cima das imagens)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SQe6Y-KkAjI/AAAAAAAABwk/8QgeE9PGSts/s1600-h/Por+do+sol+++++26+de+Outubro+de+2008+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-249938762023707727?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/249938762023707727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=249938762023707727' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/249938762023707727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/249938762023707727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/10/voar-em-azul.html' title='Voar em Azul...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SQe3O8tP6LI/AAAAAAAABwU/EM0de4sCkxo/s72-c/Por+do+sol+++++26+de+Outubro+de+2008+169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-7455304686655881545</id><published>2008-10-21T15:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:16:57.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor, é Primavera!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SP3olFhCyaI/AAAAAAAABuM/WINeKvQ68tw/s1600-h/outono35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259615663672183202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SP3olFhCyaI/AAAAAAAABuM/WINeKvQ68tw/s400/outono35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que já é Outono meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;mas, eu e tu , sabemos  que não,&lt;br /&gt;quando nos amamos, com o mesmo ardor,&lt;br /&gt;do sol quente, em dias de Verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos, que o Inverno, nunca irá chegar,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que o tempo, nos diga que é assim,&lt;br /&gt;pois, é  no  nosso jeito de amar,&lt;br /&gt;que o próprio tempo, se perde, sim!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, o brilho das estrelas, do sol e da lua,&lt;br /&gt;espelham a paixão... Ah, e os ardentes beijos,&lt;br /&gt;sufocados pelos dias, da longa espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, se, perguntar-mos ás pedras da própria rua,&lt;br /&gt;nas horas habitadas por todos os desejos,&lt;br /&gt;dizem-nos amor, que não é Outono, que é Primavera!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;@Margusta&lt;br /&gt;In " Poemas de Amor"&lt;br /&gt;09/09/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-7455304686655881545?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/7455304686655881545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=7455304686655881545' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7455304686655881545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7455304686655881545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/10/amor-primavera.html' title='Amor, é Primavera!...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SP3olFhCyaI/AAAAAAAABuM/WINeKvQ68tw/s72-c/outono35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2289478745611783242</id><published>2008-10-18T15:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:42:26.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PELOS TRILHOS DO BETÃO e outros contos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SPnuc62pZ5I/AAAAAAAABt0/uhLL8tClNcU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258496220533974930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SPnuc62pZ5I/AAAAAAAABt0/uhLL8tClNcU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pelos Trilhos do Betão e outros contos são narrativas curtas, recheadas de acção e capazes de prender o leitor ao livro, de início até ao final. O estilo fluente, directo e frontal do autor incute a todos os contos uma carga de fina ironia, mesclada com o realismo frio, por vezes, gélido e cruel da nova urbanidade. António Castilho Dias é, enfim, um mensageiro fiel dos tempos que correm e a sua escrita um testemunho rico e imperdível da modernidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in "Pelos Trilhos do Betão"&lt;br /&gt;artEscrita Editora Ldª&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com alegria, que aqui anuncio nos meus " Momentos Sentidos" a apresentação deste livro da autoria do meu amigo António Castilho Dias &lt;a href="http://eusoulouco2.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;http://eusoulouco2.blogs.sapo.pt/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;A mesma realiza-se hoje pelas 21,30 , na Junta de Freguesia de Vermoim - Maia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti António eu desejo muito SUCESSO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho grande da " Deusa do Mar", nome que sempre me chamas-te com carinho e respeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que este seja o primeiro, de muitos outros livros teus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2289478745611783242?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2289478745611783242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2289478745611783242' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2289478745611783242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2289478745611783242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/10/pelos-trilhos-do-beto-e-outros-contos.html' title='PELOS TRILHOS DO BETÃO e outros contos'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SPnuc62pZ5I/AAAAAAAABt0/uhLL8tClNcU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-3022081404123738824</id><published>2008-10-14T10:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:42:01.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://pt.netlog.com/go/widget/videoID=929890"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pt.netlog.com/go/widget/videoID=929890" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="window" width="336" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-3022081404123738824?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/3022081404123738824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=3022081404123738824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3022081404123738824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3022081404123738824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-6087003682373454004</id><published>2008-10-14T00:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:56:58.017+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ART IRELAND DUBLIN  2008-Grupo Artexpresion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Motivo para sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A convite da&lt;br /&gt;GalerIa ARTEXPRESION &lt;a href="http://www.artexpresion.com/"&gt;http://www.artexpresion.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou inscrita na "Exposición de Artistas Latinos 2008", na ART IRELAND DUBLIN 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui na lista L &lt;a href="http://www.artexpresion.com/artistas_latinos/2008_E-L.htm"&gt;http://www.artexpresion.com/artistas_latinos/2008_E-L.htm&lt;/a&gt; a minha inscrição .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-6087003682373454004?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/6087003682373454004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=6087003682373454004' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6087003682373454004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6087003682373454004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/10/art-ireland-dublin-2008-grupo.html' title='ART IRELAND DUBLIN  2008-Grupo Artexpresion'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2899562238576957421</id><published>2008-10-10T01:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:38:31.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrugada Sem Fronteiras - Albino Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SO6QKfzOHLI/AAAAAAAABtc/CLp6fzGbwEU/s1600-h/K_mad_s_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255296325197372594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SO6QKfzOHLI/AAAAAAAABtc/CLp6fzGbwEU/s400/K_mad_s_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanhã, dia 11 de Outubro, (sábado) pelas 17,15 horas, no Auditório da LIPOR, Baguim do Monte/Rio Tinto, irá realizar-se a sessão de lançamento do livro "MADRUGADA SEM FRONTEIRAS" do Poeta Albino Santos pela Edium Editores.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ( Blog de Albino Santos) &lt;a href="http://as-poliedro.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://as-poliedro.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ver o convite e programa do evento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albino Santos, a quem considero um dos maiores Poetas da actualidade, fez renascer em mim o gosto pela Poesia.&lt;br /&gt;Num estilo muito próprio, Albino Santos dá cor ás palavras, de uma forma que só ele sabe fazer. Pintando os mais belos poemas, numa fascinante tela de Sonhos , onde, o aqui, e o agora, deixam de existir, porque nos é sempre permitido sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti Amigo Poeta os maiores SUCESSOS!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SO6hpkN8oTI/AAAAAAAABtk/DywzfS8pIaI/s1600-h/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255315550656831794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SO6hpkN8oTI/AAAAAAAABtk/DywzfS8pIaI/s400/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGUARDA-ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a alma vazia de ti&lt;br /&gt;neste hálito que ainda te respira.&lt;br /&gt;Aguarda-me!&lt;br /&gt;Voltarei em forma de sonho,&lt;br /&gt;como poesia oculta num beijo que parte,&lt;br /&gt;derradeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Brotarei das constelações e dos céus&lt;br /&gt;na discreta eloquência do silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos já cansados, verás um sinal de fogo&lt;br /&gt;para que me distingas na noite por entre os pirilampos.&lt;br /&gt;Aguarda-me!&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar a sonhar nos teus braços…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albino Santos&lt;br /&gt;in " Madrugada Sem Fronteiras"&lt;br /&gt;Edium Editores&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2899562238576957421?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2899562238576957421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2899562238576957421' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2899562238576957421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2899562238576957421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/10/madrugada-sem-fronteiras-albino-santos.html' title='Madrugada Sem Fronteiras - Albino Santos'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SO6QKfzOHLI/AAAAAAAABtc/CLp6fzGbwEU/s72-c/K_mad_s_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-747681035711111734</id><published>2008-10-08T15:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:20:10.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-44.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782132167236&amp;amp;site=widget-44.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=h5&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132167236&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-44.slide.com/p1/216172782132167236/h5_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=h5&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132167236&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-44.slide.com/p2/216172782132167236/h5_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=h5&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132167236&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-44.slide.com/p4/216172782132167236/h5_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Chegaram as gaivotas amor, em finais de Setembro.&lt;br /&gt;Com os seus voos livres, enfeitam docemente os céus. Vão ficar por aqui , até meados de Novembro...depois partem...como que pressentindo os tristes dias de Inverno.&lt;br /&gt;E, eu amor, fico colada na praia a vê-las partir. Em cada Outono que chega , cresce mais em mim essa vontade enorme de partir com elas...  deixar-me ir em  serenos voos azuis ao teu encontro... (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Margusta&lt;br /&gt;in contos do (A)Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-747681035711111734?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/747681035711111734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=747681035711111734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/747681035711111734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/747681035711111734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-3808554327008340438</id><published>2008-10-07T10:28:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:58:11.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Promessas Outonais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SOstvGw3-JI/AAAAAAAABtU/Yw671bPj-0A/s1600-h/pla04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254343677550524562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SOstvGw3-JI/AAAAAAAABtU/Yw671bPj-0A/s400/pla04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No ciclo do tempo, chega sempre um novo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o tempo de cumprir as promessas outonais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voam folhas, como asas de pássaro em movimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até repousarem inertes no restolho dos trigais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troncos desnudos, mostram segredos e recantos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em sensuais abraços apertados em lírica loucura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encerrando mistérios de sorrisos e de prantos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com a alma exposta na paisagem com ternura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No horizonte do olhar, despidas mas sempre belas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há aguarelas perfeitas pintadas de sonho e poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que surgiram plenas, naturais, sem terem dono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza está sempre nas coisas mais singelas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como o sol poente que adormece ao fim do dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na luz despida mas sempre bela, porque é Outono!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Margusta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagem daqui&lt;a href="http://www.fotosphotos.com/plap19.htm"&gt;http://www.fotosphotos.com/plap19.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-3808554327008340438?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/3808554327008340438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=3808554327008340438' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3808554327008340438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3808554327008340438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/10/promessas-outonais.html' title='Promessas Outonais'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SOstvGw3-JI/AAAAAAAABtU/Yw671bPj-0A/s72-c/pla04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2004163069450641409</id><published>2008-10-03T23:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:58:18.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Até Sempre Poeta!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SOajOIJdqoI/AAAAAAAABMw/EKabb35vQqo/s1600-h/Gaivotas+dia+3+de+Outubro+de+2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065478474934914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SOajOIJdqoI/AAAAAAAABMw/EKabb35vQqo/s400/Gaivotas+dia+3+de+Outubro+de+2008+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A UMA MULHER DO MEU PAÍS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre as asas, tu que não desistes&lt;br /&gt;de encontrar as asas nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;e com eles descobrires novos espaços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre as asas, tu que não desistes&lt;br /&gt;de rasgar, no tempo, o calendário&lt;br /&gt;que preenche, em cada dia, o teu diário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre as asas, tu que não desistes&lt;br /&gt;de mostrar que és viva, e continuas&lt;br /&gt;percorrendo, serena, as mesmas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre as asas, tu que não desistes&lt;br /&gt;de mudar a face da cidade&lt;br /&gt;em ímpetos de arrojo e de vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre as asas, tu que não desistes&lt;br /&gt;de enfrentar o sol que te encandeia&lt;br /&gt;e quebra a tua última cadeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre as asas, amor, e segue em frente,&lt;br /&gt;voa sempre, voa sempre, sem cansaço,&lt;br /&gt;e ensina a voar toda esta gente&lt;br /&gt;que continua especada olhando o espaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERNANDO PEIXOTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Fernando Peixoto o Grande Poeta que sempre li em silêncio , escreve agora poemas no Céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POETA vamos ficar especados olhando o espaço, em busca de TI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até sempre !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu último poema aqui &lt;a href="http://chavedapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje-o-chave-da-poesia-faz-uma.html"&gt;http://chavedapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje-o-chave-da-poesia-faz-uma.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arca de Ternura &lt;a href="http://arcadeternura.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://arcadeternura.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o Mundo é um Palco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://todomundoeumpalco.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-si-amigo.html"&gt;http://todomundoeumpalco.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-si-amigo.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2004163069450641409?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2004163069450641409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2004163069450641409' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2004163069450641409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2004163069450641409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-sempre-poeta.html' title='Até Sempre Poeta!!!'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SOajOIJdqoI/AAAAAAAABMw/EKabb35vQqo/s72-c/Gaivotas+dia+3+de+Outubro+de+2008+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-8177673391262983120</id><published>2008-09-29T15:47:00.019+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:43:31.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Burocracia, ou o  País do deixa andar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODvSw2jbuI/AAAAAAAABMo/MXWwQcmp5MM/s1600-h/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251460271144398562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODvSw2jbuI/AAAAAAAABMo/MXWwQcmp5MM/s400/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois de algumas tentativas, e não obtendo uma resposta concreta não tive outra alternativa senão publicar um post tão " Sujo" no meu blog. Facto de que não me orgulho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez vi, turistas a comentar e a tirar fotos!...Uma vergonha para o nosso País!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais esta semana andava um rato no meu jardim...será que veio de lá?... Cabe-me o benefício da dúvida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero continuar a publicar só fotos lindas desta cidade...a cidade dos meus " Momentos Sentidos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem de direito...analise e julgue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já que eu sou uma "pequenina cidadã" que não sou escutada... E a meter-me onde não sou chamada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois a Divisão de Salubridade, nunca se dignou a dar-me uma resposta... Quem sabe talvez já tenha dado andamento ao caso, afinal de contas o meu primeiro telefonema foi em Junho... Só que o lixo continua lá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem quiser ler aqui estão os mails que enviei , e respectivas respostas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de maria augusta loureiro &lt;mariaaugusta.loureiro@gmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para almadainforma@cma.m/almada.pt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;data 29 de agosto de 2008 10:44&lt;br /&gt;assunto Saúde publica - Lixeira no centro da Costa da Caparica&lt;br /&gt;enviado por gmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ex-mos Senhores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moro na rua( por motivos da minha privacidade aqui no blog oculto a minha área de residência) , nesta rua encontra-se uma Vivenda abandonada faz alguns anos.&lt;br /&gt;Desde do passado mês de Junho, os moradores dos prédios ao lado da vivenda que não têm caixote para o lixo, depositando todo o lixo doméstico, no recinto da respectiva vivenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devido ao mau cheiro e ao perigo que pode representar para a saúde publica , já por duas vezes que contactei os Vossos serviços. A primeira no inicio de Junho, e a segunda no principio de Agosto. Da primeira vez foi-me dito apenas que iam enviar um inspector ao local, o que nunca se chegou a verificar. Da segunda vez disseram-me que tinha que formalizar a queixa, pois não enviariam nenhum inspector ao local e que da primeira vez fui mal informada. Questionei porque teria de ser eu a formalizar a queixa, visto ser um local onde passam imensas pessoas, no coração da cidade, que se tem por uma cidade turística sendo uma vergonha para o Município. Onde está a protecção civil?.. Porque entidades é composta?...Será que todos passam e fecham os olhos!!!...Sendo a referida rua ainda por cima também situada a poucos metros das instalações da Junta de Freguesia. Pergunto ainda se os funcionários que fazem a recolha do lixo também não poderiam ou terão a obrigação de informar as chefias do que se está a passar?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que outras queixas já foram apresentadas na Câmara Municipal e até ao momento nada foi feito!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vizinha minha foi falar com uma funcionaria da Junta de Freguesia e segundo a mesma foi-lhe dito que quem apresentar a queixa tem de pagar a remoção do lixo. Quero pensar que a minha vizinha se enganou no que me disse ou ouviu mal!..Só pode!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento já são imensas as moscas no local e já invadem o meu quintal, não tarda aparecem os ratos e ratazanas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou enviar três fotos que tirei faz quinze dias, se nada for feito enviarei estas para os jornais e televisões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem outro assunto,&lt;br /&gt;Melhores Cumprimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Augusta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almada Informa - DIRP - C.M.Almada &lt;almadainforma@cma.m-almada.pt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paramaria augusta loureiro &lt;mariaaugusta.loureiro@gmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;data29 de agosto de 2008 11:21&lt;br /&gt;assuntoRE: Saúde publica - Lixeira no centro da Costa da Caparica&lt;br /&gt;enviado porcma.m-almada.pt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ocultar detalhes 29 ago &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Exma. Senhora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informo que o seu e-mail foi reencaminhado para a Divisão de Salubridade.&lt;br /&gt;Cumprimentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Divisão de Informação e Relações Públicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deMaria Adelaíde Lima - DSEVT - DMOVU - C.M.Almada &lt;mlima@cma.m-almada.pt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para"Norberto Gomes - DFM - C.M.Almada" &lt;ngomes@cma.m-almada.pt&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;"Almada Informa - DIRP - C.M.Almada" &lt;almadainforma@cma.m-almada.pt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ccmariaaugusta.loureiro@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;data29 de agosto de 2008 12:14&lt;br /&gt;assuntoRE: Saúde publica - Lixeira no centro da Costa da Caparica&lt;br /&gt;enviado porcma.m-almada.pt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ocultar detalhes 29 ago Responder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Junto se remete o presente e-mail s/ o assunto em epígrafe, dado tratar-se de assunto da competência desses serviços por se tratar de propriedade privada, a fim de darem seguimento ao mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais informo que nesta data dei conhecimento ao requerente que o mesmo foi enviado p/ o para a Divisão de Fiscalização pelo que poderá contactar aqueles serviços através do telefone212736050, fax 212736054 ou e-mail Div.fiscalizaçao@CMA.m-Almada.pt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os melhores cumprimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide Lima&lt;br /&gt;Chefe de Secção&lt;br /&gt;Departamento de Salubridade Espaços Verdes e Transportes&lt;br /&gt;Departamento de Trânsito Rede Viária e Manutenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Câmara Municipal de Almada&lt;br /&gt;Rua de Vale Figueira 30&lt;br /&gt;2815-850 Sobreda de Caparica&lt;br /&gt;telf. 21 254 97 00&lt;br /&gt;Ext 19702&lt;br /&gt;Fax. 21 254 97 98&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:alima@cma.m-almada.pt"&gt;alima@cma.m-almada.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maria augusta loureiro &lt;mariaaugusta.loureiro@gmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parangomes@cma.m-almada.pt,&lt;br /&gt;almadainforma@cma.m-almada.pt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;data24 de setembro de 2008 07:45&lt;br /&gt;assuntoFwd: Saúde publica - Lixeira no centro da Costa da Caparica&lt;br /&gt;enviado porgmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ocultar detalhes 24 set (5 dias atrás) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ex-mos Senhores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorrido que é quase um mês sobre o meu mail, e visto a situação se manter na mesma, pretendia que por favor me informassem se alguma coisa já foi feita neste sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto, quantos meses são preciso mais para retirar aquele lixo á vista de todos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso fazer disso noticia?..Primeiro nos meu blog...e depois nos meios de comunicação?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico a aguardar uma resposta&lt;br /&gt;Melhores cumprimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.Augusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deAlmada Informa - DIRP - C.M.Almada &lt;almadainforma@cma.m-almada.pt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paramaria augusta loureiro &lt;mariaaugusta.loureiro@gmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;data24 de setembro de 2008 09:48&lt;br /&gt;assuntoRE: Saúde publica - Lixeira no centro da Costa da Caparica&lt;br /&gt;enviado porcma.m-almada.pt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ocultar detalhes 24 set (5 dias atrás) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Exma. Senhora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informo que o seu e-mail foi reencaminhado para a Divisão de Fiscalização Municipal.&lt;br /&gt;Cumprimentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Divisão de Informação e Relações Públicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODrRQbZa0I/AAAAAAAABMY/Vzo50TYBwqw/s1600-h/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251455847214181186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODrRQbZa0I/AAAAAAAABMY/Vzo50TYBwqw/s400/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODrC6tuc0I/AAAAAAAABMQ/XbDafBLVlhw/s1600-h/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251455600867308354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODrC6tuc0I/AAAAAAAABMQ/XbDafBLVlhw/s400/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODq3qz3NeI/AAAAAAAABMI/mm2vTXw3_r0/s1600-h/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251455407619519970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODq3qz3NeI/AAAAAAAABMI/mm2vTXw3_r0/s400/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODqvfsLmhI/AAAAAAAABMA/j4DB06vwUf8/s1600-h/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251455267195558418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODqvfsLmhI/AAAAAAAABMA/j4DB06vwUf8/s400/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado da rua...o que resta de uma vivenda. Por este local passam muitas pessoas todos os dias, e estão várias viaturas estacionadas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Principalmente em dias de Inverno evito passar por aqui...é que um dia "a casa vem mesmo abaixo"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois digam que acontecem fatalidades!...Desmoronamentos, pessoas soterradas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não seria melhor antes da casa roubada, colocar trancas à porta? ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODqoOET69I/AAAAAAAABL4/Fw1rOFeuk6I/s1600-h/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251455142205844434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODqoOET69I/AAAAAAAABL4/Fw1rOFeuk6I/s400/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-8177673391262983120?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/8177673391262983120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=8177673391262983120' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8177673391262983120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8177673391262983120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/09/burocracia-ou-o-pas-do-deixa-andar.html' title='Burocracia, ou o  País do deixa andar....'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SODvSw2jbuI/AAAAAAAABMo/MXWwQcmp5MM/s72-c/29+de+Setembro+de+2008+-Lixeira+e+outras+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-1362910012197528738</id><published>2008-09-26T23:58:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:18:35.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos da Exposição de Pintura no Hospital Garcia da Orta - Almada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1qULrc5vI/AAAAAAAABLI/XWR1GGhRUOs/s1600-h/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250469635548833522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1qULrc5vI/AAAAAAAABLI/XWR1GGhRUOs/s400/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Libertação dos sentidos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim se chama a minha exposição de pintura a decorrer no Hospital Garcia da Orta em   Almada , de 26 de Setembro a 24 de Outubro.&lt;br /&gt;A mesma realiza-se no Hall da Administração do Hospital , e pode ser visitada de segunda a sexta-feira entre as 9h e as 19h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podem visitar também as exposições de outros pintores no Hall Principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1qMqn_TRI/AAAAAAAABLA/T5V2NMhC2ro/s1600-h/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250469506416856338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1qMqn_TRI/AAAAAAAABLA/T5V2NMhC2ro/s400/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1qEbcNCFI/AAAAAAAABK4/fMF7Xmdro-E/s1600-h/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250469364901939282" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1p0qArfxI/AAAAAAAABKo/AFNabL9C-3Q/s400/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1pvUaOCeI/AAAAAAAABKg/JiEw1ynXZE8/s1600-h/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250469002237315554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1pvUaOCeI/AAAAAAAABKg/JiEw1ynXZE8/s400/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1pnV8STrI/AAAAAAAABKY/Q3Ad5K5gJ4o/s1600-h/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250468865209683634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1pnV8STrI/AAAAAAAABKY/Q3Ad5K5gJ4o/s400/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1pgdzgZRI/AAAAAAAABKQ/R8rprG29mgs/s1600-h/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250468747061257490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1pgdzgZRI/AAAAAAAABKQ/R8rprG29mgs/s400/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1pZFqOe0I/AAAAAAAABKI/9GyuGyqQlRk/s1600-h/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250468620320799554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1pZFqOe0I/AAAAAAAABKI/9GyuGyqQlRk/s400/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                A boa   disposição de  Patrícia,  a minha amiga destas andanças ;) que me ajuda nas montagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  Beijinhos Amiga!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1pSk4y6RI/AAAAAAAABKA/m8dv9zV34EE/s1600-h/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250468508444322066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1pSk4y6RI/AAAAAAAABKA/m8dv9zV34EE/s400/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Tentando seguir o vôo das borboletas.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Preciso de vôos de esperança!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos para todos os que passarem por aqui!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-1362910012197528738?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/1362910012197528738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=1362910012197528738' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1362910012197528738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1362910012197528738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/09/fotos-da-exposio-de-pintura-no-hospital.html' title='Fotos da Exposição de Pintura no Hospital Garcia da Orta - Almada'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SN1qULrc5vI/AAAAAAAABLI/XWR1GGhRUOs/s72-c/26+de+Setembro+2008+-Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Garcia+da+orta+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-5993751599906878230</id><published>2008-09-22T14:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:15:23.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento Sentido e  Exposição de Pintura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SNE2A3Wo4cI/AAAAAAAABJw/1UngXSadlYA/s1600-h/17+de+Setembro+Tela+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247034429350142402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SNE2A3Wo4cI/AAAAAAAABJw/1UngXSadlYA/s400/17+de+Setembro+Tela+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madrugadas Clandestinas " Acrilico S/Tela 60x100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi com emoção, e os olhos marejados de lágrimas que hoje vi o meu nome e a minha foto, junto à bandeira de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Desde pequena que sempre sonhei vir a ser pintora , que adorei brincar e jogar com as cores...Mas a vida e o tempo não mo permitiam, até que em 2003 , e, após uma situação de desemprego, que me deixou muito triste por me sentir injustiçada, refugiei-me nas tintas como terapia, e mais tarde também nas letras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje penso que Deus, ou o nome que cada um lhe queira dar... pois mesmo os que não acreditam Nele, acreditam quase sempre numa força Superior, tem sempre um caminho reservado para todos nós. As pessoas não se cruzam por acaso... e as coisas não acontecem por acaso...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, eu consegui apagar a Mágoa que ainda existia no meu coração para com todos aqueles que estiveram envolvidos no processo do meu despedimento. Hoje , eu recordo os seus rostos e as suas vozes , com saudades e muita Paz.. Hoje eu peço ao Deus em que acredito que os abençoe, porque eles foram elementos necessários neste caminho que agora começo a percorrer aos poucos...Sei que Deus tinha e tem outros projectos para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Este Deus ou esta energia, como lhe queiram chamar, e de quem eu quase sempre me esqueço, sinto que tem estado sempre ao meu lado, que nunca me abandonou, nesta vida que não me tem sido muito fácil de trilhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos meses vi o meu nome nas pequenas imprensas regionais, e no último Sábado vi a imagem de uma tela minha , usada como sinopse em peça de teatro, e imprimida até nos próprios bilhetes do mesmo espectáculo. Tenho visto ao longo dos dois últimos anos as minhas pinturas serem acolhidas em vários sites , a todos agradeço de coração!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje, como Vos digo comovi-me até ás lágrimas, pela bandeira de Portugal, por estar ao lado de grandes pintores, e por ter sido escolhida por um grande pintor da Argentina no seu site que se chama "Pintores del alma".... É com a alma que pinto!!!... O meu Muito Obrigada a Alfredo Jesús Rocha ( psíquico, pintor e escritor" ver aqui (&lt;a href="http://www.alfredojesusrocha.com.ar/"&gt;http://www.alfredojesusrocha.com.ar/&lt;/a&gt; ) por ter captado a minha mensagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste link podem ver-me incluída nos "Pintores del alma" (&lt;a href="http://www.pintoresdelalma.com.ar/galerias2.htm"&gt;http://www.pintoresdelalma.com.ar/galerias2.htm&lt;/a&gt;) , onde têm o link directo para a minha página na Artelista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos os que se têm cruzado na minha vida, aqui ou na vida real , eu agradeço a Deus por existirem!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito para anunciar a minha próxima exposição " &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Libertação dos sentidos&lt;/span&gt;" no Hospital Garcia da Orta em Almada de 26 de Setembro a 24 de Outubro.&lt;br /&gt;A mesma será realizada no Hall da Administração do Hospital, e poderá ser visitada de segunda a sexta-feira entre as 9h e as 19h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-5993751599906878230?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/5993751599906878230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=5993751599906878230' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5993751599906878230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5993751599906878230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Momento Sentido e  Exposição de Pintura'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SNE2A3Wo4cI/AAAAAAAABJw/1UngXSadlYA/s72-c/17+de+Setembro+Tela+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-8778862945337664105</id><published>2008-09-20T00:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:19:30.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SNQzaLX8SNI/AAAAAAAABJ4/3mWvf1uNtWI/s1600-h/ygyuguy3nzjn7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247875990616295634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SNQzaLX8SNI/AAAAAAAABJ4/3mWvf1uNtWI/s400/ygyuguy3nzjn7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apaga-se a sombra do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;no voo incerto das borboletas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em queda livre,&lt;br /&gt;a esperança adiada,&lt;br /&gt;desfralda a bandeira,&lt;br /&gt;à saudade indefesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruzam-se os olhares,&lt;br /&gt;em rostos ansiosos...&lt;br /&gt;Escutam-se as músicas,&lt;br /&gt;das partituras sonhadas;&lt;br /&gt;Risos!...&lt;br /&gt;Alegrias renascidas,&lt;br /&gt;nas emoções desabrochadas...&lt;br /&gt;Encontros!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantes,&lt;br /&gt;em que, presenças ancoradas&lt;br /&gt;trituram as ausências,&lt;br /&gt;com sombras iluminadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Margusta&lt;br /&gt;06/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;Sarau de Poesia em Vermoim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-8778862945337664105?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/8778862945337664105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=8778862945337664105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8778862945337664105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8778862945337664105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/09/encontros.html' title='Encontros'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SNQzaLX8SNI/AAAAAAAABJ4/3mWvf1uNtWI/s72-c/ygyuguy3nzjn7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2518875566587954760</id><published>2008-09-16T07:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:32:01.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" A Fronteira"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SM9RpXdskII/AAAAAAAABJY/4X4z9-U79-w/s1600-h/Tela_13_de_Fevereiro_de_2007_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246501862024974466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SM9RpXdskII/AAAAAAAABJY/4X4z9-U79-w/s400/Tela_13_de_Fevereiro_de_2007_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Casa Municipal Juventude de Cacilhas - Ponto Encontro, acolhe nos dias 19 e 20 de Setembro, pelas 21h30, a peça teatral "A Fronteira" , um drama de Paz Kardo que trata o tema da busca da felicidade humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;O estado de Felicidade tem sido a maior busca do homem desde sempre. No entanto, toda a busca da felicidade não é mais que uma busca sem êxito, de homens e mulheres, adultos que se vão tornando cada vez mais cinzentos num mundo cada vez mais escuro e sem côr. Esta peça de teatro ensina-nos que estamos a fazer a busca errada, porque ‘não se pode ser feliz’, apenas e somente ‘pode estar-se feliz’ e ‘o aproveitar do momento é mesmo o mais importante de tudo’&lt;/strong&gt;…”&lt;br /&gt;Encenação de Olavo Sousa e Paz Kardo&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Paz Kardo Grupo de Teatro Sinergia&lt;br /&gt;Organização Câmara Municipal de Almada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservas: Tlm.: 96 766 5758&lt;br /&gt;Email: &lt;a href="mailto:sinergia-s@hotmail.com"&gt;sinergia-s@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa Municipal Juventude Cacilhas,&lt;br /&gt;Ponto Encontro Rua Trindade Coelho 3,&lt;br /&gt;Cacilhas&lt;br /&gt;Tel.: 21 274 2810&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.m-almada.pt/portal/page/portal/CMA/AGENDA/EVENTOS_AGENDA/?cma_evento_ag=14617936&amp;amp;cboui=14617936"&gt;http://www.m-almada.pt/portal/page/portal/CMA/AGENDA/EVENTOS_AGENDA/?cma_evento_ag=14617936&amp;amp;cboui=14617936&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz Kardo é o pseudónimo de Ricardo Teixeira. Nascido e criado na Costa de Caparica, trabalha na área da psicologia e animação sócio-cultural, faz da caneta a sua espada e as palavras são a sua batalha, e na mesma medida, o seu refúgio e o seu modo de comunicação mais sublime com o mundo na sua tentativa de encontro com a arte.&lt;br /&gt;Para Ricardo Teixeira e Paz Kardo uma coisa é certa: "Uma caneta que não escreve é como uma voz que não fala".&lt;br /&gt;Autor dos romances " Ausência", " Não há certezas" e " O caçador de Dons" , tem outros romances já na "gaveta". Um escritor que promete ter ainda muito, mas muito para nos dar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti amigo Ricardo , eu desejo os maiores SUCESSOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem tiver oportunidade não perca esta peça teatral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acima a minha tela " Sinergia" utilizada como sinopse nesta peça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2518875566587954760?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2518875566587954760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2518875566587954760' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2518875566587954760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2518875566587954760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/09/fronteira.html' title='&quot; A Fronteira&quot;'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SM9RpXdskII/AAAAAAAABJY/4X4z9-U79-w/s72-c/Tela_13_de_Fevereiro_de_2007_017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-8383879229841939578</id><published>2008-09-16T07:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:46:17.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEM SABE, AMANHÃ SERÁ PRIMAVERA!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SM9vaWB7haI/AAAAAAAABJg/7BDObJIRj7I/s1600-h/K_quem_sabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246534589290874274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SM9vaWB7haI/AAAAAAAABJg/7BDObJIRj7I/s400/K_quem_sabe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Livro da autoria da querida Poetisa Maria Mamede , e o do meu querido Amigo e Poeta Albino Santos, apresentado ontem na Feira do Livro de Gondomar.&lt;br /&gt;Um livro a não perder!!!&lt;br /&gt;Para eles eu desejo os maiores SUCESSOS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-8383879229841939578?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/8383879229841939578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=8383879229841939578' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8383879229841939578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8383879229841939578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/09/quem-sabe-amanh-ser-primavera.html' title='QUEM SABE, AMANHÃ SERÁ PRIMAVERA!...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SM9vaWB7haI/AAAAAAAABJg/7BDObJIRj7I/s72-c/K_quem_sabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-1864560355433566492</id><published>2008-09-01T23:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:48:35.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SLxsDxD-uzI/AAAAAAAABI8/Ci6MsigJpiw/s1600-h/lightpic.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241182878317853490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SLxsDxD-uzI/AAAAAAAABI8/Ci6MsigJpiw/s400/lightpic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti, o tempo dói.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se por aquilo que foi,&lt;br /&gt;ou pelo que não será mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esmoreço,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto os sonhos se esfumam&lt;br /&gt;sugados por sombras&lt;br /&gt;furtivas e fatais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;Passam as horas,&lt;br /&gt;habitadas pela ausência.&lt;br /&gt;No olhar vazio,&lt;br /&gt;desfilam as imagens de outrora. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pura evidência,&lt;br /&gt;de,&lt;br /&gt;que é no passado,&lt;br /&gt;que respiro a tua essência,&lt;br /&gt;e, sobrevivo no agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti,&lt;br /&gt;a noite acordou cheia de segredos.&lt;br /&gt;No ventre carregava uma fome de beijos,&lt;br /&gt;com o teu nome escrito...&lt;br /&gt;Sabiam a amoras silvestres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devorei os teus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;e, adormeci saciada&lt;br /&gt;no fundo da tua boca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;Revivi as horas alucinantes,&lt;br /&gt;que vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos banhados de emoção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito tremeu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem ti...&lt;br /&gt;regressei a mim,&lt;br /&gt;nesta saudade sem razão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@Margusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-1864560355433566492?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/1864560355433566492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=1864560355433566492' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1864560355433566492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1864560355433566492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/09/sem-ti.html' title='Sem ti...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SLxsDxD-uzI/AAAAAAAABI8/Ci6MsigJpiw/s72-c/lightpic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-4945530758191793355</id><published>2008-08-25T16:34:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:28:22.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro do Concurso de Poesia , do " Ora, vejamos..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-d1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782131939537&amp;amp;site=widget-d1.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782131939537&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d1.slide.com/p1/216172782131939537/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782131939537&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d1.slide.com/p2/216172782131939537/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782131939537&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d1.slide.com/p4/216172782131939537/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: double; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; BORDER-TOP: double; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; BACKGROUND: #3399cc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: double; WIDTH: 120px; COLOR: white; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BORDER-BOTTOM: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ora, vejamos...&lt;br /&gt;Concurso de Poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/3113719"&gt;@ Lulu.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/3113719"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" src="http://horabsurda.org/images/poemas.png" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:henrique@horabsurda.net"&gt;Contacto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado dia 23 de Agosto, um dia cheio de emoções fortes!...&lt;br /&gt;Confesso, que, com um certo nervosismo mas entusiasmada, lá parti rumo a Leiria.&lt;br /&gt;Partia ao encontro de gente que só conhecia de nome ou de foto, excepto a Ester Afonso que já conheço pessoalmente vai para dois anos , das minhas exposições de pintura...Ah e o Henrique Sousa que conhecia das apresentações dos livros na youtube , quando o cumprimentei tive a sensação, de que já o conhecia fazia muito tempo!...&lt;br /&gt;E o nervosismo inicial logo se dissipou, quando a querida Ashera me recebeu com uma simpatia fora do comum... Obrigada querida Ashera por toda a tua simpatia e essa arte de tão bem receber!...Senti-me em casa!!!... A capa do livro da tua autoria está Linda!!!... Parabéns!!!&lt;br /&gt;O encontro decorreu num ambiente muito agradável e familiar. Perdoem-me não mencionar o nome de todos os presentes, participantes no Concurso . A idade dos participantes variava entre os 12 anos de idade Catarina Norte( já com um livro seu editado, e com menção honrosa neste concurso) e Maria Teodora, uma senhora de 83 anos de idade... Linda..eu diria que o rosto desta Senhora é um autêntico Poema!. Com Maria Teodora estavam a Maria Carvalhosa, de uma simpatia sem limites, e sua mãe Noémia Carvalhosa igualmente muito simpática!...Três gerações..três amantes da Poesia!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Poetisa Maria Teodora, gostava de aqui deixar um soneto, lido pela sua sobrinha Maria Carvalhosa com muita emoção no decorrer deste encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e como é belo de ver como alguém com esta doce idade, ainda consegue sentir assim o amor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saber Amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Como é bom saber amar alguém,&lt;br /&gt;ter dentro de si aquele amor ardente,&lt;br /&gt;amar com todo ardor que a alma consente&lt;br /&gt;sem temer ser loucura, mal... ou bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas há quem se iluda, quem diga que ama...&lt;br /&gt;frouxa luz de candeia que se apaga,&lt;br /&gt;simples amor que esvoaça, que divaga,&lt;br /&gt;deixa morrer no coração a chama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é tudo o que se dá feito ternura,&lt;br /&gt;é ficar preso d'alguém sem amargura,&lt;br /&gt;sem se sentir como ave em cativeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o encontro de paixões iguais... sentidas;&lt;br /&gt;depois, duas almas numa só unidas,&lt;br /&gt;duas vidas que se entregam por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Teodora (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o encontro decorreu com muito entusiasmo e alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Recebi com emoção duas menções honrosas atribuídas aos meus poemas " Entrei num poema" e " Dias..."&lt;br /&gt;Estiveram presentes o Alberto Pereira, o 1ºPremiado e bem merecido. Para ele os meus Parabéns , e um dos membros do Júri , o Poeta e Professor Firmino Mendes.&lt;br /&gt;Tive pena de não ter conhecido os outros membros do Júri Heloísa B. P. , Otília Martel e Ana Valentina . Para eles o meu Abraço!.. Quem sabe um dia nos possamos encontrar noutro evento destes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Henrique pela oportunidade e incentivo que cria a quem tem amor pelas letras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem Haja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-4945530758191793355?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/4945530758191793355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=4945530758191793355' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4945530758191793355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4945530758191793355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Encontro do Concurso de Poesia , do &quot; Ora, vejamos...&quot;'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-7336799716843135201</id><published>2008-08-21T00:36:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:20:27.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a minha tia Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyrBIwucUI/AAAAAAAABHw/WsucCU0C6Sg/s1600-h/10+de+Agosto+2008+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236748502745116994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyrBIwucUI/AAAAAAAABHw/WsucCU0C6Sg/s400/10+de+Agosto+2008+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyq7EmbWXI/AAAAAAAABHo/uUJdn3s83sU/s1600-h/10+de+Agosto+2008+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236748398548965746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyq7EmbWXI/AAAAAAAABHo/uUJdn3s83sU/s400/10+de+Agosto+2008+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyrGWzv8sI/AAAAAAAABH4/xcfnwP1h-nI/s1600-h/10+de+Agosto+2008+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236748592415240898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyrGWzv8sI/AAAAAAAABH4/xcfnwP1h-nI/s400/10+de+Agosto+2008+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyrMiu6DFI/AAAAAAAABIA/LLmNBgobk1M/s1600-h/10+de+Agosto+2008+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236748698695371858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyrMiu6DFI/AAAAAAAABIA/LLmNBgobk1M/s400/10+de+Agosto+2008+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyqzm6o7nI/AAAAAAAABHg/Nz3-ujGCFhs/s1600-h/10+de+Agosto+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236748270321593970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyqzm6o7nI/AAAAAAAABHg/Nz3-ujGCFhs/s400/10+de+Agosto+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyqpNDowhI/AAAAAAAABHY/BsE9V3emwaA/s1600-h/10+de+Agosto+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236748091581317650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyqpNDowhI/AAAAAAAABHY/BsE9V3emwaA/s400/10+de+Agosto+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tia algumas das cores LINDAS do teu jardim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto-lhes o perfume....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-7336799716843135201?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7336799716843135201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7336799716843135201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/08/para-minha-tia-rosa.html' title='Para a minha tia Rosa'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SKyrBIwucUI/AAAAAAAABHw/WsucCU0C6Sg/s72-c/10+de+Agosto+2008+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-1383642671854035528</id><published>2008-08-05T00:05:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:40.479Z</updated><title type='text'>Exposição de Pintura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJf5cbwC97I/AAAAAAAABFw/IrATLzF1itg/s1600-h/Nova+TELA+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230923759095052210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJf5cbwC97I/AAAAAAAABFw/IrATLzF1itg/s400/Nova+TELA+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Labirinto Humano ( Acrilico S/Tela 40X40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;É o nome que dei à minha próxima exposição. A mesma estará patente de 10 a 31 de Agosto no Hospital Rainha Santa Isabel _ Torres Novas.&lt;br /&gt;Ver aqui &lt;a href="http://www.dgies.min-saude.pt/recursos/empreendimentos/hospital_torres.pdf"&gt;http://www.dgies.min-saude.pt/recursos/empreendimentos/hospital_torres.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e aqui &lt;a href="http://www.directorio.iol.pt/hospital-rainha-santa-isabel-torres-novas--193097.htm"&gt;http://www.directorio.iol.pt/hospital-rainha-santa-isabel-torres-novas--193097.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localização e informação sobre esta Unidade Hospitalar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposição anunciada na Artelista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artelista.com/autor/6362272375736729-loureiro.html"&gt;http://www.artelista.com/autor/6362272375736729-loureiro.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e no meu blog das Pinturas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://galeriadecores.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://galeriadecores.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Jornal Torrejano em 08/08/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jornaltorrejano.pt/edicao/"&gt;http://www.jornaltorrejano.pt/edicao/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jornaltorrejano.pt/edicao/noticia/?id=528&amp;amp;ed=631"&gt;http://www.jornaltorrejano.pt/edicao/noticia/?id=528&amp;amp;ed=631&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no Jornal Almonda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ucatn.blogspot.com/2008/08/liga-dos-amigos-do-hospital-de-torres.html"&gt;http://ucatn.blogspot.com/2008/08/liga-dos-amigos-do-hospital-de-torres.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos da Exposição, composta por 22 obras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJ9aNMM3W8I/AAAAAAAABG4/rw_rqiug1Ew/s1600-h/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Torres+Novas+-+Agosto+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233000474687790018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJ9aNMM3W8I/AAAAAAAABG4/rw_rqiug1Ew/s400/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Torres+Novas+-+Agosto+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJ9aHGb1e6I/AAAAAAAABGw/OOShwS7oKp4/s1600-h/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Torres+Novas+-+Agosto+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233000370060753826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJ9aHGb1e6I/AAAAAAAABGw/OOShwS7oKp4/s400/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Torres+Novas+-+Agosto+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJ9Z-6p8eWI/AAAAAAAABGo/DF6p3_96DIo/s1600-h/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Torres+Novas+-+Agosto+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233000229459753314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJ9Z-6p8eWI/AAAAAAAABGo/DF6p3_96DIo/s400/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Torres+Novas+-+Agosto+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJ9Z0O2VmYI/AAAAAAAABGg/7P2ESprOKOs/s1600-h/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Torres+Novas+-+Agosto+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233000045901879682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJ9Z0O2VmYI/AAAAAAAABGg/7P2ESprOKOs/s400/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Torres+Novas+-+Agosto+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJ9ZspPHszI/AAAAAAAABGY/3sDeKf2uZMA/s1600-h/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Torres+Novas+-+Agosto+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232999915546194738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJ9ZspPHszI/AAAAAAAABGY/3sDeKf2uZMA/s400/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Torres+Novas+-+Agosto+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-1383642671854035528?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/1383642671854035528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=1383642671854035528' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1383642671854035528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1383642671854035528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/08/exposio-de-pintura.html' title='Exposição de Pintura'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SJf5cbwC97I/AAAAAAAABFw/IrATLzF1itg/s72-c/Nova+TELA+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-7713145559408602696</id><published>2008-07-07T18:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:20:06.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversário dos Momentos Sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SHJT2BhjsTI/AAAAAAAABDw/qbTubW-4F34/s1600-h/8110043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220327105663054130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SHJT2BhjsTI/AAAAAAAABDw/qbTubW-4F34/s400/8110043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Faz hoje três anos que publiquei o meu primeiro post nos Momentos Sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para todos os que por aqui têm passado o meu Muito Obrigada, o meu carinho, e o meu respeito!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos foram os que me ajudaram a suavizar momentos difíceis que vivi... Nunca os esquecerei!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Durante a nossa vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecemos pessoas que vem e que ficam,&lt;br /&gt;Outras que, vem e passam.&lt;br /&gt;Existem aquelas que,&lt;br /&gt;Vem, ficam e depois de algum tempo se vão.&lt;br /&gt;Mas existem aquelas que vem e se vão com uma enorme vontade de ficar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu primeiro post foi apenas esta imagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SHJWNO6gSBI/AAAAAAAABD4/Y6nQf3NxUs8/s1600-h/Paz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220329703417595922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SHJWNO6gSBI/AAAAAAAABD4/Y6nQf3NxUs8/s400/Paz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... E Paz em Vossas Vidas é o que Vos continuo a desejar!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica o meu Abraço!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-7713145559408602696?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/7713145559408602696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=7713145559408602696' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7713145559408602696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7713145559408602696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/07/aniversrios-dos-momentos-sentidos.html' title='Aniversário dos Momentos Sentidos'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SHJT2BhjsTI/AAAAAAAABDw/qbTubW-4F34/s72-c/8110043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-3799251237671861168</id><published>2008-06-16T14:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:41.745Z</updated><title type='text'>Rios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SFzqy3ScbEI/AAAAAAAABDo/0thx_H8nh9Y/s1600-h/Parque+de+st%C2%AA+Ant%C3%B3nio+e+Tejo+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214300628143860802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SFzqy3ScbEI/AAAAAAAABDo/0thx_H8nh9Y/s400/Parque+de+st%C2%AA+Ant%C3%B3nio+e+Tejo+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junta o teu rio com o meu&lt;br /&gt;Onde transborda a ternura&lt;br /&gt;Bebe este desejo que é teu&lt;br /&gt;Torrente de água...frescura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulha nas águas incertas&lt;br /&gt;Bordam as margens, o amor&lt;br /&gt;Percorre vales e florestas&lt;br /&gt;Com muita audácia e fulgor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, meu doce e terno amado&lt;br /&gt;Quando os rios se misturam&lt;br /&gt;Brilham com todo o esplendor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nosso encontro é eternizado&lt;br /&gt;Pois os momentos perduram&lt;br /&gt;Nas ondas do mar...meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@Margusta&lt;br /&gt;06/06/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto com que participei, no passado dia 7 de Junho nas "Noites de Poesia em Vermoim " . Podem participar e ver sempre as reportagens em &lt;a href="http://movimentum-blogando.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://movimentum-blogando.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O meu muito Obrigada ao José Gomes por ter dado voz ao meu poema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na última semana estive de férias, e regresso adoentada...sol a mais na cabeça ;) ... este tempinho instável...&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço aos que passaram por aqui, e peço desculpa pela minha ausência nos Vossos blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos, passarei logo que possivel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-3799251237671861168?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/3799251237671861168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=3799251237671861168' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3799251237671861168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3799251237671861168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/06/rios-junta-o-teu-rio-com-o-meu-onde.html' title='Rios'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SFzqy3ScbEI/AAAAAAAABDo/0thx_H8nh9Y/s72-c/Parque+de+st%C2%AA+Ant%C3%B3nio+e+Tejo+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-7030217323969858365</id><published>2008-06-07T01:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:43.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Programa  Polis - Costa da Caparica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SEk5hCxYplI/AAAAAAAABDY/P6WVk3v9fcU/s1600-h/V%C3%A1rias+de+Dezembro+de+2007+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208757683873162834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SEk5hCxYplI/AAAAAAAABDY/P6WVk3v9fcU/s400/V%C3%A1rias+de+Dezembro+de+2007+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SEk5hCxYplI/AAAAAAAABDY/P6WVk3v9fcU/s1600-h/V%C3%A1rias+de+Dezembro+de+2007+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No passado dia 1 de Junho , foi inaugurado o  Jardim Urbano ( antigo Parque de Stº António) na Costa da Caparica. Um dos espaços incluídos no Programa Polis, e o primeiro a estar concluído. Ficou um  local muito agradável, com restaurantes,  campos de ténis, campos de jogos, parques infantis , juvenis e WC. Tendo ainda vigilância  permanente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um espaço a visitar para momentos de lazer. Apenas lhe encontrei um senão, poucas sombras para os dias quentes de Verão que se avizinham ...há que esperar que as árvores cresçam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso ainda e peço que me desculpem, que sinto saudades do antigo Parque de Stº António , e da mata que o rodeava, das acácias em flor... da beleza natural, selvagem.... Isto nos meus tempos de menina, antes de parte dessa mata se ter transformado num "gueto", com uma enorme lixeira em redor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem frequentar as praias da Costa da Caparica, não deixem de visitar o Parque.&lt;br /&gt;Praias, eu falei em praias....Ah...esqueci-me de dizer que toda a areia colocada no Verão passado, nas praias frente à cidade, se foi...o mar levou toda, quase toda!!! ...Apenas uma praia consegue manter algum areal na maré cheia. E lá se foram os 2.897.950.00 Euros por "água abaixo", pelo menos era esse o custo da obra afixado, como pode ser verificado no meu blog &lt;a href="http://naminhacidade.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://naminhacidade.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. E os velhos da Costa tinham razão....parece que ainda os oiço quando da reposição das areias a falar entre eles _ Deixa vir as marés vivas , que a areia vai toda embora!...Mas não era preciso os velhos o dizerem...até as crianças o sabiam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dei continuidade ao blog acima referido, por falta de tempo, mas tenho muitos registos fotográficos para postar, quando o tempo mo permitir.&lt;br /&gt;Bom de qualquer modo, com praias, ou sem praias, poderão sempre ver o belo por de sol da Costa da Caparica...Único!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fica um pequeno registo feito no dia 1, após a inauguração do dito Parque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SEk5Pyq3UgI/AAAAAAAABDQ/W4fr30ygf9w/s1600-h/Parque+de+st%C2%AA+Ant%C3%B3nio+e+Tejo+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208757387493069314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SEk5Pyq3UgI/AAAAAAAABDQ/W4fr30ygf9w/s400/Parque+de+st%C2%AA+Ant%C3%B3nio+e+Tejo+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SEk495MestI/AAAAAAAABDI/V5FXCAD180g/s1600-h/Parque+de+st%C2%AA+Ant%C3%B3nio+e+Tejo+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208757080007029458" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SEk35DCSSMI/AAAAAAAABCY/aOEtfSeHVjg/s400/Parque+de+st%C2%AA+Ant%C3%B3nio+e+Tejo+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SEk3qtVIF1I/AAAAAAAABCQ/D8pX7PZR6fA/s1600-h/Parque+de+st%C2%AA+Ant%C3%B3nio+e+Tejo+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208755650892928850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SEk3qtVIF1I/AAAAAAAABCQ/D8pX7PZR6fA/s400/Parque+de+st%C2%AA+Ant%C3%B3nio+e+Tejo+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-7030217323969858365?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/7030217323969858365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=7030217323969858365' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7030217323969858365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7030217323969858365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/06/programa-polis-costa-da-caparica.html' title='Programa  Polis - Costa da Caparica'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SEk5hCxYplI/AAAAAAAABDY/P6WVk3v9fcU/s72-c/V%C3%A1rias+de+Dezembro+de+2007+204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-5473301940535602437</id><published>2008-05-28T15:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:24:42.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades de ti Pai!!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gtdn1kuk2EU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gtdn1kuk2EU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...faz hoje 17 meses que a esta hora me separava de ti fisicamente para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades Pai!!!...Muitas!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-5473301940535602437?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5473301940535602437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5473301940535602437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/05/saudades-de-ti-pai.html' title='Saudades de ti Pai!!!...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-7115992636364737821</id><published>2008-05-20T00:05:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:11:14.457Z</updated><title type='text'>Concurso de Poesia  no " Ora, vejamos..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Entrei num poema&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SDHxye7gDWI/AAAAAAAABAY/9K5v9-UFfxg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202204894188014946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SDHxye7gDWI/AAAAAAAABAY/9K5v9-UFfxg/s400/images.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entrei num poema,&lt;br /&gt;e, num gesto só meu&lt;br /&gt;contornei as margens.&lt;br /&gt;Com mãos nuas,&lt;br /&gt;penetrei no centro,&lt;br /&gt;de um sonho escrito.&lt;br /&gt;Toquei as letras,&lt;br /&gt;palpei as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;beijei os versos,&lt;br /&gt;bebi emoções...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrei na essência de um poema,&lt;br /&gt;e, na simbologia abstracta,&lt;br /&gt;senti o poeta na emoção suprema.&lt;br /&gt;Respirei os seus sonhos!&lt;br /&gt;Com a polpa dos dedos,&lt;br /&gt;desvendei-lhe os segredos,&lt;br /&gt;soletrei os seus medos.&lt;br /&gt;Devassei-lhe a alma!&lt;br /&gt;Perturbei a minha quietude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penetrei nas veias de um poema,&lt;br /&gt;onde, em mística dança,&lt;br /&gt;se cruzavam os versos,&lt;br /&gt;com o sangue do poeta,&lt;br /&gt;em rios de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Naveguei em territórios proibidos,&lt;br /&gt;percorri-lhe os litorais,&lt;br /&gt;em todos os sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-me na dimensão&lt;br /&gt;do seu ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, agora, num gesto&lt;br /&gt;que não é só meu,&lt;br /&gt;sem explicação,&lt;br /&gt;caminho pela sua mão!... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;@Margusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, dos meus dois poemas , que foram agraciados com uma menção honrosa  no "Concurso de Poesia 2008 " no " Ora , vejamos..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66ffff;"&gt;Dedico este poema a um grande Amigo, que despertou em mim o gosto pela poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero deixar aqui os meus Agradecimentos e Parabéns, ao Henrique Sousa a quem os amigos mais chegados chamam carinhosamente de " O Senhor do Castelo" &lt;a href="http://horabsurda.org/moodle/"&gt;http://horabsurda.org/moodle/&lt;/a&gt; , por este tipo de iniciativas, que me incentivam a escrever e a tentar fazer sempre melhor. Parabéns Henrique pelo maravilhoso site!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns a todos os que com ele em parceria trabalham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não esquecendo nenhum deles , deixo aqui um especial Obrigada à Ashera, responsável pela " "Casa dos Pintores".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijinho também, muito especial para a nossa " Menina Marota" Otília Martel , pela sua generosidade e apoio que tem dado a estas iniciativas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;Obrigada a todos os membros do Júri!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parabéns a todos nós...Parabéns a todos os participantes!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-7115992636364737821?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/7115992636364737821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=7115992636364737821' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7115992636364737821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7115992636364737821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/05/entrei-num-poema-entrei-num-poema-e-num.html' title='Concurso de Poesia  no &quot; Ora, vejamos...&quot;'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SDHxye7gDWI/AAAAAAAABAY/9K5v9-UFfxg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-5192924338692121039</id><published>2008-05-13T10:21:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:44.935Z</updated><title type='text'>Regresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SCldyu7gDSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/3S3PWJbQ6EI/s1600-h/Nos+olhos+da+solid%C3%A3o+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199790370948386082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SCldyu7gDSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/3S3PWJbQ6EI/s320/Nos+olhos+da+solid%C3%A3o+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Óleo S /Tela 60x100 ( Nos olhos da solidão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho andado ausente deste meu espaço, por vários motivos. Entre eles o facto do meu Pc ter estado avariado, e só ontem o ter tido novamente de volta. Com ele, também o meu regresso a este espaço, que é o Vosso espaço , e onde sinto a maior das alegrias em Vos receber. Vou regressar mas com passos muito lentos. Condicionada pela falta de tempo , e pelo desgaste físico e psicológico que sinto neste momento. Os últimos dois a três anos, que foram bastante desgastantes para mim, começam a surtir os seus efeitos. Talvez conseguisse superar as coisas melhor , se este ciclo já tivesse sido encerrado. Mas, a verdade é que continuo a conviver com a doença no meu dia a dia, tendo a Laura ao meu encargo com a doença de Alzheimer. Penso que conseguia lidar melhor com sondas , oxigénio, fraldas....e outras coisas...do que com a situação de desgaste que esta doença deixa naqueles que com ela convivem de perto. Já pedi ajuda, para me ensinarem como hei-de reagir em certas situações, sem que isso me provoque tanto desgaste, mas continuo à espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos os que me têm deixado palavras amigas, obrigada também aos que têm passado em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;A todos um abraço sentido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar-Vos com um poema. O tema foi o proposto na noite de Poesia em Vermoim no passado dia 4 de Maio.&lt;br /&gt;Não enviei a tempo pela falta do PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste meu pensar tão intenso&lt;br /&gt;Tantos pensamentos eu criei&lt;br /&gt;Por egoísmo, ou falta de senso&lt;br /&gt;Em minhas mãos os aprisionei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquecidos nas minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Em meus dedos entrelaçados&lt;br /&gt;Lamentaram-se, e com razão&lt;br /&gt;Queriam asas, ser seres alados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde então, já não os silencio&lt;br /&gt;E, nas mãos já não os aprisiono&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que por breves momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei bem que na mente os crio&lt;br /&gt;Sei bem que não querem dono&lt;br /&gt;Sei que são livres os pensamentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@Margusta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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title='Regresso'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SCldyu7gDSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/3S3PWJbQ6EI/s72-c/Nos+olhos+da+solid%C3%A3o+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-4075618525316643367</id><published>2008-05-03T22:18:00.038+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:47.183Z</updated><title type='text'>Azul A - MAR ***** A -MAR  Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBzzberXN2I/AAAAAAAAA_A/7W3WKwSZLDU/s1600-h/11345_im_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196295723495667554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBzzberXN2I/AAAAAAAAA_A/7W3WKwSZLDU/s400/11345_im_grande.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBzxberXN0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/sh_biCZXBcs/s1600-h/coluna_esportes_15012006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196293524472411970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBzxberXN0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/sh_biCZXBcs/s400/coluna_esportes_15012006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBztwerXNyI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qvfSAx3VyMk/s1600-h/7055540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196289487203153698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBzb0OrXNpI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/RPsYE-YQOJY/s1600-h/7563747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196269760418363026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBzb0OrXNpI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/RPsYE-YQOJY/s400/7563747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBza5urXNlI/AAAAAAAAA84/gE_t1bm4eHA/s1600-h/7563744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196268755396015698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBza5urXNlI/AAAAAAAAA84/gE_t1bm4eHA/s400/7563744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBzkPOrXNsI/AAAAAAAAA9w/w0pzj6t3Fv0/s400/7401353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBzj0-rXNrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/TzNvthvtVIg/s1600-h/7401368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196278569396287154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBzj0-rXNrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/TzNvthvtVIg/s400/7401368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBzpw-rXNuI/AAAAAAAAA-A/dLv7yWkH2Rc/s1600-h/Antartida%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196285097746577122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBzpw-rXNuI/AAAAAAAAA-A/dLv7yWkH2Rc/s400/Antartida%25203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( todas as imagens foram retiradas da net)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Obrigada a todos os que me têm visitdo!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Beijinhos Azuis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-4075618525316643367?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/SBzzberXN2I/AAAAAAAAA_A/7W3WKwSZLDU/s72-c/11345_im_grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-8850968407472297795</id><published>2008-03-26T23:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:47.332Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R-mOo4VEh8I/AAAAAAAAA7o/DnTSrCYyNZ0/s1600-h/margusta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181829679233140674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R-mOo4VEh8I/AAAAAAAAA7o/DnTSrCYyNZ0/s400/margusta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto trabalhada pela Fanny( &lt;a href="http://simplesmentemurmurios.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://simplesmentemurmurios.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, uma prendinha de Natal em 2005) e que achei que ilustrava bem a letra da música do vídeo acima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your arms, . . .&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel the way you want me,&lt;br /&gt;when you hold me.&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear the words you whispered,&lt;br /&gt;when you told me.&lt;br /&gt;"I can stay right here forever in your arms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way&lt;br /&gt;I'm lettin' you go now&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way&lt;br /&gt;and there ain't not how&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm keeping you forever and for always.&lt;br /&gt;We will be together all of our days.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna wake up every morning to your sweet face.&lt;br /&gt;always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, baby&lt;br /&gt;In your heart, . . .&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear a beat, for every time you kiss me,&lt;br /&gt;and when we're apart.&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you miss me,I can feel your love for me in your heart. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way&lt;br /&gt;I'm lettin' you go now&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't now way&lt;br /&gt;and there ain't no how&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm keeping you forever and for always.&lt;br /&gt;We will be together all of our days.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna wake up every morning to your sweet face.&lt;br /&gt;always. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna wake up every morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;(I can still see the look of the one)&lt;br /&gt;I can still see the look of the one who really loves me&lt;br /&gt;(I can still feel the way that you want)&lt;br /&gt;The one who wouldn't put anything else in the world&lt;br /&gt;above me.&lt;br /&gt;(I can still see love for me)&lt;br /&gt;I can still see love for me in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(I still see the love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way--&lt;br /&gt;I'm lettin' you go now&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way--&lt;br /&gt;and there ain't no how&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm keeping you forever and for always.&lt;br /&gt;We will be together all of our days.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna wake up every morning to your sweet face&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping you forever and for always.&lt;br /&gt;We will be together all of our days.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna wake up every morning to your sweet face.&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping you forever and for always, aaahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your arms. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vivo uma fase complicada, em que o tempo, não me dá tempo para nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uma fase, que por outro lado é cheia de encanto e magia... onde um sonho se tornou real ! ...Mas onde existem muitos outros sonhos para realizar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uma fase em que me questiono a cada minuto...em que quero prosseguir....mas não sei como ultrapassar os muros que se me deparam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uma fase em que sei que tenho que partir para a luta, para atingir os meus objectivos...mas não sei como o fazer... nem por onde começar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-8850968407472297795?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/8850968407472297795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=8850968407472297795' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8850968407472297795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8850968407472297795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-your-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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Feliz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TgFy4GIteCw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TgFy4GIteCw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALELUIA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-5109271822273052515?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/5109271822273052515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=5109271822273052515' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5109271822273052515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5109271822273052515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/03/imagem-da-net-para-todos-os-que-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R-WmcIVEh7I/AAAAAAAAA7g/M5XAW7yeDsE/s72-c/flores1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2545378389696530573</id><published>2008-03-20T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:47.717Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R-F8XIVEh6I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/xgjgoF09SKM/s1600-h/v%253F%253Frias%2520dia%2520%252012%2520de%2520Maio%2520027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179557783267477410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R-F8XIVEh6I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/xgjgoF09SKM/s400/v%253F%253Frias%2520dia%2520%252012%2520de%2520Maio%2520027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alles hat seine Zeit:&lt;br /&gt;Es gibt eine Zeit der Freude,&lt;br /&gt;eine Zeit der Stille,&lt;br /&gt;eine Zeit des Schmerzes, der Trauer&lt;br /&gt;und eine Zeit der dankbaren Erinnerungen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem o seu tempo:&lt;br /&gt;Existe um tempo de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;um tempo de silencio,&lt;br /&gt;um tempo de dor, e luto&lt;br /&gt;e um tempo de estar grato e recordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em memória a Wolfgang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 07.04.1940 † 08.03.2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti querida Monika,&lt;br /&gt;querida Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;e meu querido sobrinho Carlos ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em nome de toda a família, os de perto e os de longe,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixo -vos aqui expressas, neste espaço, feito de " Momentos Sentidos" as mais sinceras condolências.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus queridos que o carinho do nosso Abraço, se faça sentir em vossos corações.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uYrmYXsujI&amp;amp;hl=de"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uYrmYXsujI&amp;hl=de" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2545378389696530573?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2545378389696530573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2545378389696530573' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2545378389696530573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2545378389696530573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/03/alles-hat-seine-zeit-es-gibt-eine-zeit.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R-F8XIVEh6I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/xgjgoF09SKM/s72-c/v%253F%253Frias%2520dia%2520%252012%2520de%2520Maio%2520027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-5773050151346832876</id><published>2008-03-17T14:49:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:52:44.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R96Hm0_NRkI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VdKJzr67xYY/s1600-h/V%C3%A1rias+Mar%C3%A7o+de+2008+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178725722651182658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R96Hm0_NRkI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VdKJzr67xYY/s400/V%C3%A1rias+Mar%C3%A7o+de+2008+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pétalas frescas na manhã,&lt;br /&gt;ou folhas já apodrecidas,&lt;br /&gt;assim brotam no peito,&lt;br /&gt;todas as sensações tecidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenas ou irrequietas,&lt;br /&gt;na absorção dos sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;com matizes repletas,&lt;br /&gt;de tons quentes ou feridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umas são feitas de amor,&lt;br /&gt;outras são cheias de pranto,&lt;br /&gt;e aceleram os corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variantes do humor,&lt;br /&gt;exprimem o preto, ou branco,&lt;br /&gt;inconstantes, as emoções!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margusta&lt;br /&gt;2008/03/01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema com que participei no passado dia 1 de Março , nas Noites de Poesia em Vermoim. O meu Muito Obrigada ao José Gomes por ter dado voz ao meu poema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R96HhE_NRjI/AAAAAAAAA7A/veLcODbj5CU/s1600-h/V%C3%A1rias+Mar%C3%A7o+de+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178725623866934834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R96HhE_NRjI/AAAAAAAAA7A/veLcODbj5CU/s400/V%C3%A1rias+Mar%C3%A7o+de+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BNEtoGPbj8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BNEtoGPbj8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ouvir p.f. desligar o video acima o painel de controle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-5773050151346832876?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/5773050151346832876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=5773050151346832876' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5773050151346832876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5773050151346832876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/03/emoes.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R96Hm0_NRkI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VdKJzr67xYY/s72-c/V%C3%A1rias+Mar%C3%A7o+de+2008+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-7375093774871085272</id><published>2008-03-12T13:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:19:45.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Concurso de Poesia</title><content type='html'>Informa-te aqui,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concurso de Poesia 2008&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://horabsurda.org/moodle"&gt;&lt;img width="200" src="http://horabsurda.org/images/poesia.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-7375093774871085272?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/7375093774871085272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=7375093774871085272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7375093774871085272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7375093774871085272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/03/concurso-de-poesia_12.html' title='Concurso de Poesia'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-6536597404835299102</id><published>2008-03-12T13:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:02:33.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Concurso de Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Clica na imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concurso de Poesia 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://horabsurda.org/moodle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://horabsurda.org/images/poesia.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-6536597404835299102?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6536597404835299102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6536597404835299102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/03/concurso-de-poesia.html' title='Concurso de Poesia'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-8029878659572364073</id><published>2008-03-06T00:44:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:49.342Z</updated><title type='text'>Que falem as imagens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R88_Hws8gKI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/GMnI4VVhlnI/s1600-h/2+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174423899437039778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R88_Hws8gKI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/GMnI4VVhlnI/s400/2+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R88_DAs8gJI/AAAAAAAAA6I/wkdW5E8UsXY/s1600-h/2+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174423817832661138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R88_DAs8gJI/AAAAAAAAA6I/wkdW5E8UsXY/s400/2+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R88-zgs8gII/AAAAAAAAA6A/sJ636GhtqUY/s1600-h/2+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174423551544688770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R88-zgs8gII/AAAAAAAAA6A/sJ636GhtqUY/s400/2+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R89DTQs8gPI/AAAAAAAAA64/2H3bM_vS-eU/s1600-h/2+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174428495052046578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R89DTQs8gPI/AAAAAAAAA64/2H3bM_vS-eU/s400/2+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adoro nuvens. A maior parte das vezes quando vejo nuvens fantásticas, não tenho a máquina comigo. Neste dia tinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fotos tiradas no dia 24 de Fevereiro no cais de embarque na Trafaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-8029878659572364073?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/8029878659572364073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=8029878659572364073' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8029878659572364073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8029878659572364073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/03/que-falem-as-imagens.html' title='Que falem as imagens...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R88_Hws8gKI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/GMnI4VVhlnI/s72-c/2+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-1528054551362227470</id><published>2008-02-29T16:17:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:56:58.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema completo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R8gwUALJoyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/yz8CgK8sXYc/s1600-h/981499-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172437292237300514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R8gwUALJoyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/yz8CgK8sXYc/s400/981499-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te,&lt;br /&gt;num sonho inquieto.&lt;br /&gt;Na nudez do desejo,&lt;br /&gt;teus braços esperam&lt;br /&gt;por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diluídas as distancias,&lt;br /&gt;soletro com meus dedos,&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo imagem.&lt;br /&gt;Tecem-se gemidos,&lt;br /&gt;nos lábios acesos!&lt;br /&gt;Amarram-se corpos&lt;br /&gt;indefesos,&lt;br /&gt;no delírio dos amantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-me...&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te nos meus braços...&lt;br /&gt;Nudez desejo&lt;br /&gt;Sonho inquieto&lt;br /&gt;Corpo imagem&lt;br /&gt;Poema completo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Margusta&lt;br /&gt;in " Poemas de Amor" (blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prix Amitié Virtuelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R8hLcQLJozI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Q7UQrLYmouI/s1600-h/Imagem%2525255B1%2525255D%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172467120785171250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R8hLcQLJozI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Q7UQrLYmouI/s400/Imagem%2525255B1%2525255D%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O meu muito obrigada à minha amiga Kalinka &lt;a href="http://kaliynka.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html"&gt;http://kaliynka.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt; por me ter atribuido este prémio( post do dia 06/02/2008).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Um beijinho enorme para ti amiga!...Peço desculpa por não dar seguimento a esta corrente, seguindo as regras...no entanto ofereço-o a todos os meus amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R8hMdgLJo0I/AAAAAAAAA5g/ZeCnHQ-FXFc/s1600-h/FADAS043_copy--large-msg-120053126199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172468241771635522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R8hMdgLJo0I/AAAAAAAAA5g/ZeCnHQ-FXFc/s400/FADAS043_copy--large-msg-120053126199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Estrela do Mar &lt;a href="http://clavedelua2.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html"&gt;http://clavedelua2.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt; post do dia ( 2008/01/17) pelo miminho!...Obrigada amiga e Muitos Parabéns pelos teus 4 anos de Blogoesfera...Que continues muitos e muitos anos aqui entre nós!...Muitos beijinhos para ti!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais um prémio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R8hhqwLJo2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/QEV-mztBd0w/s1600-h/premio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172491559149085538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R8hhqwLJo2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/QEV-mztBd0w/s400/premio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Muito Obrigada Rui &lt;a href="http://cantinhodoamigo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cantinhodoamigo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; pelo prémio e pelo carinho!...( post do dia 2008/02/09).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tens um cafézinho sempre à espera :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...Perdoem-me por mais uma vez não dar seguimento à "corrente"...Todos os Vossos blogues não me saem da cabeça!...é para todos Vós este prémio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beijinhos Rui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Desculpem-me só agora ter feito estas actualizações...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apesar de parecer ausente eu continuo sempre por aqui!!!..E não esqueço os amigos, NUNCA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijinhos para todos Vós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-1528054551362227470?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/1528054551362227470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=1528054551362227470' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1528054551362227470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1528054551362227470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/02/vejo-te-num-sonho-inquieto.html' title='Poema completo'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R8gwUALJoyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/yz8CgK8sXYc/s72-c/981499-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2172445439205860041</id><published>2008-02-21T23:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:50.348Z</updated><title type='text'>Libertação dos Sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R74PAS9CCQI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Taw08Tai1uk/s1600-h/Tela++Liberta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+dos+Sentidos+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169585920030148866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R74PAS9CCQI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Taw08Tai1uk/s400/Tela++Liberta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+dos+Sentidos+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Óleo s/tela 100x60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libertação dos Sentidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente vai ardendo em mim&lt;br /&gt;Uma doce libertação dos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Desejos mil e sensações sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Ecos de chamas, templos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugaz ou eterna, no corpo se dilui&lt;br /&gt;Nos rumos vencidos do sangue abstracto&lt;br /&gt;Este sonho escrito que nas veias me flui&lt;br /&gt;Como fogo nómada, na lucidez do tacto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despertam as cores... sons e vertigens&lt;br /&gt;E dessa sede funda, de te, ter por perto&lt;br /&gt;Nasce um sol rubro, que nunca se nega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do corpo em chagas nas areias virgens&lt;br /&gt;Voam aves livres de horizonte incerto&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo adormece depois da entrega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@Margusta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2008/02/21&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2172445439205860041?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2172445439205860041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2172445439205860041' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2172445439205860041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2172445439205860041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Libertação dos Sentidos'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R74PAS9CCQI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Taw08Tai1uk/s72-c/Tela++Liberta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+dos+Sentidos+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-6438101269952618053</id><published>2008-02-04T20:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:50.721Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R6d4N6Xr8hI/AAAAAAAAA4g/f1Yng7ByxZ0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163227678205800978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R6d4N6Xr8hI/AAAAAAAAA4g/f1Yng7ByxZ0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bato as asas,&lt;br /&gt;ao de leve tocam-me os dias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sóis anunciados na tela do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Tributos de luz em domínio de sombras,&lt;br /&gt;rasgando os véus das coisas feitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antecipação das noites,&lt;br /&gt;anunciando luas frias&lt;br /&gt;Flores por nascer&lt;br /&gt;de aromas desconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Frutos amadurecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trilhos sinuosos , corredor da vida&lt;br /&gt;Rios de memórias, desenhos trajectórias&lt;br /&gt;de gestos passados&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos, fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Revoltas, alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Dores , encantamento...&lt;br /&gt;Estilhaços!...&lt;br /&gt;Movimento!&lt;br /&gt;Azul e branco&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinza pranto&lt;br /&gt;Esquecimento!&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas e sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;a pairar no&lt;br /&gt;firmamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adivinho o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Cruzo o interminável&lt;br /&gt;Bato as asas... e ao de leve,&lt;br /&gt;toco os dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margusta&lt;br /&gt;2008-02-01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R6d49qXr8iI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VToiEPy0idY/s1600-h/Anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163228498544554530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R6d49qXr8iI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VToiEPy0idY/s400/Anjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema com que participei no passado dia 2 de Fevereiro nas noites de poesia em Vermoim . O tema proposto era " Dias"&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez o meu Muito Obrigada à grande poeta Maria Mamede por ter dado a voz ao meu poema. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deixo-Vos MOONLIGHT SONATA (Beethoven), p.favor desligar o video acima para escutar...Lindoooooooooooooooo!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagens retiradas da net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://pt.netlog.com/go/widget/videoID=299433"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pt.netlog.com/go/widget/videoID=299433" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="window" width="336" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-6438101269952618053?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/6438101269952618053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=6438101269952618053' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6438101269952618053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6438101269952618053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/02/dias.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R6d4N6Xr8hI/AAAAAAAAA4g/f1Yng7ByxZ0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-8595807873158345186</id><published>2008-01-26T00:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:52.964Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qUnKXr8eI/AAAAAAAAA4I/skZKQcQEyJA/s1600-h/todas+Dezembro07+eJaneiro08+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159599723625837026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qUnKXr8eI/AAAAAAAAA4I/skZKQcQEyJA/s400/todas+Dezembro07+eJaneiro08+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qVNKXr8gI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/BuE0NI3FUC8/s1600-h/outubro+de+2007+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vivo em silêncio de areia e água,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entre manhãs de doce maresia e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pores de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;escaldantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vivo enfeitada de risos sonoros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nos teus olhos de algas feitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijo os teus lábios de espuma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;subo os degraus da aventura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e, desço rumo à felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Corro nas avenidas das tuas veias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vives no mar dos meus sentidos!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@Margusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qU6qXr8fI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/qqEi4KuQkLo/s1600-h/Janeiro+de+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159600058633286130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qU6qXr8fI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/qqEi4KuQkLo/s400/Janeiro+de+2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qVNKXr8gI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/BuE0NI3FUC8/s1600-h/outubro+de+2007+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159600376460866050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qVNKXr8gI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/BuE0NI3FUC8/s400/outubro+de+2007+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qUfqXr8dI/AAAAAAAAA4A/lOUNup3GuUU/s1600-h/todas+Dezembro07+eJaneiro08+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159599594776818130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qUfqXr8dI/AAAAAAAAA4A/lOUNup3GuUU/s400/todas+Dezembro07+eJaneiro08+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qTrqXr8bI/AAAAAAAAA3w/f-z8bk_rjNY/s1600-h/V%C3%A1rias+de+Dezembro+de+2007+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159598701423620530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qTrqXr8bI/AAAAAAAAA3w/f-z8bk_rjNY/s400/V%C3%A1rias+de+Dezembro+de+2007+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qTd6Xr8aI/AAAAAAAAA3o/vGvd154NFpM/s1600-h/V%C3%A1rias+de+Dezembro+de+2007+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159598465200419234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qTd6Xr8aI/AAAAAAAAA3o/vGvd154NFpM/s400/V%C3%A1rias+de+Dezembro+de+2007+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qSyqXr8YI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/EHUR9FIKFo0/s1600-h/V%C3%A1rias+de+Dezembro+de+2007+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159597722171076994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qSyqXr8YI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/EHUR9FIKFo0/s400/V%C3%A1rias+de+Dezembro+de+2007+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qMKKXr8XI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/zDqJy2cLbzo/s1600-h/outubro+de+2007+509.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159590429316608370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qMKKXr8XI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/zDqJy2cLbzo/s400/outubro+de+2007+509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qLgqXr8WI/AAAAAAAAA3I/pWpKcSAL8Wo/s1600-h/fotos+de+9+de+Novembro+de+2007+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159589716352037218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qLgqXr8WI/AAAAAAAAA3I/pWpKcSAL8Wo/s400/fotos+de+9+de+Novembro+de+2007+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qEaqXr8VI/AAAAAAAAA3A/jAuUA1Oy5KY/s1600-h/Janeiro+de+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159581916691427666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qEaqXr8VI/AAAAAAAAA3A/jAuUA1Oy5KY/s400/Janeiro+de+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qDT6Xr8UI/AAAAAAAAA24/gLm_iQU6ZJU/s1600-h/Janeiro+de+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159580701215682882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qDT6Xr8UI/AAAAAAAAA24/gLm_iQU6ZJU/s400/Janeiro+de+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qCr6Xr8TI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Y7xwoeWl6nQ/s1600-h/Janeiro+de+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qAZKXr8RI/AAAAAAAAA2g/MepRN3T4ogM/s1600-h/todas+Dezembro07+eJaneiro08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159577492875112722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qAZKXr8RI/AAAAAAAAA2g/MepRN3T4ogM/s400/todas+Dezembro07+eJaneiro08+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PeVfaAiyCWE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PeVfaAiyCWE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixo-Vos com André Sardet em Foi Feitiço.&lt;br /&gt;Para escutar p.f. desligar o video acima.&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos para todos os que passarem aqui! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-8595807873158345186?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/8595807873158345186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=8595807873158345186' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8595807873158345186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8595807873158345186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R5qUnKXr8eI/AAAAAAAAA4I/skZKQcQEyJA/s72-c/todas+Dezembro07+eJaneiro08+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-5003619671255606528</id><published>2008-01-15T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:54.204Z</updated><title type='text'>Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R46Di6jSDxI/AAAAAAAAA14/EJxPBow-TK4/s1600-h/16+de+Janeiro+de+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156203259241828114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R46Di6jSDxI/AAAAAAAAA14/EJxPBow-TK4/s400/16+de+Janeiro+de+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma espécie de céu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pedaço de mar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão que doeu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia devagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Domingo perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma toalha no chão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um caminho cansado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um traço de avião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma sombra sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz inquieta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um desvio na rua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz de poeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma garrafa vazia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um cinzeiro apagado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Hotel numa esquina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sono acordado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um secreto adeus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um café a fechar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um aviso na porta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bilhete no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma praça aberta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma rua perdida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite encantada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedes-me um momento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarras as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondes-te no tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o tempo tem asas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levas a cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solta no cabelo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdes-te comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o mundo é um momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrada infinita,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anúncio discreto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma curva fechada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poema deserto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma cidade distante,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um vestido molhado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma chuva divina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo apertado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite esquecida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma praia qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um suspiro escondido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa pele de mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um encontro em segredo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma duna ancorada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois corpos despidos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraçados no nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela cadente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar que se afasta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um choro escondido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando um beijo não basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um semáforo aberto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um adeus para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma ferida que dói,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não por fora, por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedes-me um momento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarras as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondes-te no tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o tempo tem asas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levas a cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solta no cabelo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdes-te comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o mundo é um momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x708pO6zBH4&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-5003619671255606528?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/5003619671255606528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=5003619671255606528' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5003619671255606528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/5003619671255606528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2008/01/momento.html' title='Momento'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R46Di6jSDxI/AAAAAAAAA14/EJxPBow-TK4/s72-c/16+de+Janeiro+de+2007+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2773763678553013124</id><published>2008-01-12T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:55.172Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R4f_t6jSDvI/AAAAAAAAA1o/X5vcqIiiQpI/s1600-h/Tela+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154369462825258738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R4f_t6jSDvI/AAAAAAAAA1o/X5vcqIiiQpI/s400/Tela+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje no céu desenharam-se as matizes quentes do teu sorriso e do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R4f_iqjSDuI/AAAAAAAAA1g/AJG4sh6PVOY/s1600-h/Tela+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154369269551730402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R4f_iqjSDuI/AAAAAAAAA1g/AJG4sh6PVOY/s400/Tela+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me cansei de olhar o céu.&lt;br /&gt;Não me cansei de olhar o teu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R4f_WKjSDtI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/geH5O3R9bIQ/s1600-h/Tela+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154369054803365586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R4f_WKjSDtI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/geH5O3R9bIQ/s400/Tela+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol começava a desaparecer na linha do horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;O barulho das ondas misturava-se com a melodia que ecoava no meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Dizia-me que mesmo que não existissem mais nuvens na sala oval do céu, eu saberia reconhecer-te dentro da noite, pela simples e misteriosa verdade do teu ser....&lt;br /&gt;....e que as estrelas iluminariam o roteiro traçado pelas nossas almas!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R4f_JajSDsI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/K2fSq6Rn35Q/s1600-h/Tela+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154368835760033474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R4f_JajSDsI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/K2fSq6Rn35Q/s400/Tela+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@Margusta 11/01/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2773763678553013124?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2773763678553013124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2773763678553013124' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-6280880895555550390</id><published>2007-12-29T16:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:19:27.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R3ZwGajSDjI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Bw01eVGuDo0/s1600-h/4+de+MarÃ§o+de+2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149426479453572658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R3ZwGajSDjI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Bw01eVGuDo0/s400/4+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de+2007+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Queria pintar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria pintar,&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso no rosto das crianças&lt;br /&gt;um brilho no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade nos rostos&lt;br /&gt;da humanidade a definhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De verde, a terra queimada&lt;br /&gt;de rosa, o teu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;com branco cobrir o sangue&lt;br /&gt;dos povos em sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transportar o azul do mar&lt;br /&gt;para as terras secas e gretadas&lt;br /&gt;assim pudesse evitar&lt;br /&gt;mortes de gentes esfomeadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o mundo fosse uma tela&lt;br /&gt;saberia o que pintar&lt;br /&gt;pintaria com Amor&lt;br /&gt;...tudo iria mudar!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Margusta (19/10/2005) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-6280880895555550390?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/6280880895555550390/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R3ZwGajSDjI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Bw01eVGuDo0/s72-c/4+de+Mar%C3%A7o+de+2007+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2567917747140976981</id><published>2007-12-29T00:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:19:08.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim  de tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R3WOyajSDiI/AAAAAAAAAz4/tBHhfSnnWLQ/s1600-h/Dezembro+de+2007+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149178745739939362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R3WOyajSDiI/AAAAAAAAAz4/tBHhfSnnWLQ/s400/Dezembro+de+2007+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Vejo-te através da densa neblina.&lt;br /&gt;Com o olhar sigo as tuas pegadas, que sem eco, se perdem em tons de azul .&lt;br /&gt;Misturado com a maresia, chega até mim um forte cheiro a pétalas ... E no meu coração desenha-se o voo das mariposas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@Margusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2567917747140976981?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2567917747140976981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2567917747140976981' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2567917747140976981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2567917747140976981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/12/fim-de-tarde.html' title='Fim  de tarde'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R3WOyajSDiI/AAAAAAAAAz4/tBHhfSnnWLQ/s72-c/Dezembro+de+2007+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-6286278046232600040</id><published>2007-12-26T23:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:20:45.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um terno e eterno beijo de saudades Pai!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R3Lg8KjSDhI/AAAAAAAAAzw/umm_rpbGUhk/s1600-h/157-flores_120506__21_a_-215026-19052006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148424648267009554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R3Lg8KjSDhI/AAAAAAAAAzw/umm_rpbGUhk/s400/157-flores_120506__21_a_-215026-19052006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; foto tirada da net&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Faz um ano. Era a tua ultima noite. Ardendo em febre seguravas a minha mão. Já nada mais se podia fazer...já nada mais havia a fazer. Lembro-me de que por volta das 23h te coloquei o adesivo de morfina... era a tua ultima noite...&lt;br /&gt;Seguravas na minha mão...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje recordo cada minuto dessa noite...e ainda sinto o calor das tuas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-6286278046232600040?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6286278046232600040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/6286278046232600040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_6773.html' title='Um terno e eterno beijo de saudades Pai!!!'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R3Lg8KjSDhI/AAAAAAAAAzw/umm_rpbGUhk/s72-c/157-flores_120506__21_a_-215026-19052006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-5492939154944076078</id><published>2007-12-20T00:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:18:43.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-19.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="426" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-19.slide.com&amp;amp;channel=216172782128255001&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;amp;il=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-a7.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782128276647&amp;amp;site=widget-a7.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782128276647&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a7.slide.com/p1/216172782128276647/bb_t053_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782128276647&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a7.slide.com/p2/216172782128276647/bb_t053_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Árvore de Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisera Senhor, neste Natal, armar uma árvore&lt;br /&gt;dentro do meu coração e nela pendurar em vez de&lt;br /&gt;presentes, os nomes de todos os meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos de longe e de perto. Os antigos e&lt;br /&gt;os mais recentes. Os que vejo a cada dia e os&lt;br /&gt;que raramente encontro. Os sempre lembrados&lt;br /&gt;e os que às vezes ficam esquecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os constantes e os intermitentes. Os&lt;br /&gt;das horas difíceis e nos das horas alegres,&lt;br /&gt;os que sem querer, eu magoei, ou,&lt;br /&gt;sem querer me magoaram. Aqueles a quem&lt;br /&gt;conheço profundamente e aqueles de quem não me&lt;br /&gt;são conhecidos , a não ser as aparências. Os que&lt;br /&gt;pouco me devem e aqueles a quem muito devo. Meus&lt;br /&gt;amigos humildes a meus amigos importantes. Os nomes&lt;br /&gt;de todos os que já passaram pela minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma árvore&lt;br /&gt;de muitas raízes muito profundas para que seus nomes nunca&lt;br /&gt;mais sejam arrancados do meu coração. De ramos muito extensos,&lt;br /&gt;para que novos nomes vindos de todas as partes, venham&lt;br /&gt;juntar-se aos existentes. De sombras muito agradáveis&lt;br /&gt;para que nossa amizade, seja um aumento de repouso nas lutas&lt;br /&gt;da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Que o natal esteja vivo dentro de nós em cada dia do ano&lt;br /&gt;que se inicia, para que possamos viver sempre o amor&lt;br /&gt;e a fraternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copiei daqui &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://natal.com.pt/mensagens-poemas-de-natal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://natal.com.pt/mensagens-poemas-de-natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mas sinto cada uma destas palavras, como se fossem minhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O meu Abraço!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2866769635442678999?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2866769635442678999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2866769635442678999' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2866769635442678999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2866769635442678999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-4977851758159097690</id><published>2007-12-17T01:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:18:02.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R2WZ0KjSDfI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Nd7u7DrfJaw/s1600-h/outubro+de+2007+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144687270805245426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R2WZ0KjSDfI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Nd7u7DrfJaw/s400/outubro+de+2007+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sabes como gosto de caminhar à beira mar. Nos últimos dias também o tenho feito no final da tarde. Sabes querido, quando a noite começa a avançar devagarinho, e eu me vou perdendo pelos caminhos, esbarrando nas paredes da solidão...feita de silêncios..&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, quero fazer chegar até ti as imagens que me vão desfilando, pelo castanho escurecido dos meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;No horizonte tudo se funde, não há mais céu , não há mais mar...Tudo é cinza, várias tonalidades de cinza...Incansável, o cinza cospe rolos de espuma branca que me fere a vista...que fere o cinza...e eu tento adivinhar a linha que separa o céu do mar...&lt;br /&gt;De olhar magoado sigo o branco. Branco espuma que o mar esfarrapa no areal como se fossem pipocas gigantes... porquê agora esta ideia das pipocas se nunca gostei de pipocas....&lt;br /&gt;Deixo o branco e fixo de novo o olhar no cinza, na esperança de te ver aparecer...e te reconhecer pela voz... pela alma a que me prendi...Descobrir alguns dos traços do teu rosto, que tenho pincelados na memória. Quadro inacabado!...Queria tanto pintar-te um sorriso, e um brilho no olhar que adivinho...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o mar está enraivecido, deve estar zangado com a cor que o Criador lhe atribuiu por estes dias...&lt;br /&gt;Em terra está tudo tão sereno. O vento deve ter se afastado do touro enraivecido que está o mar, deve andar por outros lugares mais coloridos... Até que não seria má ideia que hoje soprasse, talvez assim te levasse da minha memória! Talvez assim eu não ficasse tão triste, tentando descobrir-te no cinzento desta tarde , em que até o silêncio tem as cores cinza.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fizesse um grande emaranhado dos meus cabelos loiros, que um dia disses-te parecerem de anjo e me ofuscasse a visão... Assim, eu não tentaria mais desvendar o caminho que me leva em procura do teu olhar, e tu não precisavas de te fechar nas portas gigantescas do horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me estranhes. Hoje deu-me para escrever, apesar das palavras por vezes parecerem inúteis... Mas sabes querido, hoje não me apetece deixar de escrever. Assim como me apetece que nunca pares de me mimar. Hoje sinto saudades dos teus mimos...&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, o horizonte continua cinzento, a areia continua a sorver os rolos de espuma, e o mar de tanto gritar já está rouco...mas é teimoso. É teimoso como eu, e continua a embater nas rochas lá na ponta do esporão. Em cada rugido que dá, envolve o meu corpo no seu hálito salgado...beijo feito de cristais de sal... e as ondas vão e vêm... assim como eu... assim como tu. Tão depressa se dão como se recusam...&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos estão cansados, e o mar continua a deitar espuma branca...&lt;br /&gt;Porque vão e vem as ondas...Porquê meu querido?...&lt;br /&gt;O mar é caprichoso...e a espuma, é a ânsia do mar que vem espraiar os seus desejos na areia...derrama o seu prazer no areal...&lt;br /&gt;Mas já não sei querido se esta espuma hoje é a ânsia do desejo...porque o mar hoje parece-me tão triste!...Que, já não sei, se não serão lágrimas de angustia cheias de ranho que as ondas jogam na areia....&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que o mar nunca se cansa querido?...Será inquieto como eu?...Diz-me, será que algum dia vamos descansar deste turbilhão de pensamentos...deste enrola e desenrola de sentimentos, que deslizam em nós e nas areias onde me vejo deitada...&lt;br /&gt;O sol que não cheguei a ver, acabou de ser engolido sofregamente pelo mar.&lt;br /&gt;São horas de regressar. Começa a ficar escuro e eu estou cansada, desta luta cega que travei com o horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Queria sair a voar daqui...as botas de salto alto e fino, não são boas companheiras para caminhar na praia. Os pés doem, e a alma dói...e os meus lábios sabem a sal.&lt;br /&gt;A lua deve ser preta, porque hoje não a vejo. Diz-me querido porque não brilha hoje a lua e atrás de mim o mar continua a rugir como se fosse um animal selvagem?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor esquecer por hoje o mar, a paleta de cinzentos , a ânsia e a angústia da espuma ....&lt;br /&gt;Melhor regressar a casa , à rotina que me engole o pensamento até que o sono me leve a naufragar nos lençóis brancos em que me deito... e deixar que os sonhos tomem conta de mim, onde sei que o teu abraço me espera!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@Margusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In " Contos do A-Mar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2007/12/07 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-4977851758159097690?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/4977851758159097690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=4977851758159097690' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4977851758159097690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4977851758159097690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/12/sabes-como-gosto-de-caminhar-beira-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R2WZ0KjSDfI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Nd7u7DrfJaw/s72-c/outubro+de+2007+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-8720369520825619217</id><published>2007-12-15T20:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:17:49.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns querida mãe !!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R2Tjy6jSDdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/1LuAT0HvcL4/s1600-h/951937-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144487138214153682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R2Tjy6jSDdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/1LuAT0HvcL4/s400/951937-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R2RGHajSDcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/M7xy0gDoW5M/s1600-h/VÃ¡rias+de+Dezembro+de+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parabéns querida mãe pelos teus 79 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe queria dizer-te muitas coisas, fazer-te um poema bonito...mas mãe...não existem palavras para te descrever...&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que a tua grande missão nesta terra foi ser mãe. Papel que continuas a desempenhar com o todo o teu carinho, e , que ainda hoje choras a tua que perdes-te aos quinze anos de idade. Foi a partir desse dia que vestis-te o papel de mãe, que ajudas-te a cuidar dos teus irmãos todos mais novos que tu...&lt;br /&gt;Depois nunca vives-te para ti...mas sim para os teus onze filhos, a quem tens dado todo o teu AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ao olhar-te melhor fiquei transtornada com a tristeza que tomou conta do teu olhar...Essa tristeza tem um nome eu sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R2TkP6jSDeI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/pVMf5WooxMI/s1600-h/466727-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144487636430360034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R2TkP6jSDeI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/pVMf5WooxMI/s400/466727-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoramos-te MÃE!!!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-8720369520825619217?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/8720369520825619217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=8720369520825619217' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8720369520825619217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8720369520825619217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/12/parabns-querida-me.html' title='Parabéns querida mãe !!!...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R2Tjy6jSDdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/1LuAT0HvcL4/s72-c/951937-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-3909680336389764099</id><published>2007-12-06T09:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:17:32.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contigo pai, é sempre Natal no peito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1lgzU-WB3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/j1Vu4q82HuQ/s1600-h/3+coraÃ§Ãµes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141246884539926386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1lgzU-WB3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/j1Vu4q82HuQ/s400/3+cora%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1hqIU-WB2I/AAAAAAAAAyo/kD5SSOuWZeA/s1600-h/coraÃ§Ãµes.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No ultimo Natal ,&lt;br /&gt;silenciosamente,&lt;br /&gt;a noite cresceu agitada.&lt;br /&gt;Solidificado, o vento uivava&lt;br /&gt;no seio do nada.&lt;br /&gt;Em ruas sem passos,&lt;br /&gt;piscavam luzes multicolores.&lt;br /&gt;E na penumbra da casa&lt;br /&gt;misturavam-se odores...&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos, perfumada de canela,&lt;br /&gt;esgueirava-se a vida na janela&lt;br /&gt;do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto, na mesa da sala&lt;br /&gt;cheirava a bolos de fruta e mel,&lt;br /&gt;a licores e vinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Sem magia, da planura dos&lt;br /&gt;céus de estrelas apagadas,&lt;br /&gt;desciam renas sem sinos...&lt;br /&gt;Chegava a agonia&lt;br /&gt;vestida de mãe Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Madrasta cruel!...&lt;br /&gt;Apertavam-se os corações...&lt;br /&gt;Elevavam-se as orações...&lt;br /&gt;Na opacidade das memórias&lt;br /&gt;outros Natais...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, família feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Queremos-te de volta,&lt;br /&gt;boneca de trapos, pião,&lt;br /&gt;bola...brinquedo sonhado,&lt;br /&gt;na mão de qualquer petiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corto a névoa.&lt;br /&gt;Paro as imagens.&lt;br /&gt;Deslizo as mãos no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Toco as lembranças, e&lt;br /&gt;embrulho-as num lindo papel.&lt;br /&gt;Fortificada, apago a dor&lt;br /&gt;e faço um laço pai&lt;br /&gt;do teu legado de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Poema aprendido...&lt;br /&gt;Será sempre este, o presente&lt;br /&gt;perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;Aconcheguei-o a meu jeito,&lt;br /&gt;e, é sempre Natal no peito! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@Margusta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1gchE-WBzI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/JL3NE-PBlgU/s1600-h/Natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140890329239914290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1gchE-WBzI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/JL3NE-PBlgU/s200/Natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foi com este poema que participei nas " Noites de Poesia em Vermoim" no passado dia 1 de Dezembro no tema " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É sempre Natal no peito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ". O meu Muito Obrigada à Maria Mamede por ter dado a voz a este poema de tão grande importância para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É assim que sinto o meu pai...um legado de amor no meu peito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se Natal é AMOR ... É sempre Natal no meu peito!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O AMOR ultrapassa todas as barreiras... e o meu pai continua sempre vivo em mim!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que todos possam viver com PAZ, AMOR, e HARMONIA, não só nesta quadra natalícia, mas em todos os dias do ano!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-3909680336389764099?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/3909680336389764099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=3909680336389764099' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3909680336389764099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3909680336389764099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/12/contigo-pai-sempre-natal-no-peito.html' title='Contigo pai, é sempre Natal no peito!'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1lgzU-WB3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/j1Vu4q82HuQ/s72-c/3+cora%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2609643536947294290</id><published>2007-12-03T00:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:17:14.017+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1M6Wk-WBqI/AAAAAAAAAxI/E9SpF-ouoR8/s1600-R/Capa+Cdons+vweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139515759316567714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1M6Wk-WBqI/AAAAAAAAAxI/SfpEGclMWCg/s400/Capa%2BCdons%2Bvweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "O Caçador de Dons" é o terceiro romance do escritor Paz Kardo. A apresentação pública irá decorrer no próximo dia 08 de Dezembro de 2007 (Sábado) pelas 18hoo no CLASSIC BAR - C. Caparica, em frente à Lota (Na Av. Gen Humberto Delgado - Avenida das Praias).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paz Kardo, é o autor dos romances "Ausência", Ed. Minerva/2005 e "Não há Certezas", Edições EC/2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conheci Paz kardo (Ricardo) numa exposição minha em Agosto de 2006, uma semana antes da apresentação do romance "Não há certezas", fiz logo questão de comprar o livro e mais tarde, precisamente em Novembro desse ano comprava o "Ausência". Fiquei fascinada com a sua escrita, e o modo como aborda os temas,mesmo aqueles considerados tabu. Por isso é com ansiedade que aguardo " O caçador de Dons", livro já anunciado á bastante tempo.Paz Kardo foi ainda o mentor e coordenador literário da Compilação de Conto e Poesia " Liberdade Condicional" onde participei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar de bastante jovem Paz Kardo é um grande escritor. Tenho pena que não esteja divulgado como merece, mas tenho a certeza que, com obras tão boas , e , a este ritmo de escrita num tempo não muito longínquo esse dia irá chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns amigo Ricardo!!! Para ti desejo o maior sucesso!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1NIOk-WBrI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/M8yiobq9nDI/s1600-R/convite+Salvador+o+Homem+e+Textos+InConSequentes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139531015040403122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1NIOk-WBrI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/4TL--T0_dPA/s400/convite%252BSalvador%252Bo%252BHomem%252Be%252BTextos%252BInConSequentes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto a minha amiga Conceição Paulino ( Tmara) do &lt;a href="http://balaodensaio.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://balaodensaio.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; , irá fazer a apresentação pública do seu livro "Salvador o Homem e Textos InConSequentes" no próximo dia 7 de Dezembro, pelas 21,30h na Junta de Fregª de S. Mamede de Infesta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho uma grande admiração por Conceição Paulino, já tenho uma obra sua, e este seu novo livro faz parte do meu pacote de Natal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ti minha amiga o maior sucesso!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com muita pena minha não poderei estar presente, mas estarei lá de alma e coração com toda a certeza nesse dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1NO-0-WBsI/AAAAAAAAAxY/SqvAZkWLEts/s1600-R/ygyuguy3nzjn7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139538441038857922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1NO-0-WBsI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Lsntvyk46KI/s320/ygyuguy3nzjn7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quero agradecer a todos os que têm passado por aqui, e pedir desculpa pela ingratidão de não ter correspondido ás visitas. No entanto quero dizer-Vos que não Vos esqueço, e que voltarei, quando sentir que devo voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Fica o meu ABRAÇO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2609643536947294290?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2609643536947294290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2609643536947294290' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2609643536947294290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2609643536947294290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-caador-de-dons-o-terceiro-romance-do.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/R1M6Wk-WBqI/AAAAAAAAAxI/SfpEGclMWCg/s72-c/Capa%2BCdons%2Bvweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-1716625299898561385</id><published>2007-11-12T10:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:17:00.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fico à tua espera na Primavera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RzgvATCkmVI/AAAAAAAAAwk/SCTgQKTTOwk/s1600-h/flores+12+de+Maio+de+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131903457546246482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RzgvATCkmVI/AAAAAAAAAwk/SCTgQKTTOwk/s400/flores%2B12%2Bde%2BMaio%2Bde%2B2007%2B005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A madrugada estendia pelo céu o manto sanguíneo da sua primeira claridade. Olhou longamente a tela, enquanto as mãos nervosas poisavam os pincéis. Nas fontes os cabelos loiros, estavam humedecidos de ligeira transpiração, à roda dos olhos um halo mais acentuado das olheiras escurecidas.&lt;br /&gt;Através da vidraça já se conseguiam vislumbrar os campos de Outono, cobertos de restolho... amarelecidos, com as árvores semi-desnudas. Ao longe, as aves iniciavam os seus voos em círculos, sobre a água matinal da pequena lagoa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De novo o seu olhar poisou sobre a tela, onde as papoilas, pintadas de fresco brotavam da terra...bocas ardentes que manchavam os trigais...Conseguia divisar-lhes as bocas juntas, e as pálpebras cerradas de volúpia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdia-se em pensamentos, a luta era dentro dela...a Vida e o Amor eram um mistério infinito... uma extradionária flor, onde existiam aromas tão diferentes!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida abria-lhe os braços num rasgo de alegria e de luz ...mas tinha que proteger a sua rotina, a rotina a que se habituara , e lhe parecia perfeita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tinha que esquecer o Verão!...Logo agora que estava pronta para voar, e começar a aprender o significado da ternura do amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toda a noite pintara, era preciso esquecer o Verão!...Já era Outono!...Estremeceu ao pensar na chegada do Inverno...Sabia que era amada , mais do que alguma vez imaginara...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exausta recostou-se num cadeirão, fechou os olhos e em serenas lágrimas murmurou:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Perdoa-me!... Mas deixo-te minha alma gémea...espera por mim numa outra vida!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escutou uma voz... pouco audível, pouco mais que um sussurro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Meu amor...fico à tua espera na Primavera!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Margusta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-1716625299898561385?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/1716625299898561385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=1716625299898561385' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1716625299898561385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1716625299898561385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/11/madrugada-estendia-pelo-cu-o-manto.html' title='Fico à tua espera na Primavera...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RzgvATCkmVI/AAAAAAAAAwk/SCTgQKTTOwk/s72-c/flores%2B12%2Bde%2BMaio%2Bde%2B2007%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2277765932646473972</id><published>2007-11-10T15:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:16:43.715+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RzXTMjCkmKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Ager3G4wzd8/s1600-h/todas+de+Novembro+de+2007+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131239562976467106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RzXTMjCkmKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Ager3G4wzd8/s400/todas+de+Novembro+de+2007+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; " Para adquirir amor...encha-se a si próprio com ele até se tornar um íman."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles Haanel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2277765932646473972?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2277765932646473972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2277765932646473972' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2277765932646473972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2277765932646473972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/11/para-adquirir-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RzXTMjCkmKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Ager3G4wzd8/s72-c/todas+de+Novembro+de+2007+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-4667634201186824646</id><published>2007-11-10T15:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:16:28.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mar,os Pescadores e as Gaivotas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RzXibTCkmUI/AAAAAAAAAwc/nVWAKDsRB6c/s1600-h/todas+de+Novembro+de+2007+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131256309053954370" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Nunca irei a uma manifestação contra a guerra. Se fizerem uma manifestação a favor da paz, convidem-me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madre Teresa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-4667634201186824646?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/4667634201186824646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=4667634201186824646' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4667634201186824646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4667634201186824646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-maros-pescadores-e-as-gaivotas.html' title='O Mar,os Pescadores e as Gaivotas...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RzXibTCkmUI/AAAAAAAAAwc/nVWAKDsRB6c/s72-c/todas+de+Novembro+de+2007+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-8068060156671541376</id><published>2007-11-06T00:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:16:13.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perco-me...por momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Ry89CnVjp9I/AAAAAAAAAu0/dkjngx601ig/s1600-h/outubro+de+2007+502.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Ry88kXVjp8I/AAAAAAAAAus/qh9gZTM55T0/s1600-h/outubro+de+2007+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129385096035674050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Ry88kXVjp8I/AAAAAAAAAus/qh9gZTM55T0/s400/outubro+de+2007+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;foto de 21/10/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perco-me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos pequenos/grandes momentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos meus caminhares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na essência da natureza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revejo o reflexo dos meus sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem contornos definidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fugazes são os sentires&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desses momentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde me evado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perco-me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para de novo me reencontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas coisas simples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que observo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E me fazem feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perco-me...por momentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em momentos sentidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meu caminhar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@Margusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apeteceu-me postar este simples poema , já postado nos " Momentos Sentidos" a 7 de Janeiro de 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... continuo a alimentar a minha alma das coisas simples...destes pequenos/grandes momentos, vou construindo os meus dias!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sequência de fotos tirada no entardecer de 3/11/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Ry88Y3Vjp7I/AAAAAAAAAuk/JuyhfWnhaCg/s1600-h/outubro+de+2007+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129384898467178418" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Ry89CnVjp9I/AAAAAAAAAu0/dkjngx601ig/s400/outubro+de+2007+502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wlDWXv-cIh8&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color1="0x006699&amp;amp;color2=" border="0" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida amiga Lena,gostei tanto do vídeo que me deixas-te noutro espaço,que não resisti em colocá-lo aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Para escutar pf.desligar o vídeo do slideshow acima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-8068060156671541376?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/8068060156671541376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=8068060156671541376' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8068060156671541376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8068060156671541376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='Perco-me...por momentos'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Ry88kXVjp8I/AAAAAAAAAus/qh9gZTM55T0/s72-c/outubro+de+2007+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-8960704336246430526</id><published>2007-10-30T06:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:15:00.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Ryb893VjpsI/AAAAAAAAAss/7lGhv8HWs6Q/s1600-h/aguarela+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127063365564475074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Ryb893VjpsI/AAAAAAAAAss/7lGhv8HWs6Q/s400/aguarela%2B010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aguarela de Margusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comemora-se hoje o Dia Nacional do Rastreio do Cancro da Mama.&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres que forem convocadas para estes rastreios, um conselho...Por favor não faltem!!!...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as outras Mulheres ... Por favor, não deixem de fazer os exames de vigilância anuais ou consoante seja o Vosso caso, idade, problemas na mama..etc.&lt;br /&gt;Para todas as Mulheres que foram vencidas, para as que venceram, e para as que lutam neste momento contra o Cancro da Mama, deixo aqui...&lt;br /&gt;A minha Homenagem, o meu Respeito e o meu Apoio e Carinho!!!...&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-lhes ainda o meu Abraço IMENSO!!!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-8960704336246430526?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/8960704336246430526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=8960704336246430526' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8960704336246430526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8960704336246430526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/10/comemora-se-hoje-o-dia-nacional-do.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Ryb893VjpsI/AAAAAAAAAss/7lGhv8HWs6Q/s72-c/aguarela%2B010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-3637289208227448763</id><published>2007-10-26T14:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:14:23.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um post diferente....</title><content type='html'>Para o meu tio Jacinto e a minha tia Rosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCoMXVjpqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/bBjQzXONlng/s1600-h/Todas+de+Agosto+de+2007+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125281306323953314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCoMXVjpqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/bBjQzXONlng/s400/Todas+de+Agosto+de+2007+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As frutas lá da quintinha... são tão saborosas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCmGnVjppI/AAAAAAAAAsU/gHd0BeNmP9M/s1600-h/Varias+Junho+de+2007+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125279008516449938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCmGnVjppI/AAAAAAAAAsU/gHd0BeNmP9M/s400/Varias+Junho+de+2007+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E ao fim de alguns meses, lá tive coragem para cortar a abóbora...gostava de olhar para ela :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom e lá fiz o doce. A Patrícia ajudou-me a cortá-la em pedacinhos, enquanto a minha mãe me dava instruções pelo telefone...pois é...nunca tinha feito doce de abóbora. Não resisti a estas cores lindas e fui registando os momentos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCmA3VjpoI/AAAAAAAAAsM/KTB8nTz3NWg/s1600-h/Varias+Junho+de+2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125278909732202114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCmA3VjpoI/AAAAAAAAAsM/KTB8nTz3NWg/s400/Varias+Junho+de+2007+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCl5HVjpnI/AAAAAAAAAsE/yplKYJO6KWM/s1600-h/Varias+Junho+de+2007+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125278776588215922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCl5HVjpnI/AAAAAAAAAsE/yplKYJO6KWM/s400/Varias+Junho+de+2007+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyClsHVjplI/AAAAAAAAAr0/AN5sytkCYzw/s1600-h/Varias+Junho+de+2007+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125278553249916498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyClsHVjplI/AAAAAAAAAr0/AN5sytkCYzw/s400/Varias+Junho+de+2007+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No ponto ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCllnVjpkI/AAAAAAAAArs/1v9g_qP4KCQ/s1600-h/Varias+Junho+de+2007+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125278441580766786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCllnVjpkI/AAAAAAAAArs/1v9g_qP4KCQ/s400/Varias+Junho+de+2007+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Junto nozes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyClgXVjpjI/AAAAAAAAArk/VgQkWgHIvRU/s1600-h/Varias+Junho+de+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125278351386453554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyClgXVjpjI/AAAAAAAAArk/VgQkWgHIvRU/s400/Varias+Junho+de+2007+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e amendoas aos pedacinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficou delicioso!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCjAnVjpiI/AAAAAAAAArc/BzCvHgpkGAI/s1600-h/outubro+de+2007+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125275606902351394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCjAnVjpiI/AAAAAAAAArc/BzCvHgpkGAI/s400/outubro+de+2007+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E os dióspiros que chegaram na segunda feira são tão doces!...&lt;br /&gt;Têm feito as minhas delícias!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCisnVjphI/AAAAAAAAArU/oc3hgS4DkwA/s1600-h/21+e22+de+Outubro+de+2007+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125275263304967698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCisnVjphI/AAAAAAAAArU/oc3hgS4DkwA/s400/21+e22+de+Outubro+de+2007+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este já era :))) Depois de o ter literalmente devorado , restou uma linda flor!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É linda não é?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCiknVjpgI/AAAAAAAAArM/R7heH7QxQvw/s1600-h/21+e22+de+Outubro+de+2007+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125275125866014210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCiknVjpgI/AAAAAAAAArM/R7heH7QxQvw/s400/21+e22+de+Outubro+de+2007+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bom aqui foi a prima Margarida que pediu que fotografasse o nosso pequeno almoço, depois da ida à praia...mas aqui só estão os alimentos saudáveis...Pois é :) as bolachinhas de chocolate, os pastéis de nata, e o resto do bolo dos anos da Laura não cabiam na imagem...mas tiveram espaço nas nossas barriguitas :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada tio e tia por estes miminhos! :))) Muitos beijinhos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijinho para todos os que passarem por aqui...e...sirvam-se!!!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-3637289208227448763?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/3637289208227448763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=3637289208227448763' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3637289208227448763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/3637289208227448763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_25.html' title='Um post diferente....'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RyCoMXVjpqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/bBjQzXONlng/s72-c/Todas+de+Agosto+de+2007+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2143805493916667138</id><published>2007-10-18T22:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:14:02.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dccf80038641e864" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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horrendo sofrimento do cancro...continua tudo gravado a ferro e fogo em mim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agora a L. minha sogra e a doença de Alzheimer... todos os dias se desliga mais um pouco deste mundo...e cada dia fica mais dependente de mim...Só de mim...Hoje pela primeira vez percebi que também ela sofre muito com esta "loucura " que vai tomando conta dela...Hoje apercebi-me mais do que nunca que a tarefa que me espera não é nada fácil...não sei se vou conseguir...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje apetece-me voar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não te iludas com o meu sorriso...nem com a alegria na minha voz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje apetece-me chorar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2143805493916667138?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dccf80038641e864&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2143805493916667138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2143805493916667138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/10/video-de-margusta-18102007-hoje-apetece.html' title=''/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-2551391066499433555</id><published>2007-10-16T00:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:13:21.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chamas-me de saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RxPspuQe7_I/AAAAAAAAArE/5DpSH3eC_Cg/s1600-h/15+de+Outubro+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121697402786344946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RxPspuQe7_I/AAAAAAAAArE/5DpSH3eC_Cg/s400/15+de+Outubro+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ancorado na praia, dia, após dia, olhas o mar. Chamas-me de saudade. Na ânsia de me teres por perto, procuras-me no olhar de cada gaivota, que, mergulha no azul salgado. E, movido pelo desejo que te invade, tentas encontrar as formas do meu corpo nas ondas de espuma feitas... Dizes querer abraçar o mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materializas o teu grande sonho e eu estou lá. Caminhas comigo de mãos dadas. Conversamos, rimos, abraçamos-nos...Falamos de sonhos. Dos sonhos que estão acorrentados no casco de um velho barco, o " Ilusão". Sabemos que um dia tudo se irá esvair e, o " Ilusão" naufragar.&lt;br /&gt;Puxas-me para dentro de água. O meu vestido branco, aquele que tanto gostas, fica colado ao meu corpo... Tentas moldar as tuas mãos nos seus contornos...Mas...Sou apenas uma gaivota que mergulha nas águas do teu doce olhar, para logo desaparecer num verde salgado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficas sentado na praia a olhar as ondas. Cai a noite. O mar adormece em belos lençóis de prata e tu no meu abraço de lua...aquele que sempre te espera e que dizes ser o único em que consegues repousar.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhas...Sonhas...e sonhas que os meus cabelos tocam ao de leve o teu rosto. Mas já é manhã...São apenas os raios do sol que desponta. Junto a ti na areia apenas uma pena branca...o meu sinal...&lt;br /&gt;Incrédulo olhas o horizonte, e ... chamas-me de saudade...&lt;br /&gt;...Dia, após dia, ficas ancorado na praia ... continuas a olhar o mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@Margusta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in " Contos do A-Mar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RxPsjuQe7-I/AAAAAAAAAq8/VanGxYZVKXs/s1600-h/15+de+Outubro+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121697299707129826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RxPsjuQe7-I/AAAAAAAAAq8/VanGxYZVKXs/s400/15+de+Outubro+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-2551391066499433555?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/2551391066499433555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=2551391066499433555' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2551391066499433555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/2551391066499433555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/10/ancorado-na-praia-dia-aps-dia-olhas-o.html' title='Chamas-me de saudade...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RxPspuQe7_I/AAAAAAAAArE/5DpSH3eC_Cg/s72-c/15+de+Outubro+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-4076723612398487272</id><published>2007-10-11T10:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:12:49.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje levei pão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rw4grOHWaxI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Z7-Pyaf14Rw/s1600-h/gaivotas+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120065753262222098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rw4grOHWaxI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Z7-Pyaf14Rw/s400/gaivotas+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rw4glOHWawI/AAAAAAAAAqs/-gvwKxSLJrQ/s1600-h/gaivotas+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120065650183006978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rw4glOHWawI/AAAAAAAAAqs/-gvwKxSLJrQ/s400/gaivotas+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rw4geeHWavI/AAAAAAAAAqk/BGMaEu2AGi4/s1600-h/gaivotas+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120065534218889970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rw4geeHWavI/AAAAAAAAAqk/BGMaEu2AGi4/s400/gaivotas+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rw4gVeHWauI/AAAAAAAAAqc/2N7LWvHws98/s1600-h/gaivotas+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120065379600067298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rw4gVeHWauI/AAAAAAAAAqc/2N7LWvHws98/s400/gaivotas+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rw30QOHWarI/AAAAAAAAAqE/D10E8ooln3Y/s1600-h/gaivotas+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...pois é, hoje levei pão para as minhas amigas gaivotas ;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...e está claro que a fotografa hoje não fui eu ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho andado preguiçosa para escrever,mas a minha próxima postagem será em poesia ou prosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos aos que passarem por aqui :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-4076723612398487272?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/4076723612398487272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=4076723612398487272' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4076723612398487272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/4076723612398487272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_11.html' title='Hoje levei pão...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rw4grOHWaxI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Z7-Pyaf14Rw/s72-c/gaivotas+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-7801265552684940945</id><published>2007-10-10T10:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:12:32.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No encalço das gaivotas...  :)))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rwygd-HWanI/AAAAAAAAApk/yHZaY2_5oMw/s1600-h/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119643313163889266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rwygd-HWanI/AAAAAAAAApk/yHZaY2_5oMw/s400/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwygZOHWamI/AAAAAAAAApc/jUylB1Dr0g0/s1600-h/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119643231559510626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwygZOHWamI/AAAAAAAAApc/jUylB1Dr0g0/s400/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwygS-HWalI/AAAAAAAAApU/-tD4W_W3GKs/s1600-h/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119643124185328210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwygS-HWalI/AAAAAAAAApU/-tD4W_W3GKs/s400/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwygMeHWakI/AAAAAAAAApM/go-Jg3uhNSk/s1600-h/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119643012516178498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwygMeHWakI/AAAAAAAAApM/go-Jg3uhNSk/s400/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwygA-HWajI/AAAAAAAAApE/stoRFjtA_Ag/s1600-h/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119642814947682866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwygA-HWajI/AAAAAAAAApE/stoRFjtA_Ag/s400/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwyfyOHWaiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/8VU3KWYuKDs/s1600-h/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119642561544612386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwyfyOHWaiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/8VU3KWYuKDs/s400/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... a melhor forma de iniciar o dia!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mar, o sol e as gaivotas...Não posso pedir melhor! :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-7801265552684940945?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/7801265552684940945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=7801265552684940945' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7801265552684940945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/7801265552684940945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-encalo-das-gaivotas.html' title='No encalço das gaivotas...  :)))'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rwygd-HWanI/AAAAAAAAApk/yHZaY2_5oMw/s72-c/10+de+Outubro+de+2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-8323211445642456486</id><published>2007-10-09T14:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:12:16.854+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaivotas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwycLOHWahI/AAAAAAAAAo0/FFaXsf6eZ-I/s1600-h/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119638592994830866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwycLOHWahI/AAAAAAAAAo0/FFaXsf6eZ-I/s400/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwycF-HWagI/AAAAAAAAAos/kdZqfkVtUC8/s1600-h/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119638502800517634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwycF-HWagI/AAAAAAAAAos/kdZqfkVtUC8/s400/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rwyb_-HWafI/AAAAAAAAAok/sd0LN5_KBGE/s1600-h/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119638399721302514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rwyb_-HWafI/AAAAAAAAAok/sd0LN5_KBGE/s400/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rwyb7OHWaeI/AAAAAAAAAoc/nv6l5VDjz54/s1600-h/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119638318116923874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rwyb7OHWaeI/AAAAAAAAAoc/nv6l5VDjz54/s400/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rwyb0uHWadI/AAAAAAAAAoU/22VOMfqtmtM/s1600-h/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119638206447774162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rwyb0uHWadI/AAAAAAAAAoU/22VOMfqtmtM/s400/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rwybv-HWacI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fqr6eDeDCps/s1600-h/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119638124843395522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rwybv-HWacI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fqr6eDeDCps/s400/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwybqOHWabI/AAAAAAAAAoE/8mDjJGRCsaw/s1600-h/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119638026059147698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwybqOHWabI/AAAAAAAAAoE/8mDjJGRCsaw/s400/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwybkuHWaaI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rQ4mfS08DJ0/s1600-h/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119637931569867170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwybkuHWaaI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rQ4mfS08DJ0/s400/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwybbuHWaZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/rq1gaEGAkOQ/s1600-h/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119637776951044498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwybbuHWaZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/rq1gaEGAkOQ/s400/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É durante os meses de Outubro e Novembro que elas aqui chegam. Vêm às centenas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É lindo vê-las pela manhã, ou ao final da tarde no areal à espera que os pescadores puxem as redes. Esperam pacientemente que seja feita a separação do pescado. Aves e homens respeitam-se mutuamente. Elas estudam-lhe os gestos...e quando no final eles atiram para o mar o pescado que não interessa, é vê-las a voar que nem loucas ... e como que atraídas pelo ruído que fazem, de longe chegam mais e mais e mais....LINDO!!!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem assisti ao espectáculo mas não tinha a máquina comigo,e hoje não pude esperar pelo puxar das redes...mas um dia destes hei-de conseguir o registo desse momento tão belo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ando no encalço das gaivotas :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-8323211445642456486?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/8323211445642456486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=8323211445642456486' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8323211445642456486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/8323211445642456486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/10/gaivotas.html' title='Gaivotas....'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwycLOHWahI/AAAAAAAAAo0/FFaXsf6eZ-I/s72-c/9+de+Outubro+de+2007+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584570192391181312.post-1850135898696229419</id><published>2007-10-08T19:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:02:25.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No alto da falésia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwuWk-HWaVI/AAAAAAAAAnU/zmqOoiy4CMk/s1600-h/7+de+Outubro+de+2007+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119350963329984850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwuWk-HWaVI/AAAAAAAAAnU/zmqOoiy4CMk/s400/7+de+Outubro+de+2007+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwuWeuHWaUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/CvyhGlZlpLE/s1600-h/7+de+Outubro+de+2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119350855955802434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwuWeuHWaUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/CvyhGlZlpLE/s400/7+de+Outubro+de+2007+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwuWVeHWaTI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RhFI5NYBFf0/s1600-h/7+de+Outubro+de+2007+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119350697042012466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwuWVeHWaTI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RhFI5NYBFf0/s400/7+de+Outubro+de+2007+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/Rwn_SOHWaII/AAAAAAAAAlo/DdlAcJsERM8/s1600-h/7+de+Outubro+de+2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alongo o olhar no mar azul e majestoso&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe dos meus sentires de mulher&lt;br /&gt;Ao vento enlouquecido que sopra impiedoso&lt;br /&gt;Tremem as ervas e eu...como uma qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por momentos abandono-me à tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Que me envolve, e não me deixa respirar&lt;br /&gt;Lá na falésia onde nada se lamenta&lt;br /&gt;Escondo de mim, essa vontade de chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me no chão e inspiro o doce perfume&lt;br /&gt;Aroma e deleite que da erva seca provém&lt;br /&gt;E ali me quedo...já sem horas, já sem tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na falésia paira agora novo queixume&lt;br /&gt;Ecoando em surdina por rochedos de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Rasguei o peito,soltei a dor...que a leve o vento!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@Margusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Publicado no livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Liberdade Condicional" Edições ec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6af689a14bc7c099" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6af689a14bc7c099%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FDE8F932AEAA4C9DA156044872944E06579931A.2BC577269D92552AF9203B07F5D94788CC8E9BD6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6af689a14bc7c099%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5ypdT7CWjM5mwAEp8etGEcVZaxU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6af689a14bc7c099%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FDE8F932AEAA4C9DA156044872944E06579931A.2BC577269D92552AF9203B07F5D94788CC8E9BD6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6af689a14bc7c099%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5ypdT7CWjM5mwAEp8etGEcVZaxU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Video de Margusta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Decidi escolher este meu soneto para abertura deste espaço, depois de ontem ter feito mais um passeio pela serra da Arrábida. O soneto foi escrito em 2006 no Cabo Espichel.&lt;br /&gt;Junto um video deste belíssimo local, espero que gostem!&lt;br /&gt;Sejam Bem Vindos ao " Momentos Sentidos II " !... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584570192391181312-1850135898696229419?l=momentossentidos2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6af689a14bc7c099&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/feeds/1850135898696229419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3584570192391181312&amp;postID=1850135898696229419' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1850135898696229419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584570192391181312/posts/default/1850135898696229419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentossentidos2.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-alto-da-falsia.html' title='No alto da falésia...'/><author><name>margusta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417907436528656140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMSRa_P4lz8/Tm8EnmL4tbI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3SGXqZ9wSOQ/s220/DSCN1506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6LN7HVUASI4/RwuWk-HWaVI/AAAAAAAAAnU/zmqOoiy4CMk/s72-c/7+de+Outubro+de+2007+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
