<?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-5836701374816184580</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:22:49.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMÓRIAS</title><subtitle type='html'>A recordação é activa. Não é um objecto perdido que se encontrou. Ela faz crescer a massa do presente e do futuro.
"Jacques Bossuet"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-6449440113227768435</id><published>2011-05-10T23:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:39:50.674+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por lá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHrELdqIdb8/TcmsOb9ro1I/AAAAAAAAGw4/2i7wdiwhYTs/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2Bimg%2B%2528477%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605200575263908690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHrELdqIdb8/TcmsOb9ro1I/AAAAAAAAGw4/2i7wdiwhYTs/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2Bimg%2B%2528477%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Paris, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;«Il y a des moments dans la vie que nous devons taire et laisser parler le silence du coeur. Pour le sentiment que la langue ne l'exprime pas parce qu'il y a des émotions qui ne connaissent pas les mots à traduire».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-6449440113227768435?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/6449440113227768435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=6449440113227768435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6449440113227768435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6449440113227768435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2011/05/paris-abril-2011.html' title='Por lá...'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHrELdqIdb8/TcmsOb9ro1I/AAAAAAAAGw4/2i7wdiwhYTs/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2Bimg%2B%2528477%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-6267652466873110860</id><published>2011-04-24T00:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:22:43.821+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De regresso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OgM2kOSvZuk/TbNOBlxk49I/AAAAAAAAGwQ/WaelC8HVi4c/s1600/mulheres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598904550978544594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OgM2kOSvZuk/TbNOBlxk49I/AAAAAAAAGwQ/WaelC8HVi4c/s400/mulheres.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Fontainebleau, 2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheguei hoje de Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O mais importante &lt;em&gt;souvenir&lt;/em&gt; que trouxe na bagagem é a certeza de que os bons momentos que vivemos, com pessoas de quem gostamos, não mais serão esquecidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É por isso que gosto de viajar em grupo: pela partilha de experiências, pelo que rimos juntos, pela certeza de que em algum momento menos bom estará lá alguém que nos acarinha e nos apoia. Esta viagem, que começou por ser a viagem de "finalistas" dos nossos meninos, acabou por ser muito mais do que isso. Foram dias de encontro e reencontro, de conhecimento e reconhecimento, de aprender, de rir e brincar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amiga(o)s, foi um privilégio viajar convosco e usufruir da vossa companhia durante estes dias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-6267652466873110860?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/6267652466873110860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=6267652466873110860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6267652466873110860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6267652466873110860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-regresso.html' title='De regresso...'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OgM2kOSvZuk/TbNOBlxk49I/AAAAAAAAGwQ/WaelC8HVi4c/s72-c/mulheres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-835163251190935759</id><published>2011-03-22T22:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:15:28.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera em Lisboa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wkj-TJVtRUI/TYkb7MlV-EI/AAAAAAAAGvw/McTtyioUTnM/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2Bbn%2B091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587027516533897282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wkj-TJVtRUI/TYkb7MlV-EI/AAAAAAAAGvw/McTtyioUTnM/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2Bbn%2B091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje, ao passear pela zona de Belém, veio-me à memória um dos meus poemas preferidos de Fernando Pessoa: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O esforço é grande e o homem é pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Eu, Diogo Cão, navegador, deixei&lt;br /&gt;este padrão ao pé do areal moreno&lt;br /&gt;e para diante naveguei.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A alma é divina e a obra é imperfeita.&lt;br /&gt;Este padrão sinala ao vento e aos céus&lt;br /&gt;Que, da obra ousada, é minha a parte feita:&lt;br /&gt;o por fazer é só com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E ao imenso e possível oceano&lt;br /&gt;Ensinam estas quinas, que aqui vês,&lt;br /&gt;Que o mar com fim será grego ou romano:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O mar sem fim é português.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-835163251190935759?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/835163251190935759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=835163251190935759' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/835163251190935759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/835163251190935759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2011/03/primavera-em-lisboa.html' title='Primavera em Lisboa...'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wkj-TJVtRUI/TYkb7MlV-EI/AAAAAAAAGvw/McTtyioUTnM/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2Bbn%2B091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-7883884519469872438</id><published>2011-03-07T14:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:26:48.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque é Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZlweYujdy4/TXTbpbbeZ8I/AAAAAAAAGvY/wIzKlw5qJWk/s1600/Mar%25C3%25A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581327343003002818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZlweYujdy4/TXTbpbbeZ8I/AAAAAAAAGvY/wIzKlw5qJWk/s400/Mar%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Três gerações de netas da avó Chica: eu, a neta; a Rita, a bisneta; e as duas princesinhas, as trinetas. O Carnaval também tem destas coisas: juntar a boa disposição, a família e a aprendizagem.&lt;br /&gt;Este &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; é dirigido, sobretudo, à nossa família moçambicana, os nossos tios e primos que gostam tanto de receber notícias nossas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-7883884519469872438?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/7883884519469872438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=7883884519469872438' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/7883884519469872438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/7883884519469872438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2011/03/porque-e-carnaval.html' title='Porque é Carnaval'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZlweYujdy4/TXTbpbbeZ8I/AAAAAAAAGvY/wIzKlw5qJWk/s72-c/Mar%25C3%25A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-6141109184153695610</id><published>2011-01-30T23:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:19:13.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwsT0Z2qQSQ/TVmAHwb9fiI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/-nubmiOzwQQ/s1600/marycassat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573626884597317154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwsT0Z2qQSQ/TVmAHwb9fiI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/-nubmiOzwQQ/s400/marycassat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;«Alguém está sentado na sombra hoje porque alguém plantou uma árvore há muito tempo.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Warren Buffett)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-6141109184153695610?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/6141109184153695610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=6141109184153695610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6141109184153695610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6141109184153695610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2011/01/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwsT0Z2qQSQ/TVmAHwb9fiI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/-nubmiOzwQQ/s72-c/marycassat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-6866947325613676059</id><published>2011-01-06T22:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:52:35.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chove. Há silêncio</title><content type='html'>Chove. Há silêncio, porque a mesma chuva&lt;br /&gt;Não faz ruído senão com sossego.&lt;br /&gt;Chove. O céu dorme. Quando a alma é viúva&lt;br /&gt;Do que não sabe, o sentimento é cego.&lt;br /&gt;Chove. Meu ser (quem sou) renego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão calma é a chuva que se solta no ar&lt;br /&gt;(Nem parece de nuvens) que parece&lt;br /&gt;Que não é chuva, mas um sussurrar&lt;br /&gt;Que de si mesmo, ao sussurrar, se esquece.&lt;br /&gt;Chove. Nada apetece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não paira vento, não há céu que eu sinta.&lt;br /&gt;Chove longínqua e indistintamente,&lt;br /&gt;Como uma coisa certa que nos minta,&lt;br /&gt;Como um grande desejo que nos mente.&lt;br /&gt;Chove. Nada em mim sente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa in "Cancioneiro"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-6866947325613676059?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/6866947325613676059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=6866947325613676059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6866947325613676059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6866947325613676059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2011/01/chove-ha-silencio.html' title='Chove. Há silêncio'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-6284600646151966476</id><published>2010-12-22T23:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:28:08.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos meus amigos e visitantes deste espaço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553634604709422978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/TRJ5P6IFp4I/AAAAAAAAGtw/0EATBbHjUmQ/s400/imagesCA5FXT1W.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Honrarei o Natal no meu coração e tentarei conservá-lo durante todo o ano».&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Charles Dickens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-6284600646151966476?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/6284600646151966476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=6284600646151966476' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6284600646151966476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6284600646151966476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/12/aos-meus-amigos-e-visitantes-deste.html' title='Aos meus amigos e visitantes deste espaço...'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/TRJ5P6IFp4I/AAAAAAAAGtw/0EATBbHjUmQ/s72-c/imagesCA5FXT1W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-2266840959063748993</id><published>2010-12-19T23:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:19:53.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viv'a música!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/TQ6C2VwRgdI/AAAAAAAAGto/8ERMZtWKZLM/s1600/HPIM3925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552519260658565586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/TQ6C2VwRgdI/AAAAAAAAGto/8ERMZtWKZLM/s400/HPIM3925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teatro Politeama, Dezembro - 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta foi uma semana em que a música e o  teatro contribuíram para o bom começo da quadra natalícia. Primeiro foi a "visita" ao "Sítio do Picapau Amarelo" e, com ela, um banho de magia e inocência que os bons espectáculos para crianças  conseguem dar (também) aos adultos. Depois, foi o (re)ver "Um Violino no Telhado" com José Raposo no seu melhor. Como La Féria é La Féria, palavras para quê? Ficamos à espera do próximo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-2266840959063748993?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/2266840959063748993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=2266840959063748993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/2266840959063748993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/2266840959063748993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/12/viva-musica.html' title='Viv&apos;a música!!'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/TQ6C2VwRgdI/AAAAAAAAGto/8ERMZtWKZLM/s72-c/HPIM3925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-3561028604934877967</id><published>2010-12-11T19:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:53:20.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Matriz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/TQPGdYCfR2I/AAAAAAAAGtA/sxjFvnF8GsE/s1600/Padroeira%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549497373821978466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/TQPGdYCfR2I/AAAAAAAAGtA/sxjFvnF8GsE/s400/Padroeira%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dezembro - 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não, não estou a cantar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No passado dia 8, dia de Nossa Senhora da Conceição, a Associação Cultural Cantar Nosso promoveu, na Igreja Matriz da Golegã, o já tradicional Concerto à Padroeira. Desta vez tivemos a participação do Orfeão de Águeda, do Coro Polifónico da Golegã e do Coro da Santa Casa da Misericórdia da Golegã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A razão deste &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; é simples: por um lado, uma homenagem ao grupo de "jovens" com quem tenho o privilégio de trabalhar nas minhas horas de voluntariado e que são um exemplo de como é possível assistir ao passar dos anos com alegria e vontade de viver; por outro, o reconhecimento do mérito da ACCN, associação com quem colaboro com todo o gosto e sempre que me é possível. A uns e outros, os meus votos de &lt;em&gt;Boas Festas&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-3561028604934877967?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/3561028604934877967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=3561028604934877967' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/3561028604934877967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/3561028604934877967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/12/na-matriz.html' title='Na 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align="center"&gt;(Santo Agostinho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-2552676675824531901?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/2552676675824531901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=2552676675824531901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/2552676675824531901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/2552676675824531901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-mundo-e-um-livro-e-quem-fica-sentado.html' title='Citação'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-8662986267399478778</id><published>2010-12-02T14:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:42:19.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/TPehNGqCc0I/AAAAAAAAGsg/L1rDmCsCmkY/s1600/imagesCAULMWDP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546078712627360578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/TPehNGqCc0I/AAAAAAAAGsg/L1rDmCsCmkY/s400/imagesCAULMWDP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://feiradolivro.queb.com.br/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://feiradolivro.queb.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Às vezes ouço passar o vento; e só de ouvir o vento passar, vale a pena ter nascido.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-8662986267399478778?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/8662986267399478778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=8662986267399478778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/8662986267399478778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/8662986267399478778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-vezes-ouco-passar-o-vento-e-so-de.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.euroresidentes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.euroresidentes.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada ao autor da frase (ainda que desconhecido)... fez-me gostar um pouco mais de mim própria!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-2752175839766582272?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/2752175839766582272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=2752175839766582272' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/TI5i9Cy022I/AAAAAAAAGho/h2s3i6Jnwiw/s1600/353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516455394437028706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/TI5i9Cy022I/AAAAAAAAGho/h2s3i6Jnwiw/s400/353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Julho - 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"A montanha nasce do mar e cresce até ultrapassar as nuvens. Em volta o azul do céu e da água, as manchas verdes das ilhas que a sua altura domina. É assim o Pico, cone vulcânico que a mão do homem transformou em vinhedos e pomares irrompendo entre a lava negra." &lt;em&gt;(in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azores.gov.pt/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.azores.gov.pt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-8118892804348838928?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/8118892804348838928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=8118892804348838928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/8118892804348838928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/8118892804348838928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-pico-do-pico.html' title='O pico do Pico'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/TI5i9Cy022I/AAAAAAAAGho/h2s3i6Jnwiw/s72-c/353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-2965480733430521044</id><published>2010-04-18T22:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:53:00.801+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Salzburgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8tlS8w-3LI/AAAAAAAAGRY/WZVb67JFdVg/s1600/519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461570349340482738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8tlS8w-3LI/AAAAAAAAGRY/WZVb67JFdVg/s400/519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Abril - 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Salzburgo,considerada a "Roma do Norte",  terra natal de Mozart, é, de acordo com o viajante e explorador Humboldt, uma das mais belas cidades do mundo. O filme "Música no Coração" imortalizou os jardins do &lt;em&gt;Schloss Mirabell&lt;/em&gt; em cuja escadaria Julie Andrews cantava a canção "Do-Ré-Mi". O centro histórico da cidade foi declarado tesouro do Património Cultural da Humanidade. Do alto da fortaleza da cidade tem-se uma vista panorâmica magnífica das duas margens do rio Salzach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-2965480733430521044?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/2965480733430521044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=2965480733430521044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/2965480733430521044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/2965480733430521044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/salzburgo.html' title='Salzburgo'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8tlS8w-3LI/AAAAAAAAGRY/WZVb67JFdVg/s72-c/519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-318651763026809876</id><published>2010-04-17T19:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:58:47.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zell am See</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8nzbQARv-I/AAAAAAAAGRA/9i-Yq-OYjnY/s1600/464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461163672641585122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8nzbQARv-I/AAAAAAAAGRA/9i-Yq-OYjnY/s400/464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Abril - 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zell am See é uma encantadora estância junto ao lago, com as montanhas como pano de fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-318651763026809876?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/318651763026809876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=318651763026809876' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/318651763026809876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/318651763026809876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/zell-am-see.html' title='Zell am See'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8nzbQARv-I/AAAAAAAAGRA/9i-Yq-OYjnY/s72-c/464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-1927504184586210050</id><published>2010-04-15T23:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:34:00.077+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zillertal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8eLvXgoDII/AAAAAAAAGPw/wOy01DRVWAY/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460486719090986114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8eLvXgoDII/AAAAAAAAGPw/wOy01DRVWAY/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abril - 2010&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A região de Zillertal integra o Tirol desde 1816. É um dos vales mais povoados e um dos destinos turísticos mais procurados da Áustria. Os habitantes vivem sobretudo do turismo. A paisagem é de cortar a respiração e inspira à prática de desportos de inverno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-1927504184586210050?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/1927504184586210050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=1927504184586210050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/1927504184586210050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/1927504184586210050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/zillertal.html' title='Zillertal'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8eLvXgoDII/AAAAAAAAGPw/wOy01DRVWAY/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-6274730338999130041</id><published>2010-04-14T22:54:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:56:00.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Innsbruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8Yr16DC4zI/AAAAAAAAGPY/jtcPEZ9VBws/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460099803348394802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8Yr16DC4zI/AAAAAAAAGPY/jtcPEZ9VBws/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abril - 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A capital do Tirol é considerada uma das cidades mais bonitas do mundo. O "Telhado Dourado" (na foto) é o monumento mais carismático da cidade. A varanda está coberta por uma camada de telhas de cobre, que reflectem a luz do sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-6274730338999130041?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/6274730338999130041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=6274730338999130041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6274730338999130041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6274730338999130041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/innsbruck.html' title='Innsbruck'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8Yr16DC4zI/AAAAAAAAGPY/jtcPEZ9VBws/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-3455456590367250341</id><published>2010-04-14T01:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:48:45.862+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hall in Tirol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8T5LBjJk4I/AAAAAAAAGPI/zftJtXGkBF8/s1600/356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459762616069624706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8T5LBjJk4I/AAAAAAAAGPI/zftJtXGkBF8/s400/356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Abril - 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A cidade de Hall in Tirol alia a natureza e a cultura, a tradição e a modernidade, o estilo urbano e a paisagem rural. É, talvez por isso, considerada uma das cidades históricas mais bonitas da Áustria. E foi lá que fomos recebidos, mais uma vez, com a hospitalidade inexcedível do Áustria Classic Heiligkreuz Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-3455456590367250341?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/3455456590367250341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=3455456590367250341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/3455456590367250341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/3455456590367250341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/hall-in-tirol.html' title='Hall in Tirol'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8T5LBjJk4I/AAAAAAAAGPI/zftJtXGkBF8/s72-c/356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-808718817291618598</id><published>2010-04-13T14:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:23:52.957+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitzbühel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8RemDRzzhI/AAAAAAAAGO4/8grCZAwRkQE/s1600/266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459592656087928338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8RemDRzzhI/AAAAAAAAGO4/8grCZAwRkQE/s400/266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abril - 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kitzbühel é uma cidade medieval situada no Tirol, na Áustria, junto ao rio Kitzbühler Ache. É uma das cidades de montanha mais exclusivas da Áustria. Cidade onde os moradores de Munique têm suas residências de férias; um local famoso tanto para atividades de verão (golfe, bicicleta, caminhada, etc.) ou de inverno (esqui).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-808718817291618598?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/808718817291618598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=808718817291618598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/808718817291618598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/808718817291618598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/kitzbuhel.html' title='Kitzbühel'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8RemDRzzhI/AAAAAAAAGO4/8grCZAwRkQE/s72-c/266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-4400889302437185830</id><published>2010-04-12T15:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:41:16.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tiroler"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8Mib_eudOI/AAAAAAAAGOo/NOI3Oeyuh-s/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459245037595292898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8Mib_eudOI/AAAAAAAAGOo/NOI3Oeyuh-s/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Abril - 2010&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A família  Gundolf  organiza desde 1967, em Innsbruck, noites tirolesas e é, para muitos,  considerada como  embaixadora musical de Innsbruck e do Tirol, em geral.  Têm um programa abrangente, muito variado,  que consiste inteiramente de música tradicional, danças  e  cantares  típicos (a tirolesa yodeling). As noites tirolesas com a família Gundolf  constituem uma experiência a não perder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-4400889302437185830?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/4400889302437185830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=4400889302437185830' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/4400889302437185830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/4400889302437185830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/tiroler.html' title='&quot;Tiroler&quot;'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8Mib_eudOI/AAAAAAAAGOo/NOI3Oeyuh-s/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-7090468635692689226</id><published>2010-04-12T01:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T15:36:46.321+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rinn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8JYtLWfmtI/AAAAAAAAGOY/JqMKyQhSTdk/s1600/184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459023231490955986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8JYtLWfmtI/AAAAAAAAGOY/JqMKyQhSTdk/s400/184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Abril - 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Próxima de Hall in Tirol, a aldeia de Rinn encanta pela extraordinária beleza da paisagem que a envolve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-7090468635692689226?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/7090468635692689226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=7090468635692689226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/7090468635692689226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/7090468635692689226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/rinn.html' title='Rinn'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8JYtLWfmtI/AAAAAAAAGOY/JqMKyQhSTdk/s72-c/184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-867222731836725454</id><published>2010-04-11T22:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:48:14.879+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8IzG1ToftI/AAAAAAAAGOQ/ZuqU0lHC3IA/s1600/Mutters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458981890808118994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8IzG1ToftI/AAAAAAAAGOQ/ZuqU0lHC3IA/s400/Mutters.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abril - 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A aldeia de Mutters, nos arredores de Innsbruck,  aparece pela primeira vez em registos oficiais em 1100 mas crê-se que o seu aparecimento data de há três mil anos. Situada num planalto ensolarado, foi eleita a mais bela aldeia do Tirol. É no local onde o vale do Inn é mais largo e o panorama alpino mais impressionante que se encontra este pequeno povoado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-867222731836725454?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/867222731836725454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=867222731836725454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/867222731836725454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/867222731836725454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/mutters.html' title='Mutters'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8IzG1ToftI/AAAAAAAAGOQ/ZuqU0lHC3IA/s72-c/Mutters.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-8926026466612423770</id><published>2010-04-11T21:15:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:19:21.711+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Götzens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8IgrH8algI/AAAAAAAAGOI/28EcHG5VWqM/s1600/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458961623565374978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8IgrH8algI/AAAAAAAAGOI/28EcHG5VWqM/s400/166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Abril - 2010: Igreja de S. Pedro e S. Paulo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fundada em 1869, Götzens é uma comunidade próxima de Innsbruck conhecida como uma das 25 aldeias típicas do Tirol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-8926026466612423770?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/8926026466612423770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=8926026466612423770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/8926026466612423770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/8926026466612423770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/gotzens.html' title='Götzens'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8IgrH8algI/AAAAAAAAGOI/28EcHG5VWqM/s72-c/166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-2576812421701956160</id><published>2010-04-11T01:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:56:46.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Axams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8EGQmYN29I/AAAAAAAAGN4/RXKLjcbLD7o/s1600/DSC04529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458651105599544274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8EGQmYN29I/AAAAAAAAGN4/RXKLjcbLD7o/s400/DSC04529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Abril - 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uma das igrejas mais bonitas do Tirol está em Axams. A construção deste edifício barroco foi iniciada em 1732 e terminada em 1734. Os cinco valiosos altares e as pinturas no tecto merecem uma visita atenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A pitoresca aldeia de Axams está situada a 878  metros acima do nível do mar, num planalto perto de Innsbruck, no coração do Tirol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-2576812421701956160?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/2576812421701956160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=2576812421701956160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/2576812421701956160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/2576812421701956160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/axams.html' title='Axams'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8EGQmYN29I/AAAAAAAAGN4/RXKLjcbLD7o/s72-c/DSC04529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-8243326172222365430</id><published>2010-04-10T23:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:22:58.427+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grinzens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8DzEYV6ZvI/AAAAAAAAGNw/J0bHRSqndLc/s1600/Grinzens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458630004952426226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8DzEYV6ZvI/AAAAAAAAGNw/J0bHRSqndLc/s400/Grinzens.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abril - 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Situada nos arredores de Innsbruck, a 945m de altitude, Grinzens é uma típica e encantadora aldeia tirolesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-8243326172222365430?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/8243326172222365430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=8243326172222365430' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/8243326172222365430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/8243326172222365430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/grinzens.html' title='Grinzens'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8DzEYV6ZvI/AAAAAAAAGNw/J0bHRSqndLc/s72-c/Grinzens.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-6788600118530105936</id><published>2010-04-10T22:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:45:44.032+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Annecy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8DgVPiKdEI/AAAAAAAAGNo/8HBtZC0i6vQ/s1600/HPIM2476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458609403924739138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8DgVPiKdEI/AAAAAAAAGNo/8HBtZC0i6vQ/s400/HPIM2476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abril - 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Situada na ponta norte do Lago de Annecy e tendo os Alpes como pano de fundo, esta linda cidade francesa, classificada como Vila de Arte e de História, foi a primeira etapa das nossas mini-férias da Páscoa. O centro histórico é atravessado por numerosos canais, ruas pedonais com arcadas, destacando-se entre elas a &lt;em&gt;rue de Sainte-Claire&lt;/em&gt; com os seus arcos românticos dos séculos XVII e XVIII. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-6788600118530105936?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/6788600118530105936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=6788600118530105936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6788600118530105936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/6788600118530105936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/04/annecy.html' title='Annecy'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S8DgVPiKdEI/AAAAAAAAGNo/8HBtZC0i6vQ/s72-c/HPIM2476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-408953367077090553</id><published>2010-01-20T15:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:57:46.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428944332774991106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S1d8G1xsZQI/AAAAAAAAGFY/TXEfpahAVpw/s400/mar%C3%A7o1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;«Não há como mudar o nascer e o morrer, a não ser saborear o intervalo». &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Enquanto isso, vamos &lt;em&gt;(tentar)&lt;/em&gt; viver felizes e sem pensar no amanhã!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-408953367077090553?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/408953367077090553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=408953367077090553' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/408953367077090553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/408953367077090553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-ha-como-mudar-o-nascer-e-o-morrer.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/S1d8G1xsZQI/AAAAAAAAGFY/TXEfpahAVpw/s72-c/mar%C3%A7o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-4002741826524168573</id><published>2010-01-17T20:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:02:10.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se fosse só humor...</title><content type='html'>Curiosa esta definição de PROFESSOR !&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O material escolar mais barato que existe na praça é o professor!&lt;br /&gt;É jovem, não tem experiência.&lt;br /&gt;É velho, está superado.&lt;br /&gt;Não tem automóvel, é um pobre coitado.&lt;br /&gt;Tem automóvel, chora de barriga cheia.&lt;br /&gt;Fala em voz alta, vive gritando.&lt;br /&gt;Fala em tom normal, ninguém escuta.&lt;br /&gt;Não falta ao colégio, é um Adesivo.&lt;br /&gt;Precisa faltar, é um turista.&lt;br /&gt;Conversa com os outros professores, está malhando nos alunos.&lt;br /&gt;Não conversa, é um desligado.&lt;br /&gt;Dá muita matéria, não tem dó do aluno.&lt;br /&gt;Dá pouca matéria, não prepara os alunos.&lt;br /&gt;Brinca com a turma, é metido a engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;Não brinca com a turma, é um chato.&lt;br /&gt;Chama a atenção, é um grosso.&lt;br /&gt;Não chama a atenção, não se sabe impor.&lt;br /&gt;A prova é longa, não dá tempo.&lt;br /&gt;A prova é curta, tira as hipóteses do aluno.&lt;br /&gt;Escreve muito, não explica.&lt;br /&gt;Explica muito, o caderno não tem nada.&lt;br /&gt;Fala correctamente, ninguém entende.&lt;br /&gt;Fala a língua do aluno, não tem vocabulário.&lt;br /&gt;Exige, é rude.&lt;br /&gt;Elogia, é debochado.&lt;br /&gt;O aluno é retido, é perseguição.&lt;br /&gt;O aluno é aprovado, deitou água-benta.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;É! O professor está sempre errado, mas, se conseguiu ler até aqui,agradeça a ele.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jô Soares, a propósito da  profissão de professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-4002741826524168573?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/4002741826524168573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=4002741826524168573' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/4002741826524168573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/4002741826524168573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-fosse-so-humor.html' title='Se fosse só humor...'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-162240022837893250</id><published>2010-01-01T18:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:41:26.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/Sz4ymkNTCNI/AAAAAAAAGEo/3RzxMjb9kv0/s1600-h/dez+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421826639536523474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/Sz4ymkNTCNI/AAAAAAAAGEo/3RzxMjb9kv0/s400/dez+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pateira de Fermentelos, Dezembro/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É uma vasta lagoa, alimentada pelas águas do rio Cértima, afluente do Vouga. Coberta por nenúfares, serve de refúgio a patos e outras aves migratórias. Tem a forma aproximada de um rectângulo, limitado a sueste pela aldeia de Piedade e a noroeste pela povoação de Requeixo. É uma área natural de grande beleza e ambiente tranquilo que, de alguma forma, anuncia os panoramas da vizinha Ria de Aveiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifecooler.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.lifecooler.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-162240022837893250?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/162240022837893250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=162240022837893250' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/162240022837893250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/162240022837893250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2010/01/inverno.html' title='Inverno'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/Sz4ymkNTCNI/AAAAAAAAGEo/3RzxMjb9kv0/s72-c/dez+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-7495296672478410926</id><published>2009-12-24T18:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:07:55.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SzOfEUpea6I/AAAAAAAAGEg/WxMjGvMhrvs/s1600-h/0016.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418849673267800994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 467px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SzOfEUpea6I/AAAAAAAAGEg/WxMjGvMhrvs/s400/0016.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-7495296672478410926?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/7495296672478410926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=7495296672478410926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/7495296672478410926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/7495296672478410926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal!'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SzOfEUpea6I/AAAAAAAAGEg/WxMjGvMhrvs/s72-c/0016.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836701374816184580.post-7083418340488341003</id><published>2009-12-18T18:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:12:47.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SyvDFn4tK_I/AAAAAAAAGEA/cUteF3LSqN0/s1600-h/Natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416637478216739826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SyvDFn4tK_I/AAAAAAAAGEA/cUteF3LSqN0/s400/Natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quisera, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Neste Natal,&lt;br /&gt;Armar uma árvore...&lt;br /&gt;E nela pendurar,&lt;br /&gt;Ao invés de bolas,&lt;br /&gt;Os nomes de todos&lt;br /&gt;Os meus amigos...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos de longe...&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos de perto...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Os antigos&lt;br /&gt;E os mais recentes...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Os que vejo em cada dia...&lt;br /&gt;E os que raramente encontro...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Os sempre lembrados...&lt;br /&gt;E os que às vezes&lt;br /&gt;Ficam esquecidos...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Os constantes...&lt;br /&gt;E os intermitentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os amigos das horas difíceis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E os das horas alegres...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os que, sem querer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu magoei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou os que, sem querer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me magoaram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aqueles a quem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conheço profundamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E aqueles de quem conheço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somente a aparência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os que me devem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E aqueles a quem muito devo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meus amigos humildes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E meus amigos importantes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os nomes de todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os que já passaram &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela minha vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Texto: Lavras/MG/Brasil/Cosmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagem: "Natal em Festa" - reprodução de original pintado com a boca por Gonçalo Borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz Natal!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836701374816184580-7083418340488341003?l=teresacruz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/feeds/7083418340488341003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836701374816184580&amp;postID=7083418340488341003' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/7083418340488341003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836701374816184580/posts/default/7083418340488341003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresacruz.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>Teresa Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04035235838561942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SH38F959ZcI/AAAAAAAACwk/vHY-rk3wr04/S220/teresa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mezwsir9QZ4/SyvDFn4tK_I/AAAAAAAAGEA/cUteF3LSqN0/s72-c/Natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
