<?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-251977560421893788</id><updated>2012-01-27T19:18:58.418Z</updated><category term='Visões'/><category term='Memórias'/><category term='Desabafos..'/><category term='Desafio..'/><category term='Viagens..'/><category term='Riso'/><category term='Pensamentos vagos...'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>Momentos Dispersos</title><subtitle type='html'>(TODAS AS FOTOGRAFIAS EXPOSTAS NESTE BLOG SÃO        DIREITOS DO AUTOR)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-3206295016538697951</id><published>2010-08-14T15:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T15:04:00.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias apenas...</title><summary type='text'>















Enya - On your Shore






Desejo -vos um óptimo fim de semana com muita luz nos vossos corações.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/3206295016538697951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=3206295016538697951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3206295016538697951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3206295016538697951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#3206295016538697951' title='Memórias apenas...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/TGafOkOk_dI/AAAAAAAAAUg/GXnZLm2LWhg/s72-c/P1015992.JPG1254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-5396160611512503282</id><published>2010-05-25T17:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T02:42:55.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Travessias...</title><summary type='text'>






Travessias



Sou uma ponte, entre o passado e o presente, sou filha do amanhã, sacudi as águas do passado e larguei as 
 asas ao 


vento, tenho a liberdade de ser eu própria, tal como Richard Bach salienta na grande obra " Fernão Capelo 


Gavoita" (...tu tens a liberdade de ser tu próprio, o teu verdadeiro eu, Aqui, Agora; nada se pode interpor no 


teu caminho)."


Sou filha de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/5396160611512503282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=5396160611512503282' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/5396160611512503282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/5396160611512503282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#5396160611512503282' title='Travessias...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/S_v3NmbHVlI/AAAAAAAAATo/z1OM6X52g8Y/s72-c/P1015725.JPG14598.jpg4958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-6073190380122106844</id><published>2010-02-21T22:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:33:33.785Z</updated><title type='text'>Pontes</title><summary type='text'>






LINKPontes Entre NósEu tenho o tempo

Tu tens o chão
Tens as palavras
Entre a luz
E a escuridão...


Eu tenho a noite
E tu tens a dor
Tens o silêncio
Que por dentro
Sei de cor...


E eu e tu
Perdidos e sós
Amantes distantes
Que nunca caiam
As pontes entre nós...


Eu tenho o medo
Tu tens a paz
Tens a loucura
Que a manhã
Ainda te traz...


Eu tenho a terra
Tu tens as mãos
Tens o desejo
Que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/6073190380122106844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=6073190380122106844' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/6073190380122106844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/6073190380122106844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#6073190380122106844' title='Pontes'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/S4GsyTd9mkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uNXkPe0k3w8/s72-c/P1012328.JPG4587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-1859730800829718512</id><published>2010-02-06T21:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:57:59.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><summary type='text'>





Cidade  Invicta 






FONTE  Englishrussia




Palavras



Palavras de pura amizade

Que faz o meu  coração ficar cheio de alegria
Mas a amizade traz sempre algo diferente,



  Traz calor ao coração.

A carapaça desfez - se

Com o calor da tua amizade

Mesmo estando longe

Estás presente

Surgiu a vontade sorrir

Graças a Ti !!!





By Zita</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/1859730800829718512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=1859730800829718512' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/1859730800829718512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/1859730800829718512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#1859730800829718512' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/S27--FUWMBI/AAAAAAAAATA/9uQD0QvzcMM/s72-c/P7224474.JPG14785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-729391796708990828</id><published>2010-01-20T09:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:22:09.542Z</updated><title type='text'>Analepses</title><summary type='text'>















Analepses





As minhas mãos,

tem a forma de conchas...

modeladas em palavras, 

o caudal quente, 

almejam os gestos,

sugados pelo tempo,

dá vida, o movimento concreto,

o fogo dos olhos húmidos,

o sinédoque universal,

sinalizam os vestígios,

cor de coral desvanecido...

nada ao acaso.





O mundo dos surdos mudos,

libertam seus gritos,

mesmo apontados por línguas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/729391796708990828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=729391796708990828' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/729391796708990828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/729391796708990828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#729391796708990828' title='Analepses'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/S1bnP8ZGiPI/AAAAAAAAASg/0ykOED28o5U/s72-c/P4270289.JPG1457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-2795272374876278333</id><published>2010-01-14T14:29:00.015Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:19:20.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Somos como átomos</title><summary type='text'>















Uma  criança ferida recebe tratamento médico após um terremoto 




em Port-au-Prince, 13 de janeiro de 2010. 




(REUTERS / Eduardo Munoz



LINK 




Somos como átomos




Somos como montanhas,

despidas de árvores,as folhas

arrancadas por fortes e inesperados ventos,

a natureza, Mãe poderosa silencia -nos,

os seres inertes, devastados  pelas mágoas



tornam - se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/2795272374876278333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=2795272374876278333' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/2795272374876278333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/2795272374876278333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2795272374876278333' title='Somos como átomos'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/S08h9ubr_PI/AAAAAAAAASI/D9rmboU0yLs/s72-c/P3294009.JPG456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-5126654370163946611</id><published>2010-01-03T20:39:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:43:03.807Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos..'/><title type='text'>Desabafos</title><summary type='text'> Reprodução da pintura artesanal a óleo da Tabela IV de moscas e pulgas, uma pintura de Johannes von Augustin Rosel Rosenhof.Nunca se deve dizer que nada é impossível,compete -nos a nós saber ultrapassar as barreiras, derrubar as montanhas,não nos arrependermos do que fizemos,mas sim, fazer uso dessa experiência,o caminho da felicidade está nas nossas mãos,através da vontade, da humildade, de um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/5126654370163946611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=5126654370163946611' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/5126654370163946611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/5126654370163946611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5126654370163946611' title='Desabafos'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/Sye6vXKThSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fi_-N1xhF64/s72-c/539272.jpg1959.jpg78542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-3228703910614213206</id><published>2009-12-08T10:13:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:47:28.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Labirinto</title><summary type='text'> A maravilhosa arte de Alberto Emiliano FONTE *LabirintoCom mil pensamentostraduzo os meus momentosem labirintos cruzadosuns desvendadosoutros obscuros.Fontes de luzes difusastesto a minha persistênciacom muita força e paciênciaconstantes desafiosde luta,vencer e viver...Posso cair, mas não desistode aprender semprelições constantescom ligeiras mutaçõesmas sei que encontro as cifrasqual o tempo..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/3228703910614213206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/Sx4nFQQk0tI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FnsOwgUFIH0/s72-c/P4114070.JPG1478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-7974372772550318758</id><published>2009-11-29T11:28:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:57:34.458Z</updated><title type='text'>Poema de Amizade</title><summary type='text'> Poema de amizade A força da nossa amizade vence todas as diferenças...Aliás... para que diferenças se somos amigos?Quando erramos... nos perdoamos e esquecemosSe temos defeitos... não nos importamos...Trocamos segredos...e respeitamos as divergências...Nas horas incertas, sempre chegamos no momento certo...Nos amparamos...nos defendemos...sem pedir...fazemos porque nos sentimos felizes em fazer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/7974372772550318758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SxJbZtmnc1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/rO6addEFK6c/s72-c/P5164157.JPG458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-4944308250632531531</id><published>2009-11-17T19:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:30:16.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Asas ao Tempo</title><summary type='text'> ASAS AO TEMPO...Queria ser um pássaro voandoPerdendo suas penas ao ventoLevaria em revoadasMeus sonhos...Daria, por eles, asas ao tempo...E ficaria à esperaDe que voltassemCantando ao regresso,Trazendo, lá de cimaA paz  e o encanto para meu ninho.. Teresa Cordioli</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/4944308250632531531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=4944308250632531531' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4944308250632531531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4944308250632531531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4944308250632531531' title='Asas ao Tempo'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SwL1qrgI5kI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/o_aZkPwJokM/s72-c/P4020056.JPG478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-3773216690627502451</id><published>2009-11-01T17:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:43:59.485Z</updated><title type='text'>Memórias e Pensamentos</title><summary type='text'>Um testemunho de um dos meus passeios pela cidade romantica e irresistível de Sevilha.PensamentosMomentos, passagensreflexos da minha almatorno -me nele,esqueço o meu "eu"fico alheia onde estousinto o cheiro da verdadesou a minha própria paisagemfaço passagens do que sintopinto-as como paisagensabandono o reflexocomo roupa usadaprocuro novos caminhosé  o tempo da travessia...encerro os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/3773216690627502451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=3773216690627502451' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3773216690627502451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3773216690627502451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3773216690627502451' title='Memórias e Pensamentos'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-9074551440291265181</id><published>2009-10-26T14:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:42:25.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Memórias</title><summary type='text'> Esta cidade uma das mais antigas da Europa,fundada 1000 .C. pelos fenicios,fornecia sal, peixe salgado, cavalos para exportação e alimentos para os barcos que comerciavam estanho com a Cornualha.No dominío árabe foi reconquistada por D. Afonso Henriques em 1158,reconquistada pelos mouros, só no reinado de D. Afonso II, e com o auxílio de uma frota de cruzados,  a cidade foi definitivamente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/9074551440291265181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=9074551440291265181' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/9074551440291265181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/9074551440291265181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#9074551440291265181' title='Memórias'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SuWtKYcWpbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/k_5iFRe_OG0/s72-c/PA034619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-3623440870586099215</id><published>2009-09-26T12:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:17:47.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfeição...</title><summary type='text'>  Um brilhante vídeo onde a imaginação torna- se a chave baluarteYanni - Keys to ImaginationMUNDO "DOENTE"Vivo num mundo incompreensível,a lei da selva prevalece,será que difere o conceito de racional para o irracional?quando os irracionais são seres que vivem em comunidade,não pensam,mas compreendem...conseguem viver em paz no seu séquito,considero - os mais racionais,vive - se nuna sociedade </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/3623440870586099215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=3623440870586099215' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3623440870586099215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3623440870586099215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3623440870586099215' title='Imperfeição...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/Sr3_B6g53VI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9u6DIMGKRe8/s72-c/P7224397.JPG4587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-8942105155880206588</id><published>2009-09-18T21:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:19:00.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo...</title><summary type='text'> Sei que não posso viver numa liberdade plena,mas sei que não devo descurar dos momentos,como também o caminho da vida pode ser o da beleza e da liberdade , apesar das muralhas impostasno dia a dia, de uma sociedade da cada vez menos humanizada,não me deixo arrastar pelos trilhos,nada melhor do que seguir em frente e jogar "fora "as cascas inúteis...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/8942105155880206588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=8942105155880206588' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/8942105155880206588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/8942105155880206588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8942105155880206588' title='Desabafo...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-5970887861727689025</id><published>2009-09-02T16:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:31:17.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><summary type='text'>  FONTE *"Sophia Marmarinos, 3 months old, lay on a giant water lily leaf under the watchful eye of Rotterdam Zoo employee Hans Kuyten in the Netherlands Wednesday. The zoo organized the event for parentsto take pictures of their children. (Peter Dejong/Associated Press)É necessário abrir os olhose perceber que as coisas boasestão dentro de nós,onde os sentimentos não precisamde motivos nem os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/5970887861727689025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=5970887861727689025' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/5970887861727689025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/5970887861727689025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5970887861727689025' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/Sp6TlKa0d6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/T_QgpkWw4nw/s72-c/P1012521.JPG1475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-2559595564402056451</id><published>2009-08-12T14:29:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:11:27.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Amizades".....</title><summary type='text'>  Um vídeo a reflectir sobre as "amizades"Fonte *"A vida é para nós o que concebemos dela.Para o rústico cujo campo lhe é tudo,esse campo é um império.Para o César cujo império lhe ainda é pouco, esse império é um campo. O pobre possui um império; o grande possui um campo. Na verdade, não possuímos mais que as nossas próprias sensações; nelas, pois, que não no que elas vêem, temos que fundamentar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/2559595564402056451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=2559595564402056451' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/2559595564402056451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/2559595564402056451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2559595564402056451' title='&quot;Amizades&quot;.....'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SoLEt54mmJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mxuF1m8w-T0/s72-c/P7224508.JPG157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-1789720851121575487</id><published>2009-07-15T12:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:16:47.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visões...</title><summary type='text'> Fotos minhas : 1 Costa Vicentina AQUI  2 As minhas raízes AQUI 3 Os meus Olhares AQUI  Os espelhos são usados para ver o rosto; a arte para ver a alma. (George Bernard Shaw</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/1789720851121575487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=1789720851121575487' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/1789720851121575487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/1789720851121575487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#1789720851121575487' title='Visões...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/Sl8GaQQtj9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Sv__w4FWcu0/s72-c/P6114368.JPG145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-986416059957395992</id><published>2009-06-25T13:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:44:39.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dispersidades de momentos</title><summary type='text'> Férias de 2008 Bolhas de arSentimentos infinitosEsvoaçam no arMomentos magníficos...Nas minhas aguarelas eu me refugioSão momentos da minha sombraO silêncio dos meus passosA fantasia dos meus sonhosFragmentos de palavras coloridasA sensibilidade dos meus momentosMomentos por mim sentidosDe palavras nunca antes ouvidas...Deixo -vos para o fim de semanaum vídeo imperdível de  um grupo de </summary><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SkNpzvQO5vI/AAAAAAAAAOg/F_Diu3IUo0o/s72-c/P5312939.JPG159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-6504583416979832001</id><published>2009-06-11T21:46:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:29:02.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inquietude...</title><summary type='text'>  FONTE *INQUIETUDE....A noite prenúncio de emoçõesvagas de pensamentos pairam no arsentimentos de alertadesvendo a minha almaum livro cinzento mágico de perfumearquitecto planos de esquecimentoesqueço o ontem e vivo o presentedesvendo a minha alma em ondas de silênciona procura de sorrisos inesperadosrenasço como uma florquando a madrugada me despertaesvoaçam os tormentosquero estar...quero </summary><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SjFuG_Z8UQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jbIxycgH-J0/s72-c/P5224230.JPG145.jpg458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-7270307734356057473</id><published>2009-06-03T14:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:00:39.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mar....</title><summary type='text'>   "Afinal, poesia do mar que me vais mostrar???"Inutilmente Parecemos Grandes O mar jaz; gemem em segredo os ventos           Em Eolo cativos; Só com as pontas do tridente as vastas           Águas franze Netuno; E a praia é alva e cheia de pequenos           Brilhos sob o sol claro. Inutilmente parecemos grandes.           Nada, no alheio mundo, Nossa vista grandeza reconhece           Ou com </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/7270307734356057473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=7270307734356057473' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/7270307734356057473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/7270307734356057473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7270307734356057473' title='O Mar....'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SiZ9JSilHOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NMnr9YZGKrI/s72-c/P5164209.JPG1958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-6958307822857238525</id><published>2009-05-23T22:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:43:38.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Metáfora da Água</title><summary type='text'> Metáfora da Água.  Livro das mutações, Hexagrama 29. Video created by Elenita Rodrigues.  "À medida que um perigo se repete, o homem tende a se acostumar a ele.  A água dá o exemplo da conduta correta nessas condições.  Prossegue fluindo e vai preenchendo todas as depressões que encontra. Não vacila ante nenhuma passagem perigosa,não retrocede ante nenhuma queda,  e nada a faz perder sua </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/6958307822857238525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=6958307822857238525' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/6958307822857238525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/6958307822857238525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6958307822857238525' title='Metáfora da Água'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/ShrjXa5CySI/AAAAAAAAANg/iaUgalF3C2Y/s72-c/P5224245.JPG4578.jpg4587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-2447638615623213038</id><published>2009-05-17T18:22:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:55:33.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase tudo ou quase nada...</title><summary type='text'>  Aqui as melhores fotomontagens Vida minhaNa minha vida existe um mar sangrandoOlhos tingidos de águas turvasMar recolhe num vaivém constanteAs ondas ténues recolhem o aromaCheiro salgado quando menos se esperaMas que interessa?O constante da vidaSe eu o meu navegar é lentoSe a vida é tudo ou nada...Momentos meus dispersos no tempo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/2447638615623213038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=2447638615623213038' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/2447638615623213038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/2447638615623213038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2447638615623213038' title='Quase tudo ou quase nada...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/ShBInBCZj1I/AAAAAAAAANI/lm4WfcOX_Rg/s72-c/P5164225.JPG456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-6335873081349267666</id><published>2009-05-11T21:50:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:22:45.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrir</title><summary type='text'>  UM BEBÊ ESPECIAL"Um mamute lanudo encontrado á beira de um riona península de Yamal, no noroeste da Sibéria."Fonte *SorrirSorri quando a dor te torturarE a saudade atormentarOs teus dias tristonhos vaziosSorri quando tudo terminarQuando nada mais restarDo teu sonho encantadorSorri quando o sol perder a luzE sentires uma cruzNos teus ombros cansados doridosSorri vai mentindo a sua dorE ao notar </summary><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SgiQexY_sCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7o9wCIv5X6Y/s72-c/P4274090.JPG129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-1566626510452333467</id><published>2009-04-27T21:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:05:15.485+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><summary type='text'> MOMENTOSMomentos são mais que espaços no tempoMomentos eternizadosMomentos vivosMomentos de átomos no tempoMomentos cristalizadosMomentos sentidosMomentos transcendentes de magiaMomentos intensosMomentos únicos...Momentos meus"Explore the best visual journalism produced in 2008 by washingtonpost.com and The Washington Post."Link*"A vida boa, a vida verdadeiramente humana,não está baseada em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/1566626510452333467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=1566626510452333467' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/1566626510452333467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/1566626510452333467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1566626510452333467' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SfYZIetUs6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/0JnbJfX7fx4/s72-c/P4274111.JPG786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-3381785176818818640</id><published>2009-04-22T12:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:26:20.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Metáfora de olhares do passado e presente..</title><summary type='text'> UMA JANELA PARA O PASSADOJanela aberta é saudade.Quem se debruça sobre elaSabe e senteQue tem olhos no passadoE o corpo no presente.Fonte NetÁGUAS PASSADAS MOVEM MOINHOSAs águas que passaramDecoraram o caminho.E tornarão a passar, Movendo o moinho.Fonte Net</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/3381785176818818640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=3381785176818818640' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3381785176818818640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3381785176818818640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3381785176818818640' title='Metáfora de olhares do passado e presente..'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/Se79akHxhgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BkGJDWKpxrw/s72-c/P1012464.JPG1236.jpg453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-4492861678379030880</id><published>2009-04-13T23:04:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:20:05.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor,núvens...</title><summary type='text'>  AQUI*"Miradas. (5 de febrero) Una participante de un concurso de cuerpos pintados en los carnavales de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria."Sou entre flor e nuvem,estrela e mar. Por que havemos de ser unicamente humanos,limitados em chorar?Não encontro caminhos fáceis de andar. Meu rosto vário desorienta as firmes pedrasque não sabem de água e de ar.Cecília Meireles</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/4492861678379030880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=4492861678379030880' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4492861678379030880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4492861678379030880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4492861678379030880' title='Flor,núvens...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SeO3jOiWs4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Txebu_XF1gg/s72-c/P4114057.JPG425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-3366089074225655962</id><published>2009-04-09T17:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:35:52.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Páscoa</title><summary type='text'>MENSAGEM DE PASCOA PARA REFLERTIRMOSNASDESIGUALDADES SOCIAIS ... PARA PARARMOS DE ESPERAR POR OUTRAS PESSOAS , SE CADA UM FIZER A SUA PARTE , CONSEGUIREMOS MUDAR O MUNDO ...QUE TODOS POSSAM TER PASCOA ... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/3366089074225655962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=3366089074225655962' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3366089074225655962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3366089074225655962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3366089074225655962' title='Páscoa'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SeDw58KSSbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xb4wz3M6DaE/s72-c/P%C3%81SCOA%5B1%5D.....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-7526478095183908613</id><published>2009-04-01T22:34:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:52:38.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao meu Pai</title><summary type='text'>  29-02-1920/29-02-2009Ao meu PaiUm homem com história, amigo do seu amigo, humilde,muito honesto,vistes partir a mãe em 26-03-06, o teu filho com 52 anos em 03-08-08 e preparastes a a tua hora de despedida do mundo real no dia em que precisamente fazias 89 anos,(26-02-2009).Pois é pai, eras um homem diferente dos outros da tua época, pela tua força, coragem,determinação, não existia chuva, frio</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/7526478095183908613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=7526478095183908613' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/7526478095183908613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/7526478095183908613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7526478095183908613' title='Ao meu Pai'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SdPeP56BwHI/AAAAAAAAALo/g6-Fk2BujLg/s72-c/P1011726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-4393826120459204019</id><published>2009-02-25T19:11:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:44:46.980Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visões'/><title type='text'>Religião</title><summary type='text'>  História da ReligiãoComo é que a geografia da religião evoluiu ao longo dos séculos,onde e como provocou tantas guerras? Nosso mapa dá-nos uma breve história do mundo o mais bem conhecido religiões: cristianismo, islamismo, hinduísmo, budismo e judaísmo.Escolhidos os períodos de inter-religioso sangue também são destacadas. Querem ver 5000 anos da religião em 90 segundos? Link*"A religião é o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/4393826120459204019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=4393826120459204019' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4393826120459204019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4393826120459204019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4393826120459204019' title='Religião'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SaWYetiVqAI/AAAAAAAAALg/Q0pbEqQml88/s72-c/P1012474.JPG459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-4843496233794875746</id><published>2009-02-16T18:23:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:18:25.725Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias'/><title type='text'>Sines Antigo</title><summary type='text'>  Osso facial de um crustáceo"baleia"Sines Antigo....um vídeo a não perder.Sines, capital do concelho, berço histórico do navegador Vasco da Gama,é uma pequena cidade litoral, onde a cultura é uma prioridade,mas a industrialização tornou -se um factor aglutinadordas paisagens,do ambiente...SinesSilhueta de muralhasIrrigada por canhõesNesgas de azul recortam o horizonteEufemista de utopiasSúbdito </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/4843496233794875746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=4843496233794875746' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4843496233794875746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4843496233794875746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4843496233794875746' title='Sines Antigo'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SZmv9KR9iGI/AAAAAAAAALI/z-eQTdWWpRg/s72-c/P1012438.JPG1959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-5980383166971781825</id><published>2009-02-05T00:39:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:08:43.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Vozes da Penumbra</title><summary type='text'> "Só é digno da liberdade, como da vida, aquele que se empenha em conquistá-la." Goethe "A natureza reservou para si tanta liberdade que não a podemos nunca penetrar completamente com o nosso saber e a nossa ciência." Goethe  Este postal tem direitos reservados de Vieira CaladoVenho por este meio felicitar este meu amigo,pela sua última obra," Itinerário"á qual eu tive imenso prazer em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/5980383166971781825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=5980383166971781825' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/5980383166971781825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/5980383166971781825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5980383166971781825' title='Vozes da Penumbra'/><author><name>flashes...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PqVDVxjRL4Y/SXm-XgewGII/AAAAAAAAAAw/ehitBIc7guw/S220/zitaaaaaaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqVDVxjRL4Y/SYo13EZy_4I/AAAAAAAAABo/HllouHLMbLo/s72-c/P2043940.JPG5689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-921148532730169527</id><published>2009-01-29T20:22:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:16:32.061Z</updated><title type='text'>Alberto Caeiro</title><summary type='text'>    Estátuas quase   "vivas"LINK *Da minha aldeia vejo quanto da terra se pode ver no Universo... Por isso a minha aldeia é tão grande como outra terra qualquer Porque eu sou do tamanho do que vejo E não do tamanho da minha altura... Nas cidades a vida é mais pequena Que aqui na minha casa no cimo deste outeiro. Na cidade as grandes casas fecham a vista à chave, Escondem o horizonte, empurram o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/921148532730169527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=921148532730169527' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/921148532730169527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/921148532730169527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#921148532730169527' title='Alberto Caeiro'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SYISDNG3RII/AAAAAAAAAK4/XjHETfyikR8/s72-c/PB253694.JPG589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-4530449912766460413</id><published>2009-01-23T19:58:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:08:38.845Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riso'/><title type='text'>Ao olhar o mar</title><summary type='text'>    Ao olhar o marPenso no passado, no presentena ponte do futuro.No meu rosto traça a leve brisaA força das ondas,Como vontades de ultrapassar os meus medos,Entendo a linguagem das ondas,Levantam-me o sorriso,Arejam o meu olhar,O Sol ilumina -me.Com a garra de esperança embanvecida,Percorro as pedras da liberdade,Nas marés calmas,Com a esperança da verdade,Meu coração é um oceano...ZitaRiso«O </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/4530449912766460413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=4530449912766460413' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4530449912766460413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4530449912766460413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4530449912766460413' title='Ao olhar o mar'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SXoimhSmHnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4g9m2mM1h98/s72-c/P1011208.JPG4587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-6703378382489124259</id><published>2009-01-16T17:33:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:35:16.364Z</updated><title type='text'>Mar e viagens virtuais</title><summary type='text'> O Bigodes e o Pintas na plateia...a observar a recepcionista)) Um dos meus espaços favoritos...Junto do mar, que erguia gravementeA trágica voz rouca, enquanto o ventoPassava como o voo dum pensamentoQue busca e hesita, inquieto e intermitente.Antero QuentalAmerican Museum of Natural HistoryVirtual Tours of Museums, Exhibits andPoints of Special Interest "These Sites present over 300 Museums, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/6703378382489124259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=6703378382489124259' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/6703378382489124259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/6703378382489124259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6703378382489124259' title='Mar e viagens virtuais'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SXDFaKz_OPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Xkxz70UomlA/s72-c/PC243780.JPG125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-2046792467028452799</id><published>2009-01-11T15:19:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:03:39.514Z</updated><title type='text'>O Mundo é Grande</title><summary type='text'>   DAQUI"A Kenyan boy screams as he sees kenyan policeman with a baton approach the door of his home in the Kibera slum of Nairobi 17 January 2008. Hundreds of police who had earlier clashed with supporters of Kenya's opposition leader Raila Odinga at the entrance of the slum moved into the shantytown and did a house to house search for protestors. (WALTER ASTRADA/AFP/Getty Images) " "Um menino </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/2046792467028452799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=2046792467028452799' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/2046792467028452799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/2046792467028452799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2046792467028452799' title='O Mundo é Grande'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SWoQHC6s-AI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fFN8Iv7qUXs/s72-c/P6073098.JPG1478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-8280318053588171917</id><published>2008-12-26T18:13:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:03:59.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Mar,Sol, Horizonte,Luz...</title><summary type='text'>Mar,Sol,Horizonte,Luz...Um rasgo no horizonte... Um Por do Sol, uma flor ao vento..Tempos de fugazes,de um tempo impreciso...E se este Por do Sol fosse eu?Aproveitava os escassos raios em cada momento... Eu, eu sou apenas uma folha ao vento...Não consigo ter a segurança do amanhã...Miro o pôr do sol, temendo a noite...Agradecendo a sorte...De um último raio de luz...Um doce brilho, que me aquece.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/8280318053588171917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=8280318053588171917' title='50 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/8280318053588171917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/8280318053588171917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8280318053588171917' title='Mar,Sol, Horizonte,Luz...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SVUj4nxprxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4wPg_LfbBS0/s72-c/PC253855.JPG147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-8963652180338597975</id><published>2008-12-11T20:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:35:26.645Z</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro postal de Natal</title><summary type='text'>O Primeiro Postal De NatalO primeiro postal de Natal surgiu na Inglaterra, pelas mãos do pintor John Callcott Horsley (1817-1903), em Dezembro de 1843, a pedido de Sir Henry Cole (1808-1882), director do South Kensington Museum (rebaptizado, em 1899,de The Victoria and Albert Museum),porque não tinha tempo para escrever pessoalmente a cada um de seus amigos.mr. been - merry christmas Actualmente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/8963652180338597975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=8963652180338597975' title='53 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/8963652180338597975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/8963652180338597975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8963652180338597975' title='Primeiro postal de Natal'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-3048587283243223256</id><published>2008-12-06T18:10:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:37:57.037Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias'/><title type='text'>Memórias</title><summary type='text'> Igreja Matriz de Matosinhos Águas Furtadas em Valongo Igreja em Ermesinde Uma bébé que fez hoje  49 anose que nasceu numa Ilha muito bonita,um verdadeiro paraíso perdido no Atlântico,esta bébé sou eu.Deliciem-se,mas cuidado com as calorias ehhhe"Armando e Regina, em forma de homenagem eis'Momentos de Memórias' (em narrativa e imagens), revelando ao mundo toda singularidade da ocidentalIlha das </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/3048587283243223256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=3048587283243223256' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3048587283243223256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3048587283243223256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3048587283243223256' title='Memórias'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/STrEKHd2zrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/E36oeQ7SyHg/s72-c/P6073128.JPG153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-8367242365949148518</id><published>2008-11-27T20:28:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:14:00.580Z</updated><title type='text'>A todos vós..</title><summary type='text'> Moinho da Asneira/Vila Nova de Milfontesum local para umas merecidas férias.Consultar AQUI Um cheirinho a época NatalíciaRua Augusta Balloon twisting sculptures by Jason Hackenwerth Fonte*Três crias nascidas de oito anos de idade Sumatran tigre Rainha na sua primeira aparição pública noZoológico de Perth Austrália.A amizade... Este substantivo fecundo que ladeia a almae o coração dos seres </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/8367242365949148518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=8367242365949148518' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/8367242365949148518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/8367242365949148518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8367242365949148518' title='A todos vós..'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SS8EUjJxxKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IaS8TR8VtZI/s72-c/PB253742.JPG369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-6019830635799281380</id><published>2008-11-17T19:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:21:48.097Z</updated><title type='text'>A Preto e Branco</title><summary type='text'> Esta foi tirada a 23/04/1976,os melhores anos da minha vida...era eu uma jovemZitae estou na foto, será que conseguem me situar??? e esta hien??"Rostos Antigos " na visão de Luis Lobo Henriques A PRETO E BRANCOEu gosto do preto e do branco.Por que essas cores me remetem ao meu passado.E volto a sentir-me como um pássaro calejadoQue, de tanto voar.Na vertigem de um céu tão cinzaEsqueci-me de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/6019830635799281380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=6019830635799281380' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/6019830635799281380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/6019830635799281380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6019830635799281380' title='A Preto e Branco'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SSHL3B29dgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Zh1bCJdXB-0/s72-c/CCF16112008_000005263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-184447733528757139</id><published>2008-10-30T20:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:00:41.460Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos vagos...'/><title type='text'>Alienação</title><summary type='text'> Link *ALIENAÇÃOPor vezes olho o o horizonte eu me perco num olhar...Num  suspiro profundo eu me encontro no meu mundo sem limiar da razão.Nas explicações para as interrogações abstractasNem de claras conveniênciasNem da importância do nada sernada querer nada pensarMas não é altura para parar...A apenas me deixo sonharEmbalar em raios de luare me vejo no meu mundo;um mundo sem doronde tudo é </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/184447733528757139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=184447733528757139' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/184447733528757139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/184447733528757139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#184447733528757139' title='Alienação'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SQoaGFPjl1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Pbv_d1o32Ss/s72-c/P605307325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-2643839667056069080</id><published>2008-10-20T21:12:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:23:23.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quebrar os espinhos...</title><summary type='text'>Fonte *Consegui ir á luta,resistir ás intempéries!A minha auto- determinação,levou - me abraçar a vida com paixão,vencer com ousadia e muito fair play,porque apesar dos espinhos,existe sempre uma flor que brota o mais belo perfume:a vida,a paz e muito amor.VENCI!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/2643839667056069080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=2643839667056069080' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/2643839667056069080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/2643839667056069080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2643839667056069080' title='Quebrar os espinhos...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-1773417128877790821</id><published>2008-09-30T20:58:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:46:19.680Z</updated><title type='text'>A Fascinação da noite...</title><summary type='text'>  A Fascinação Da Noite Pelo Mundo - Noites sem nomeNoites sem nome, do tempo desligadas,Solidão mais pura do que o fogo e a água,Silêncio altíssimo e brilhante.As imagens vivem e vão cantando libertadasE no secreto murmurar de cada instanteColhi a absolvição de toda a mágoa.Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen water art photography"Só pelo amor o homem se realiza plenamente." Tema: AmorIn Platão</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/1773417128877790821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=1773417128877790821' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/1773417128877790821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/1773417128877790821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1773417128877790821' title='A Fascinação da noite...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-4997225895391472117</id><published>2008-09-23T21:58:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:33:41.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teu sorriso...</title><summary type='text'> Uma emocionante história de dois homens criaram um leão,o devolveram pra selva e resolveram reencontra-lo. 20minutos"Escena del nuevo espectáculo del Circo del Sol que, 'Varekai', durante su representación en Viena, Austria.El Circo deleitará al público vienés hasta el 26 de octubre, fecha a partir de la cual comenzarán a preparar susiguiente estreno en Madrid, previsto para el 13 de noviembre."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/4997225895391472117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=4997225895391472117' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4997225895391472117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4997225895391472117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4997225895391472117' title='Teu sorriso...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SNlghvHZVkI/AAAAAAAAADo/6TZqly_wKos/s72-c/lo%C3%A7p%C3%A7p%C3%A7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-3811510666774447364</id><published>2008-09-16T15:39:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:45:12.834Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>Um olhar perdido no tempo...</title><summary type='text'>Existem lugares únicos...As mais incríveis construções AQUI"A imaginação tem todos os poderes:ela faz a beleza, a justiça, e a felicidade,que são os maiores poderes do mundo."In PascalTema - Felicidade </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/3811510666774447364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=3811510666774447364' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3811510666774447364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/3811510666774447364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3811510666774447364' title='Um olhar perdido no tempo...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONnmmM7KyZE/SK5egUnuwsI/AAAAAAAACCU/Xv1zWehMxRg/s72-c/1204660536_1204649111_1-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-7940232088019437951</id><published>2008-09-09T19:39:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:44:34.282+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um exemplo de vida</title><summary type='text'>Sou como as árvores,balanço mas não caio.Este é um vídeo de um grande exemplo de vida Nick Vujicic Nick Vujicic de  25 anos de idade. Nasceu sem braços ou pernas, sem  nenhuma razão aparente médica para esta condição.Confrontado com inúmeros desafios e obstáculos, Deus deu - lhe a força para superaro que outros podem chamar impossível.Ao ver este vídeo e compreendê-lo,concluímos que conseguimos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/7940232088019437951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=7940232088019437951' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/7940232088019437951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/7940232088019437951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#7940232088019437951' title='Um exemplo de vida'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SMbDY24Zg2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/giat-FYLyPs/s72-c/P1012609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-8306122564789584389</id><published>2008-08-12T19:18:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:32:34.789+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Momentos</title><summary type='text'> Relíquias que fazem parte do Património da minha terra. Sinto-me muito triste,mas a vida tem que continuar...  "Investigador marino. Un elefante marino con un sensor en su cabezaen la costa australiana de South Georgia.Los científicos aprovechan las rutas de estos animalesbajo el hielo antártico para obtener datos sobre camGaleria 20minutos Galeria 20minutos "Os homens compram tudo pronto nas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/8306122564789584389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=8306122564789584389' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/8306122564789584389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/8306122564789584389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8306122564789584389' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SKHybpzjZMI/AAAAAAAAACU/peHCqo9H46A/s72-c/DCAM0585%C3%A7pol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-7237610296379316177</id><published>2008-08-04T13:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:09:04.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu irmão partiu...</title><summary type='text'>1955-19-02/2008-03-08Apenas de vi no últímo Natal,partistes sem tedespedir de ninguém para todo o sempre irmãoQue estejas na companhia de Deus.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/7237610296379316177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=7237610296379316177' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/7237610296379316177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/7237610296379316177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7237610296379316177' title='Meu irmão partiu...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-4461719363629238175</id><published>2008-07-23T11:22:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:38:57.575Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens..'/><title type='text'>Viagens no tempo e no espaço..</title><summary type='text'>Costa Vicentina no seu "estado puro"Uma forma bastante interessante de conhecer os vestígios dos nossos antepassados,através de visitas guiadas á Ilha do Pessegueiro.Contacto : 965 535 983Um passeio a não perder...Aqui uma viagem a terras do Ocidente "Rússia""Se o desenvolvimento da civilizaçãoé tão semelhante ao do indivíduo,e se usa os mesmos meios, não teríamoso direito de diagnosticar que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/4461719363629238175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=4461719363629238175' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4461719363629238175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4461719363629238175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4461719363629238175' title='Viagens no tempo e no espaço..'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SIm0YyUvVHI/AAAAAAAAACE/NVOlyhwbWks/s72-c/Imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-5032252948878012742</id><published>2008-07-10T12:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:38:58.427Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos...</title><summary type='text'> Nuvens que passam despercebidas sobre nós, apresento 10 imagens de formações de nuvens mais raras.Para mais informações AQUIHá quem diga que todas as noites são de sonhos. Mas há também quem garanta que nem todas, só as de Verão.No fundo, isto não tem muita importância.O que interessa mesmo não é a noite em si, são os sonhos.Sonhos que o homem sonha sempre, em todos os lugares,em todas as épocas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/5032252948878012742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=5032252948878012742' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/5032252948878012742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/5032252948878012742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5032252948878012742' title='Sonhos...'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SHX7g7CQHJI/AAAAAAAAABw/idKraunP3Jw/s72-c/P5312971hy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-8674032507765267968</id><published>2008-07-04T19:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:38:59.014Z</updated><title type='text'>Ilhas</title><summary type='text'>  Ilhas perdidas no Atlântico...Ilhas...Ilha onde o céu beija a terra,No olhar a dolência das ondas,O verde doce das lagoas,A ternura do perfume das hortências,Areias de basalto negro,Gaivotas beijam as escarpas,O mar azul,contrasta o verde dos planaltos,O verde esperança realça nos tons silvestresNesse mar imenso, do cheiro a maresia,Enche-me a alma o eterno perfume,da Natureza viva...onde o mar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/8674032507765267968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=8674032507765267968' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/8674032507765267968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/8674032507765267968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8674032507765267968' title='Ilhas'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SG5omYEgfbI/AAAAAAAAABg/GRmvYvkZDM4/s72-c/P6073099li.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-4596964685157169829</id><published>2008-06-26T19:05:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:38:59.506Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafio..'/><title type='text'>Pessoas</title><summary type='text'>  Imagens retiradas DAQUI“Art Space: Architecture and Landscape”. It’s truly a mind-blowing fantasy depicted in pictures.Here are some of the most inspiring architectural designs that we won’t probably get to see accomplished.""Art. Espacial: Arquitetura e Paisagem". É verdadeiramente um sopro-mente fantasia representado nas imagens.Aqui estão algumas das mais inspiradoros desenhos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/4596964685157169829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=4596964685157169829' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4596964685157169829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/4596964685157169829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4596964685157169829' title='Pessoas'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SGPcb7MFzrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/W8Kf9OkPkTo/s72-c/P6073135lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251977560421893788.post-2156758848301011852</id><published>2008-06-17T14:04:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:34:19.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alentejo</title><summary type='text'> Uma dia maravilhoso passado na Zambuzeira do MarALENTEJOA luz que te ilumina,Terra da cor dos olhos de quem olha!A paz que se adivinhaNa tua solidãoQue nenhuma mesquinhaCondiçãoPode compreender e povoar!O mistério da tua imensidãoOnde o tempo caminhaSem chegar!... (Miguel Torga)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/2156758848301011852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=251977560421893788&amp;postID=2156758848301011852' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/2156758848301011852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251977560421893788/posts/default/2156758848301011852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbolosdostempos.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2156758848301011852' title='Alentejo'/><author><name>Entre "linhas"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239601891096648979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i37xnGW_1Bg/SW5b0R8jiAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fAZUhTRIlv4/S220/JPEG.bmp47854.bmp'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry></feed>
